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No time for self-pity #SHOUTOUTS
“When in doubt. When I feel low and ready to back out. It is time to stop feeling sorry for myself and start feeling grateful for all I have. “ DAISY
I have a new challenge I am working on for June. I am getting married in three weeks time and I have hardly wrote much about it.
All I can say is it is happening.
The best way to spend my time today is reading ‘Storm sister’ by Lucinda Riley- books always inspire.
Watching the second series ‘Orange is the New Black’ and as many documentaries about species and evolution as I have time. I’m especially excited for when Hollywood movie director and explorer, James Cameron does eventually hit the bottom of the ocean and capture what is hidden down there. CHECK OUT WHAT HE HAS ACCOMPLISHED SO FAR HERE
The solutions to why volcano erupt and why we have natural disasters such as Tsunamis are hidden and to be found at the bottom of the Abyss.
I think the best way to get out of a self pity mood is to look out and not focus too much inwards. An extra shout out for
Camellia’s Cottage Alabama Lifestyle for reminding me about a song I love so much.
This is my favourite version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoJz2SANTyo
So I have the great pleasure of checking out all my new flowers /followers in the last week. Thank you and it’s time for a shout out.
SHOUT OUT TIME!
Eat Bunnies
Tales from the Cabbage Patch -Because everyone wonders where they came fromTales from the Cabbage Patch -Because everyone wonders where they came from
Top cats on the web
MHAE MALDONADO THE BRAVE VULNERABLE MAJESTY
FREEING EXCALIBUR -He who holds the sword, owns my heart
DILKASH SHARARI – keep your secrets to yourself.If you can’t. So never expect the other one to do so
www.beat.company
Camellia’s Cottage Alabama Lifestyle
toofulltowrite (I’ve started so I’ll finish- well its not as if you had anything better to do, so let me entertain you.
at Milliways with a pen- the writer’s desk at the end of the universe
WELCOME TO OUR WORLD- An everything blog
WORD AND SILENCE POETRY & PROSE BY TIM MILLER
TheIntrovertedTalkative-AyomideOmole’s Blog
A Opinionated man- Jason @Harsh Reality
its_all_about_us -I’m not an anti-social. I’m a pro-solitude.
MSnubutterflies My Walk……….Living With MS
COMING OUT FROM THE DARK- -my second act
S A I N T S W E S T- Just my thoughts for all to behold
Le Amusant
SPLENDIPPITY -Stories about animals that have crossed my path
DECLARABLE & SERENE WORDS ARE MY PAINTINGS | POETRY & FICTION
EXPRESSIONS Sandra J. Jackson
Moody Much? Moody Much?
a cooking pot and twistedtales- Thoughts and Tales Etc..A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
Watching the Daisies Life Lessons on the Importance of Slow
Simpley Etta D.- INSPIRATION FOR THE HEART,MIND AND SOUL
CyberneticBlonde- Be kind to yourself 🌻
WALLPAPER TADKA-Photographs and wallpapers of different types of the nature and all aroundWALLPAPER TADKA-Photographs and wallpapers of different types of the nature and all around
The darkest fairytale
IFFYINK- words penned down with ever swinging mood…
Across The Ordinary- ASPIRING TO LIVE WHOLEHEARTEDLY ❤️
Friendship (T Y 2 Untangled blog)
I didn’t think I would want to write tonight. Then I started catching up on your blogs and once again you inspired me.
THANK YOU TO UNTANGLED -your post inspired this one.
Friendship is a theme I feel embarrassed to write about.
WELL THAT IS A RATHER PESSIMISTIC WAY OF LOOKING AT IT
I could blame my lack of being a girl with loads of girlfriends on being an only child but I have to be honest and say I was unofficially “adopted “by a family of three brothers and a sister when I was 8 years old.
Life was good then. I know I have always been overly sensitive – blame that on insecurity perhaps.
