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Last week we had a cruel and horrible event in our “family” of friends.

A sweet, warm-heated, generous, gregarious, handsome young man was hanging out with friends after work. He was jumped, beaten up and robbed of the tip money he made that day at a local restaurant.

His phone was taken apart and thrown onto a frozen lake.

He has multiple fractures in his cheek, jaw, nose, roof of his mouth, and upper lip area.  He is missing teeth, has stitches inside his lip, outside his lip and in his chin.

We don’t understand, if all they wanted was the money, why they didn’t just take it and push him down? He is  6’3” iboy who is n shape. Were they afraid he would retaliate? Evil is hard to understand and thank God we don’t comprehend it.

I had been out to eat with the family the day it happened. We were laughing and passing around, “I love you man!”, hours before this cruel thing took place.  It’s hard to think of the sweet young man I saw on Sunday. His unmarred face, laughing and being kind to everyone around us, as he always is.

It made me think of a couple back in Oklahoma.

After the birth of their first child, there was complications and were told the chance of his survival was small.  They sat in that hospital room, holding each other, in tears and prayed for their new, tiny son.

They also told their heavenly Father, that no matter the outcome, they would love God; nothing would or had changed their love for their heavenly Father.

That baby is now out of college, a strapping 6’4” boy.

I will always remember the words my friend shard as she cried out to God that day.

“Lord, remember me and re-member me.”

We all have days when we have fallen apart, are broken, in pieces or just plain confused, scattered and spread too thin.

The young man that was beaten up last week is home now with his mouth sewn shut and in great pain.

Lord remember him today and re-member him today!

Lord remember us today and re-member us today.


A friend of mine had this posted on Facebook and I loved it.

I emailed her toute de suite – in Okie “Toot Sweet”!

She sent me the link to:

There’s so many printed signs out there now, but this one really hit it.

Delighted with this website I start scrolling.

This would be perfect for a friend who is going to be a Grandmother for the first time. She’s soooo old! (Just kidding Elise!)

This would be great for my sister’s three boys.

One of my favorite hymns. The story behind it is beautiful.


I want to give this one to my sweetie pie niece.

We need to be reminded every day!

So I’m scrolling,



And I see this!

I almost fell out of my chair laughing!

Follow your dreams! Almost!

Thanks for the weblink Punky!!

This is the email I received from my very close friend Nina who is from Brazil:

“You know I loooove your sense of humor & writing and your picture is as cute as button… Another expression maybe you could find the history trail… Your Brazilian “Ziva David” friend here cannot figure out what cute has to do with button…

Send my love to Marilyn Jean… and to Elise.  I am so glad they are in your life. ”

So, because I love you my friend, here it is:

CUTE AS A BUTTON – “cute, charming, attractive, almost always with the connotation of being small, 1868 (from the original 1731 English meaning of ‘acute’ or clever). Cute as a bug’s ear, 1930; cute as a bug in a rug, 1942; cute as a button, 1946. Cute and keen were two of the most overused slang words of the late 1920s and 1930s.” From “Listening to America” by Stuart Berg Flexner (Simon and Schuster, New York, 1992.)

Flexner may have an idea about the word “cute,” but he provides no guidance on the question of how a button can be cute. The key to the issue is that it is not the button on a shirt that is meant here, but a flower bud seen in the popular name of small flowers, such as bachelor’s button (q.v. “button” (n) in the OED, meanings 2 and 3).

The British version is “bright as a button”. This makes sense if you think of a polished brass button. The phrase is really only ever used of small people – you’d say that a child, or maybe a small dog, was as bright as a button, but you’d never say it of a six-foot man. So the image is of a small sparky thing.

P.S. Nina – You cute Brazilian button YOU!

I was out on tour last week, about to walk my group into Independence Hall in Philly, when my phone starts buzzing. I look down and I see my sister, has texted a series of photos.

Notice the sign closest says in call caps, “IF YOU DO NOT DO YOUR CHORES YOU WILL NOT EAT!”

So outside of Independence Hall, Liberty Bell in sight, the very symbols of our nations independence and declaration, I call!

