Tuesday, June 23, 2015

A day with Daisy Mae...


A day with Daisy Mae. I am writing this for me, but should you enjoy it please read on. 

I am Daisy Mae :) and I am going to write about my day and my hopes for tomorrow. Before I begin sharing my day there are a couple of things that should be known. 

1) I am a born-again Christian-I live my life with a Biblical world view
2) I am single-no kids-just me, single and perfectly OK with the fact-most of the time :) 
3) I have an amazing,large, by today's standards, family 
3) I work for a theater
4) I have a BA in English-which I feel I am not using to its full potential but I am still paying it off :-/

And... last but not least...5...this one is a story

Years ago in middle school-

ah! I know we've all been there!!

- I would write nonstop. I have countless books filled with embarrassing snip its from my adolescent mind. In those days my life consisted of stories and fantasy. But my "happy ever after" world received a jolt when my small high school (by small I mean "I graduated a member of a class of 13 students" small) would pass my notebooks-my private thoughts-around and laugh at my ramblings. 

I am an introvert-the only way for me to know how I am feeling is to write about it-imagine the whole school reading things you finally had the courage to admit to yourself.
 
I know sounds like a start to a preteen Disney flick. 

Unfortunately I received some bad advice, "don't write down anything you don't want read by someone else." And now years-

I refuse to admit how many

-later I am stuck in this-

what feels like an eternal

-cycle of shallow writing and intense emotion editing. 

BUT I am going to do something about that! I am going to stop this cycle now! 

I am going to start slow-with this blog! 

A day with Daisy Mae...

I want to use this space to reflect on my day. I want to look back and remember why today was special. 

It may be comical-

It may be serious-

but regardless it is going to be raw and honest and I am going to practice not editing out the emotion.

So...

Today...

some backstory--I HATE SPIDERS!!! AND BUGS!!! AND ANYTHING CREEPY CRAWLY!!!

I have an office with a window facing the back tunnel of the theater. It is a dirty tunnel and lots of bugs-normal and weird-like to congregate there. I moved into this office almost 3 years ago and prior to that there was a hornets nest on the window. I am not sure how long it had been there but it had been at least 3 years. There were no hornets inhabiting it so it seemed like a harmless piece of mud. BUT today as I was in my office having a meeting my coworker noticed a hornet going into the nest. She wanted to look closer so she got up to see the workings of the nest and then she started oversharing. 

I need you to know that I neither asked for nor wanted to hear the following!

She exclaimed that the hornet had a spider in its mouth. She then told me it was stuck in a web and another spider was coming toward the hornet. She informed me that the two spiders were now ganging up on the hornet and they had him pinned down. 

My sympathies do not lie with either party. 

The play by play continued-the spiders had killed the hornet, Oh no! The hornet is making a comeback. He has a spider in his mouth. He flew away. Wait! No! He is back! He is shoving the spider into the nest. He has shoved it all in there. The other spider is gone. 

Meanwhile-I am cringing at the thought of all of this and the fact that there are not only one but two spiders on my window and they are fighting with a wasp--now I feel like I have bugs crawling all over me! 

My coworker-She was fascinated! 

I called maintenance and had the three unwanted guests removed from the premises! They also removed the nest so that I didn't have to witness a replay of the terrible catastrophe. 

And that my friends-was a moment in...

...a day with Daisy Mae