Insecurity is a learned emotion. I’m learning to unlearn being insecure and vulnerable. I’m doing surprisingly well to be honest.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t friendless. I always had friends in some shape or form but I never could make that full sorority sister- hood connection.
It’s not me!
I was the reader. The one who loved to look at family pictures and laugh about silly shit.
I also moved around from place to place -country to country- a lot. I don’t think that helped.
I appreciate the travel and the different cultures now but then it wasn’t so cool.
I don’t know if this is a mental illness “thing”. I do think having mental health issues took a lot of my time.
A lot of my years, to be exact. This is a valid point I am making – it is MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS WEEK FROM 16TH -22ND MAY2016– the theme this year is coincidently about friendship.
This post is kind of coming together.
I like.
I have had so many extend the hand of friendship over my life so far and I try . I do try and reciprocate….
….then I doubt myself.
I think are they pitying me ? WHAT IS THEIR TRUE AGENDA?
I have been used -soemthing we can all relate too? Or is it just me?
Isn’t that sad – in a pathetic sort of way?
I don’t think it is easy to make genuine friends who will stick by you through everything.
I’ve had quite a few people( who seem to have the rock star of friendship crowds) – reach out to me to ask for my opinion or to talk.
I wander around my mind questioning why not their closest friends?
I’ve got my hen do coming up and I suppose that has got me thinking a lot about friendship too, for obvious reasons.
There is random assortment of lovely people invited.Some I have known for many years in different ways and some not so long.
Surely, I can’t be the only one who feels this?
I don’t think people would volunteer if it wasn’t for at least part of the potential social life aspect.
I see these girls with their girlfriends and I wonder…
I don’t wander.
I wonder…..
If
How
Why
Why not?
Am I lonely?
I think the saying about being in a room full of acquaintances and friends and still feeling alone and lonely holds true.
I sense I could be on stage -people come to see me and still feel alone.
I was feeling kind of emotional a few days ago (that time of month, wedding stress and life ) and a bit insecure with this whole hen do coming up.
My Ma is organising it and she has invited a bunch of people –
I got it in my head that these people were using the pity card and I cried to my Ma on the phone – (yes, 34 year old women do cry sometimes)
“I don’t have any friends “
My Ma was on the other end of the line and said
“I’m your friend”
She is -possibly one of the best friends I have ever had.
I said my good byes and wiped away my tears and then one friend I have known for years rang me. She is not very well. We have one of those when I see/speak to you -we pick up where we left off.
She wasn’t doing too well and I listened like I always do but then I had to tell her to listen to me.
This is new territory for me.
I told her all about my crap day and week and the shitty people I had to talk too and she just listened. We ended the phone call -laughing.
Another friend rang me and again – not a person I see all the time but we had a good giggle too.
So this brings me to the question can a person who services your car, as an example, become a friend?
I am supposing yes. Especially, when I consider the amount of life details and secrets we know about one another.
To me that person becomes my friend when I feel a sense/duty of loyalty towards that person.
I get on with guys but it would be awesome to find out what the whole ‘Sex and the city’ or ‘Friends’ friendship life is like.
So, yeah, I often took the lonely route to wherever I was headed -forever getting lost…
…even when the phone was shrieking at me to pick up – people were reaching out to come and get me. I couldn’t reach back.
I can’t have regrets.
Not all people are meant to be friends.
Some I am glad I am not friends with. I have seen many fickle people in my time too.
DUPLICITOUS is a good word for how I’ve seen some people do “friendship”
I don’t need a hundred- a handful of close and true friends would be one genie wish.
I don’t know….
What I do know is, that the ones who turn up to my hen do – there is a bunch of people I have known for many years and some only a few. We have all had our lives to endure and I’ve noticed a lot of the people I’ve got to know -hold back too.
So what?
I may not have a thriving social life with a hundred and one mates but the ones who let me be me and genuinely are there for me are the ones that count.