Daisy: (through the laughing)  What is going on??!!

Sister: I’m mad and I’m NOT gonna take it anymore!

Daisy: This is hilarious!

Sister: I had to send it to you, you would appreciate it, you’ve been telling me for years.

Daisy: You know what you ought to do, you should draw a chalk outline of a body on the wood floor right in front of the counter. Have Miss N. lie down and trace her, she would totally do it! And love it!

Sister: I’m going to do it!  I’m running an errand, I hope I can get home first so I can do it!

This last picture underscores the state my sister was in. She sent it upside down.

Here’s the back story.  She is grace and mercy personified. She has more patience on a daily basis than I have had in my lifetime. As her four kids got older, I would get aggravated when we were all together, she and I would be picking up after them. She taught me she was having fun and enjoying them more than getting on them. Now that’s not to say they don’t do their fair share, but being kids, you know if they can try to get out of it, they will. And being a great mom, she would do the little extra so she can spend more time with them.

Well, I guess last week, she was drawing a line in the sand. What make it even funnier is this is so not her!

Declare sista! Let Freedom ring!

Daisy: I wrote another blog about you.

2 hours later

Daisy: Have you read the blog?

Marilyn Jean: How do I get to your blog?

Daisy: People I don’t even know are following my blog and my own office mate is not following my blog?? I will re-send you the address.

Marilyn Jean: Great now I have to figure out how to get to it again. I’m following God. (She moves her hands like she weighing things in a scale) God, blog, God, blog.

Daisy: Well, you might want to read it, it’s about you. I wrote one about Elise yesterday…but you would know that if you were following my blog.

Marilyn Jean: What about your bloody blog?

Daisy: READ THE BLOG. You don’t have to do it now, read it tonight.

Marilyn Jean: Emails are just flying by, I don’t know where it is.  Do you know how many things I have to do tonight?

Daisy: It’s like Jesus, not even respected in my own office.

Marilyn Jean: Now you saying you’re like Jesus?

Daisy: No, just read the blog.

Marilyn Jean: You’re so funny.

Daisy: I AM? You are, read it!

(See “The Prisoner”)

Every day with Marilyn Jean is an adventure. Here is a recent tale, but you must understand, I’m not exaggerating, an adventure comes up every day with my funny and compassionate friend.

Marilyn Jean has a heart for prison ministry. She has a bulging full life and at this point that ministry consists of writing letters to women who have been incarcerated. One of the gals with whom Marilyn Jean had conducted a steady correspondence had definitely experienced a life change while in prison. When sharing the steps this gal had made in her life, in order to protect her identity, Marilyn Jean called her “the prisoner.”

“The prisoner’s” first few letters to Marilyn Jean were filled with blame. It was not her fault she was in prison, others were to blame. As their correspondence progressed Marilyn Jean could sense a heart change, and “the prisoner’s” letters indicated that she was taking responsibility for the actions that had brought her to this situation. Just as we all have to face, life decisions are up to us.

Recently Marilyn Jean got a phone call; “the prisoner” has just been released and was struggling to get on her feet. “The prisoner” had found a job, but before her first paycheck she needed clothes, groceries and gas.

Marilyn Jean had decided to take “the prisoner” shopping for a few items. Now Marilyn Jean is a smart cookie, she had clearly established her boundaries, done her homework, had a set dollar figure and was taking the wisest steps for this shopping trip. Because we love her, we were just a bit concerned. While we didn’t doubt Marilyn Jean’s assessment of “the prisoner’s” heart change, we wanted to make sure Marilyn Jean was safe.

What if “the prisoner” was finding it too hard to get on her feet? What if the pressure of being on her own was forcing her to feel the only way she could survive was to revert back to bad choices? What if in a rash and desperate moment Marilyn Jean would be the victim of a bad decision?

Elise, Lauren and I still felt Marilyn Jean should be accompanied to meet “the prisoner”. Our current work schedule made me the one available to go with Marilyn Jean the next day.

