
Daisy ODay
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Adventures with F*Bomb Mom continued
There is this new goal my Mom has been working on. She seems to be quite dedicated to it too. Because every spare chance she gets she is working on it. Bet you are wondering what it is. Lets just say, I think it is an absolutely off the wall, most uncool thing she has decided to do with herself yet. She wants to be a writer, not just any kind of writer. She wants to be an Author. Like as in author of childrens books. Thats fine and all, except the fact that she is using ME as her "muse" she says. Whatever a "muse" is, I dont find it aMUSe-ing at all. When she first started working on it, she kept asking me to read it. She wanted my opinion about it. I think she wanted to see me happy or impressed. But I wasnt. And Im still not. I simply told her to stop asking me about it. I firmly told her that this kid right here wants nothing to do with her book, her stories or anything else she is using to embarrass me. Has she lost her mind? I am afraid to say this, but folks, my mom has officially fell off her rocker! And she doesnt even seem to notice it.
By Daisy ODay5 years ago in Families
Adventures with F*Bomb Mom pt.3
If you were not already aware, but I have the strangest Mom in the whole city. That is no lie either folks. Sometimes my brother and I call her F*Bomb Mom... Can you guess why? Well, if you did not know I will fill you in: an f bomb is a way of saying the f word without having to actually say it. Only my mom says it. She says it alot. For everything too.
By Daisy ODay5 years ago in Families
Personal view on Culture, Past and Present.
Definition of Culture, in your personal view would be described how? "Culture is learned, integrated ideas and behavior patterns shared with other members of society. Culture is the way I express myself and how I deal with my enviroment. Culture is ideas, more mental than material. The function of culture is to make life both logical and practical."
By Daisy ODay5 years ago in Families
The Bath
I am standing in the middle of a narrow path. The path reminds me of a dusty, country road. I can smell the fresh musty earth. Behind me I see a shining and dark steel building. I feel the cold sterile air on my back. I see the white walls of a room, with it's cold metal. I know intimately the silent corridors of the steel building. I see my reflection in the cold glass. My heart is pounding. A
By Daisy ODay5 years ago in Motivation