It only takes ONE to make it count…
Thanks for the inspiration….
I don’t feel embarrassed any longer.
I feel free and I feel authentic and I never want to fucking change that part of me.
that’s it. I guess 🙂
Miss Tatiana
I’ve been looking forward to this letter. T is awesome becasue I get to tell you all about my firstborn, Bengal- Tatiana .Or Miss Tatiana as she is known in the family.
I’ve always had cats as family when I was growing up. I moved into a new home in 2009, started uni, again, straight out of another Eating Disorder clinic. I couldn’t take my Mocha with me to my new home.
Mocha was a black oriental Siamese my Uncle bought me for my 15th birthday in South Africa. She grew up with my Mom’s lilac point Siamese ,Lilac ( lee-lah) .. They came everywhere with us -no matter where moved to -South Africa,France, Miami and the U.K.
It would have been cruel to separate the two mates so I spent a long time researching breeders because I had read up about Bengals and how affectionate and playful and smart they were .I was lonely and manic -not taking my medication.
I came across what I can now look back on as a not legitimate breeder that were selling kittens and adults at a price cheaper than other breeders. It took ‘ two taxis and two trains to get to this town.
I told my Ma I was setting off to get Miss Tatiana. It was would have been close to midnight by the time I met her. My Ma knew I was hyper and she ended up coming with me to make sure I didn’t do anything else crazy.
I got to the breeder and it was clean but for whatever reason they must of being doing something illegal as they were very quick to drop the argument we started having when she tried to sell me an adult cat. I demanded to see the kittens and I saw one kitten ,so tiny, only 7 weeks. I picked her up.
She jumped out of my arms and bumped her nose, she was bleeding. I was crying. My ma and the breeder tried to calm me down. I knew straight away that Miss Tatiana was coming back home with me.
She spent the first few years with all my attention on her. I would take her everywhere with me. Any place that someone said I could. I would. She didn’t like any men I brought home. She would wait until she saw a big toe sticking out the bedspread and she would attack my potential/short lived boyfriends.
I found it hysterical. I know. -a total crazy cat lady. Bengals play hard and they draw blood. She has massacred my arms over the years.
I feel so bad for what I put her through with my ex. She used to growl at him. She wouldn’t leave my side. One night he left her out ( he denies this), I tried to find her everywhere, I heard her mewing and found her on the other side of the wall,lost and full of blood, by a wild patch of trees and these scratchy plants and woody area. I don’t know what you call it but I was in such a state and so was she.
When I was addicted to laxatives she would keep me company in the bathroom while I purged myself – me almost always in agony. I was taking 100 laxatives a day up until 2009.
She loves to pretend my arm is a tree and she lazes on it like some jungle cat lazing on a branch and if I dare move -I get bit.
I have a high pain tolerance threshold so we must be a perfect match 😀
When my Bella Bee was born Tatiana didn’t know what to make of her. She became very jealous. Then with all the drama with my ex and my increasingly poor mental health –that night happened and the ex accused me of shaking my 12-week old daughter on the 13th December 2011. I didn’t for the record.
The 16-month battle to get my daughter back out of foster care meant Tatiana had me all to herself again.
When the ex finally walked away with his tail between his legs and social services could see I could look after my daughter on my own -full time. The care order was lifted- my 12-week old daughter who I was only allowed to visit for 10 hours a week was suddenly a 16-month-old toddler living back at home- full time. I had a lot of catching up to do and learn how to be a full-time Mom.I guess I neglected Tatiana for a bit. I emotionally neglected her. I had to,
For a full year and a half Tatiana started weeing near the sofa . It got so bad me and my hubby to be started arguing. It put a lot of strain on the relationship. We spent hundreds of pounds trying to solve the problem.
I started giving her more attention but it was hard to always want to be loving because she was peeing everywhere. She even pissed on the kitchen counter a few times. She went from sleeping with us and being best buds with my partner, to hating him and running away from him and even me.