The morning of the meeting, my sister happened to call me as I was on my way to work. When my sister asked what I had going that day, I said, “Well as a matter of fact….” and I related the whole story. My sister is a cautious person and for those she loves, she is very cautious. She wanted me to take mace, but I had none. I laughed and said, “I do have the pink camo knife I got for Christmas in my glove compartment.” She insisted I take it with me.

My youngest nephew is currently into pocket knives and now I’m the proud owner of a pink camo knife. He was very excited to give it to me and I love it.

When I got to the office I told Marilyn Jean, Elise and Lauren what my sister had said and I showed them the knife I had hiding in my coat pocket.

Marilyn Jean, lifting her staple puller from her desk says, “I have this, a nose pincher!

Daisy: Do you know how long it would take to wrap that around someone’s nose?

Marilyn Jean: I will just tell her to hold still while I get it on there. I’ll just say, “Tell me when this hurts!” And it really hurts! I tried it on my finger!

Always fear Marilyn Jean and her nose pincher!

Tell me, what is your plan with your one wild & precious life?

Are you remembering to play?


Are you remembering to spark?


Are you remembering to put it ALL at His feet and REVEL like a kid in His presence?

This morning in my journal I was asking myself these questions.

Am I remembering to live life?

This is awesome! I found this on one of my favorite blogs, The Lettered Cottage. I had to share.

1. Make a pact. No one else is going to build the life you want for you. No one else will even be able to completely understand it. The most amazing souls will show up to cheer you on along the way, but this is your game. Make a pact to be in it with yourself for the long haul, as your own supportive friend at every step along the way.

2. Imagine it. What does a knock-the-ball-out-of-the-park life look like for you? What is the career that seems so incredible you think it’s almost criminal to have it?  What is the dream you don’t allow yourself to even consider because it seems too unrealistic, frivolous, or insane? Start envisioning it. That’s the beginning of having it.

3. Gasp. Start doing things that make you gasp and get the adrenalin flowing. Ask yourself, “What’s the gasp-level action here?” Your fears and a tough inner critic will chatter in your head. That’s normal, and just fine. When you hear that repetitive, irrational, mean inner critic, name it for what it is, and remember, it’s just a fearful liar, trying to protect you from any real or seeming risks. Go for the gasps and learn how false your inner critic’s narrative really is, and how conquerable your fears.

4. Get a thick skin. If you take risks, sometimes you’ll get a standing ovation, and sometimes, people will throw tomatoes. Can you think of any leader or innovator whom you admire who doesn’t have enthusiastic fans and harsh critics? Get used to wins and losses, praise and pans, getting a call back and being ignored. Work on letting go of needing to be liked and needing to be universally known as “a nice person.”


You make each day a special day. You know how, by just your being you. There’s only one person in this whole world like you. And people can like you exactly as you are. – Mister Rogers

Okay, admit it. Mister Rogers still puts a smile on your face. Before becoming a tour guide, I was worked in a VERY stressful office. Not only was the work demanding, the staff….well, they….let’s just say it was a far cry from the office I’m in now.   Their lives were so sad; they knew no other way to handle it other than to be unkind to one another.  Thankfully, God kept me out of all the battles and gossip.

Having lunch at home, needing a moment of goodness, I would turn on Mister Rogers as I made and ate my lunch.    Seriously, when PBS put his program back by ½ hour, I got my lunch hour changed!!  He would feed my heart for the return in the afternoon. Who can make you feel goodness more than Mr. Rogers?

If you go to this link you see a little video of him singing….go on, you know you wanna!

One of my favorite teachers that brings her students on tour has a great admiration for Thomas Jefferson. So much so, that as we would draw near to anything related to Thomas Jefferson while in Washington, D.C. or Monticllo the students would sing-song, “There’s Mrs. S’s boyfriend!”

The students quickly learned of my admiration for George Washington, so while we visited Mt. Vernon, I would hear the same, with George and I.

They were such a fun group and it’s one of my fondest memories. This one is for you Mrs. S!!

A sweet gal in my office learned of my admiration for G.W. and this is what she gave me for Christmas. What could be a better gift for a George Washington groupie?

Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.  G.W.