I couldn’t give her up. I couldn’t bare to.
G knew I would never give her up so he stuck by me and we worked on trying to sort out Tat’s behaviour.
She was spending her evenings and times we went out in the kitchen or outside. It was not an ideal situation but what more could we do?
I finally had to seriously think about her happiness and I thought maybe she would be happier in another home. My G came up with an idea to close the living room door at night so she couldn’t go and wee there at night.
IT WORKED! She has never done her business upstairs and I think she liked this set up because she wasn’t harassed by me or usually my partner to wake her from her slumber in my daughters bed,and to be put in the special basket we had made for her in the kitchen.
Tatiana has finally forgiven me. We have a routine in the morning where I play with her while I make the bed and she spends more time with me.
Sometimes she even sleeps with me. She hates to be ignored so if we have been out or she has, she usually has lots to tell us and I stop what I am doing and give her my time.
I finally have both my babies back. She has a love -hate relationship with Bella Bee but I think she is coming round to the idea the even though she hates being read to by my Bella or be harassed for a RSVP to some tea party my Bella Bee has arranged ,she kind of likes the cuddles she gets from her.
She has once again become my friend in the bathroom – especially when I have a bath. She loves water. I’ve caught her wading in a pouring bath tub on many occasions.
I wish I had done more research on how to look after her kind before. I did what so many other people do. Fall in love with her beauty and I didn’t swot up on what her kind of breed needed to feel 100% loved and secured.
I’ve learnt my lesson. The main point is we are a family again and the story has a happy ending.
Scary monster
I’m that monster tonight.
Hate arguing with people. Hate delays and just not getting what I want done..
I really need to engage my brain before I speak at times. I just get so damn fucked off when it’s always ………..
I don’ even want to write.
The scary monster is a flower and is me.
I know for a fact I can’t get any enjoyment out of reading blogs or blogging in an irate pissed off mood.
It”s Friday. Wahey! slight sarcasm. I hate this side to me.
Face down in the palm of my hands , giving my head a shake…
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
All the monster wants to do is cuss and curse and vilify.
Writing will serve no further purpose but to feast the beast – all it screams is
“FEED ME SEYMOUR DAISY , FEED ME” – -( epic 80’s film.btw)
I think I would manage my emotions better if I had a better sound track to go with it.
NO wait an entire musical cast!
Going to lose myself in a book and may watch that Nina Simone doc on Netflix.
I’m pissed off, tired and
I’m sorry but the last thing I want to do is rant on and on and on . I want to say Goodnight Vienna and come back with flower power in most likely more than an hour.
So for now -Good night – have an epic evening -see you on the other side of this mood of mine.
Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeergh!
Please donate generously to help in the appeal to eradicate this creature – stop giving him a chance to feature.
Pro scary monster extinction donations are being taken now.
A very happy 365 days unbirthday to me
“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.” George Harrison
WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE
To be my natural 1oo% transparent self. I do promise too much. I demand too much of myself. I get bummed out if I don’t do everything I set out in my head to achieve for the day. . #FollowGreatFootsteps
Sound familiar?
Take yesterday as a fine example,
I’m up at 5 a.m. going through my emails , comments, start finding inspiration for the blog/s I want to write for the day. My hubby makes me a coffee every morning. I think he has a similar condition to people who have been kidknapped by weirdos annd develop Stockholm syndrome, except in our house it is called
He is a bit of a super star when it comes to little small gestures. My Bella Bee and and other non human child usually come bounding into my bed at about 6-7 am.
Cuddle time and I have to listen to the diatribe of events that occurred in my daughters dream. Along with say the 5 or 6 other things that come out of her mouth which can seem like such a perfect and nonsensical thing at the same time.
She is the, Martin Luther King , of her generation
“Mamma?”
“Yes, dear…”
” I have a dream……..”
I usually then do any challenges or whatever blogs I need to. I then get ready for a good blog catch up.
I’ve realised that saying yes to everything means I’m fucking knackered when I get home. I love volunteering. I had a blast at the training yesterday. It was intense( 10- 4 pm. )
We did a lot of practising how to facilitate in a support group group. I never realised how hard it is to hold the space, let the group lead and support each other, speak as little as possible , make sure the support group sticks to boundaries and their ground rules, time keeping and choosing what to disclose about myself.
We did a lot of ‘what you would do if? ‘ scenarios- where we were timed 30 seconds to come up with an answer.
My head was blagged and ready to implode by 3: 30 pm.
On the way home. Thoughts of going to put the heating on and put my feet up, eat and chill enter my mind. It’s cloudy, raining and cold….. I’m going home to chill…
erm, we are talking about me -Daisy.
I have a massive gym session to do.
There is no time to pause.
I’m at it like a boss.
Throwing my punches and my best kick boxing moves to the imaginary prick/opponent I am uppper ‘hooking’and jabbing and crushing with my awesome knee jump -like a ninjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I wish it were this easy
These imaginary opponents can take on a human form or an animated form of
oh let me think now….
TALKING SCALES!
So hard core session is complete.
Steam is eking out of my pores.
I have a moment of panic that I might be one of those rare individuals you read about,in some obscure magazine,, who just spontaneously combust into flames.
I can see the headline:
‘Girl works out – with epic awesomeness and bursts into flames and then she arises from the ashes like a phoenix bird because she is awesome like that’
I decide that I’m being overly dramatic and then smell myself and think a quiet bath with a face mask and a hair mask will be the Dogs bollocks- the best way to treat myself.
Erm……………………… I have a four year old who wants me to play princess Jasmine, Elsa, Raja and whoever else she can think of -all at the same time . Remember
- … AND THAT IS WHY I AM SENDING MY LITTLE BELLA BEE TO AN ASYLUM BEFORE SHE DRIVE ME CRAZY TOO.
Ooh and don’t forget she wants to help clean me.
Aaaaah how sweet.
More like, please piss off and give me time to myself. 😀 .
The last of the bath water remnants swill down the plug hole and I look down at my hands –
shiiiiiiiiiiiiit , my nails are in a state .
I’m also thinking the blue colour totally out- rocks the orange I have on them.
I then have to simultaneously dry hair an nails at the same time.
To say I’m slightly talented is well a bit modest 😉 Ha ha!
- WHAT CAN I SAY 😉
Ooooh. Tummy starts growling.
MUST.
GET.
FOOD. – THE MISSION BECOMES DAISY GET FOOD NOW OR I WILL TURN ON YOU AND EAT YOUR BODY ORGANS.
I’ve got way too much living and things to do for that to happen.
Get sat down in bed and I think of all the promises I made to catch up with y’all.
Before I can get any kind of decision made in my head.
It’s story time and it is not my turn to read 😦 very sad face- because Bella Bee’s reading can take what seems a very long time.
I then get all sparked up with my laptop fired up, I’m under the duvets ready to enter the blogospheare. Cue – Epic music.
I must say these clean sheets are mighty comfy – only 7 pm .If I just close my eyes for a sec….
“Daisy wake up ,take your meds and brush your teeth it is half ten ”
Yes my other half does say this to me.
My mind is scrambled. I have a bloody bloggging z-z challenge to do and I have to read over 200 posts of the people I follow.
No I am not going to cheat myself and just like them.
I am going to read every. single. one. Comment on every single one.
Two a.m. and I finally can hit the pillow almost guilt free:
I didn’t do my blog challenge
or my gratitude surprise challenge for my readers and peer followers
useless, take yourself out with the trash incompetent being.
My thoughts are retired drill instructors. they paid a membership to lease out my mind and now that won’t fuck off -pardon my sewerage mouth talk.
It is now 5:50 am and I am going to edit and polish off this post and hit the publish button -blast it into the blogoshphere.
Today I can imagine the set up being similar.
I will not give up.
Can I just say coffee is a truly my best friend. None of the crap shit.
I mean proper coffee made from some little village in Columbia with it’s fair trade stamp on.
So, I’m a greedy Bee with an itch ( bitch) . I want big slices of the cake. Hell, I want all the cake.
Sharing is something my four year old daughter has to do. This does not apply to me. I am an adult.
Okay, luckily my days are not always so full on – my mental health is important and it should be for everyone.
This is not a long term solution to living for me. I have committed myself to various projects and (coughs) a wedding and all that. Nothing major….
Look just take care of yourselves, please. We all live busy lives and have our shit to deal with but be kind to yourself. 🙂
Happy mid week!
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Conquer or be Conquered
“I have to keep facing the darkness. If I stand tall and face the thing I fear, I have a chance to conquer it. If I just keep dodging and hiding it will conquer me.”
― Mary Pope Osborne, My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck, Long Island, New York 1941
WHY I’VE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE.
I’ve been letting the dark extinguish all light. I have basically been a wuss. It is the start of a new week. Unfortunately this day starts with an M. but go look outside your window. check that cloud out and look for the silver lining..
My passion for life, just recently got ran over by a steam roller and flattened me out, Rolling me out like a piece of dough, taking all the air- like passion out of me.
We all have our struggles. Shit, it sometimes a lot of the times may seem like hiding under the duvet covers and growling at anyone who dares to step their big toe into my bedroom like a good idea.
How many times have we done that one?
What did we achieve?
what did we learn?
So how can I big myself up?
I could hire out a cheerleader and personal mascot to follow me around for the week shouting
GO DAISY! GO DAISY! D.A.IS.Y. -WHAT DO YOU GET ? DAISY!
If I did this I may end up in prison by the end of the week under murder charges for temporarily losing my mind and killing a cheer leader and mascot.
Imagine it. All week. That would drive me nuts!
I’m going to use my busy week to learn.
I know for a fact,that if I 100%
engage in my life this week;I will become bigger in spirit and character and I will learn more. I will evolve.
Come Sunday . I will no longer be who I am today.
I’m kind of nosy how that is going to turn out.
Change is good . Push yourself.
I think the idea of being conquered sucks. I know how much of a buzz I get when I push myself and I DO what I set out to do. I go on a natural high.
I am usually quite successful in all that I take on.
I’m worried that I won’t have enough time to be a Mom, partner and put the effort I usually do into my blog and reading other blogs because:
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I’ve got my hair trial
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Make up re trial
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Food tasting for the wedding
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Run through for the wedding
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suit hunting
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ring hunting
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dentist
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Bella Bee back at school
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long hours of group facilitating training on Tuesday and Wednesday
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More long hours of training with a different organisation on Friday
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Exercise every day
I know it may not sound like a lot. To me it is a huge challenge considering how I have been feeling lately.
I’m so going to own this week.
Make a list of what you have to do. By all means focus on one day at a time. You don’t want to freak yourself out
Oh and please be fucking kind to your self. I hear this a lot.
GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR WHAT YOU DO GET DONE
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Iguanas & other exotics
Today we are going wild! Ever had a blue Iguana come at you ?
OF COURSE WE WILL GET ALONG ….. A START TOO A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP
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THIS IGUANA IS TRYING TO EMBRACE HIS TRUE ROOTS. HE DON’T KNOW HE TROPICAL AND HE NO BELONG HERE. HERE AINT HIS ROOTS
I THINK I AM PRETTY CLUED UP TO LOOK AFTER ONE OF THESE ANIMALS, DAISY
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Did you know that you , the confident private owner of exotic animals get killed and seriously injured more than you think?
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Children have been known to be suffocated to death by snakes, people mauled by tigers and killed by wolf-dog hybrids. This a huge problem where I live.
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A pet is not just for Christmas and may even come with lots of small presents with it like rabies, tuberculosis, hepatitis, tularemia, Salmonella, herpes B virus, and ringworm, to name a few. All can be passed on to you. A human. DO you really want your child and grandma with a weak immune system to catch a disease and die?
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Reptiles like the turtle are not allowed to be sold but we all know animals get sold on the black market
OKAY, MISS DAISY KNOW IT ALL , WHAT ARE THE RISKS TO THE ENVIRONMENT?
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People can barely meet an animal’s needs in captivity
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A doctor not from the country your wild exotic animal comes from may NOT have the knowledge of any illness or disease that your animal has or picks up
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It has been known that owners , in an attempt ,to make their pets safe and friendly -de claw tigers and pull out monkeys teeth!
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Usually owners end up at the end of their tether and try and re sell these wild animals and don’t have much success. Who wants a wild animal with behaviour problems?
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Animal sanctuaries are wary of accepting new wild life. It might just in balance the ecosystem that has taken years to sustain.
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These animals get sold by the road side to circuses and or they are used to re-breed so that another person earn a bit of money off them
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? ME HOMELESS? IN A STRANGE LAND? YOU HUMAN -HAVE GIVEN ME ISSUES! LIKE WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?
WHAT ABOUT THE LAWS,DAISY?
Most laws do not protect the right of these animals. There are always in the welfare act. It costs shit loads of cash to enforce these laws. Animals don’t come high up the list in what the government should spend money on. Excluding Australia. They are shit hot with their priorities on animal welfare.
My advice: Don’t get a fucking exotic pet unless you can exactly replicate the ecosystem they naturally live in and are skilled and a professional.
Even when they are dead humans will find a use for them
People will do what they want but don’t say I didn’t warn you…….
So what do you know?
The globe is spinning and spinning. Will it ever Stop? Where are we stopping of today?
BALI, INDONESIA
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: KEEP YOUR MIND ACTIVE
TRADITION: SARASWATI DAY
DATE: EVERY 210 DAYS ON THE LAST DAY OF THE BALINESE PAWUKON CALENDAR ,
I thought this would be a really affirming post. A lot has been going on with my family and their own health and it has got me thinking and researching.
One big worry of mine is that Cancer, mental illness , Eating disorders, addictions ( mental illness) and Dementia runs in the family.
Imagine from today never learning another thing.
Nada. squat. Ziltch. Zeeeeeeroh!
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Not how to wash your fabrics on delicate
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Or why you should feed your cat only dry food
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Understand more about global war, refugees
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Learn things your partner loves
With science being as advanced as it is:Imagine not bothering to find out how or if there is a way to stop or help prevent the off set of illness?
That pink -wormy looking thing in our head is meant to be stimulated. I know! I give myself head massages when I wash my hair. My brain knows there is a bit of TLC going on and it basks in it like ( awful simile) a lion who has found and claimed the perfect sunshine trap- belly full and fed. .
You know that saying ‘Smoking stunts your growth’ ?
Well, boredom and and lack of learning stunts our growth too.
The Balinese Hindu’s wholly acknowledge the value and gift that us humans have;
the capacity to learn.
Some of this is denied to us when we become ill for whatever reason.
There is this Goddess called Saraswati– who knows the secret of learning and knowledge and creativity. Every 6 months the Balinese Hindu’s pay homage to her .
They all get together to party and appreciate our unique ability to learn. Even if you are like me who has had to hit my head dozens of times before I learn.
We can do it.
We must do it.
Children and their teachers don their best outfits.They go in to learning temples or schools, surround them selves with books and gifts of flowers and special incense and pray for wisdom.
Ironically, these lovely people, are not usually encouraged to read, learn or study on this day but that doesn’t matter because this secret to happiness shows us there are NO boundaries to how we acquire knowledge. You don’t have to go on an enlightenment path of the soul.
Read a book – Danielle Steele , Ovid -whoever – but do it, there are loads of free on-line courses you can do or if you want check out what is going on in the community.
Learn something new.
My Nan is a huge inspiration for teaching me the power of learning. My Ma is a great teacher of making sure I always have a plan B.
Both require a commitment to learning.
SECRET TO HAPPINESS: Commitment ( there is that word again) . commit to a life always ready to learn and like a fish in a gold fish bowl – your mind will figure out a way to leap into a bigger and more expansive gold fish bowl.
It will.
You want an opportunity?
well you have one.
Its free. You are most welcome 🙂
Stumble across new interests,develop new skills, what was that you used to play the piano, flute or paint or some other innate talent you may not even know you posses?
Ask yourself: Can I think of the last time I really relished in the delight of a new discovery?
Stags & Hens
Stag do’s seem to go back to the Spartans, in the 5 century? Spartan’s afraid to get married?
Spartans! this challenge of taking on a bride is no ordinary scuffle in the arena. You will never win –
Mwahahahaha – from the evil bride(lurking in the background) from some obscure adults-only pantomime
Okay….
Henry the 8 th was partial to oh I don’t know -say roughly 8 stag do’s in his time.
All his.
I look at him with a fresh perspective, he was just a wild party animal who didn’t know when to retire and let the young ones pick up the party where he left off.
I could get really rude here and suggest an innuendo of a she be a heading stag do?
I think. I would rather not go into that too much. Daisy has a filthy mind.
Soap.
Okay so on to Hen do’s?
There is some research – it’s on Google 😀 that says that the word ‘hen’ way back could refer to any type of bird.
Us “chicks” have been associated with augury -divination by birds since Greek times. So, quite rightly, our Grooms- to -be would need to get together with there fellow stags to have a few beverages. If only to help prop the poor groom to be on the day or give him a few pointers on how to win an argument with his bride. Good luck with that one…
In the East, henna is believed to have properties to purify us sinful brides and I quote
“…. and hold her risk free from the evil eye”
The evil eye, hey?
Ah, of course, us ladies, over the centuries, have honed in our ability on how to make sure the recipient of our evil eye – men- make them feel the wrath of their inability to bring back the right colour box of tampons.
Are we that bad?
The research on these stag/hen do’s are rather hazy – maybe that is the point. I mean I thought there would be tons of information on how and when the stag and hen do originate but not much is coming up. Only suggestions.
What am I doing for my hen night?
A cocktail making class with a difference.
And my beloved stag,
Well, it started with rock climbing- the only reason was so my hubby-to -be could laugh at his supposedly unfit friends – He is a cruel bastard isn’t he? 😉
He out right refused paintballing. He doesn’t want to look all bruised on the day. This coming from the same mouth who had to be dragged into a shop and forced into a suit on by his Best man along with the help of the best man’s wife!
The mind boggles….
Then it changed to a RPG night a the pub with a Ghostbusters theme!? That one went straight over my head.
Last time I checked it could be a toss-up of bowling and a “historic” pub crawl. The difference is (according to my partner )a normal pub crawl is going from one bar to the next and consuming as much alcohol as possible and a historic pub crawl is visiting pubs with history and admiring the decor,as you do.
A STAG DO WITH HISTORIC PURPOSE
Interpret that as you may. My partner doesn’t drink alcohol but hey? It’s his stag do.
His theory in the ‘historic’ pub crawl is not focused on the drinking but on the pubs themselves and his other stags company.
And I thought is was us ladies who changed our mind as and when.
I’m sure him and his besties will have an epic time. I intend to 😀
(ALL IMAGES SOURCED FROM GOOGLE IMAGES)
Daisy in the willows 
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Yup, so easy to lose our thoughts to the past – what ifs, what could’ve been or wanting to go back. And so easy to be obsessed with the future and miss out on the here and now. Xx
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It is something I have to keep reminding myself. Life is way too short 🙂 x
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