My Grandma died yesterday. She was 101 years old. What do you say about someone who has been there your whole life? Their absence makes the world lose a piece of its flavor.
It doesn't feel right.
I know you may think that you have the best grandma in the whole world, but I have the best grandma in the universe. At 4'9" or so, she didn't look like a powerhouse, but her quiet, cheerful presence made wherever she was a better place. She was strong and had a will of steel. She passed on a passionate love of tea to a select few of us. You could always count on Grandma for having a pack (or ten) of Doublemint gum, a stash of lemon drops, and a package of mini Twix if you wanted one.
My Grandma was from a big family, and only one of two girls, so she had to put up with a lot of brothers fighting. This caused her to be quite a peacemaker (she HATED fighting and strife). Her sister was about eleven years older than she was, so her sister had to take charge and do many of the jobs around the house, but my Grandma would help her and stick up for her in the face of so many brothers.
My Grandma loved roses. The house that she lived in for fifty years had what she always called "Tropicana" roses. My Grandpa was a meticulous gardener and the heads of the roses were the size of small melons. They would bring in a big blossom (just the head of it) and float it in a round glass bowl so you could see it and smell it.
My Grandma was born when the Model T came out in 1914. She was born in Quebec, Canada, and spoke French as a girl. When she was about ten years old, she emigrated to the United States with her older sister and brothers. Her mom stayed back with the littlest ones and came after. When she came to school in the United States, she was extremely shy. She gained quick fame, however (much to her horror), when she won the spelling bee for the entire school. She won an atlas and then when she progressed on to the next level and won again, she won a dictionary. Our family still has it. When my son had trouble spelling, she would just tell him gently, "It's easy. Just take it slow and sound out every piece."
When she got older, her sister was hanging out with a boy who had a younger brother her age. Would you believe the two sisters married two brothers? They were a close family - no need to fight about when to have family parties to accommodate the schedules of the in-laws!
She went through the Great Depression as a teenager, and this experience caused her to be both frugal and to live simply. She loved sparkly things, but tempered her glamourous side with the backdrop of remembering the Depression, never being wasteful nor splurging on something unnecessary, although I do remember her having a tiara. I was in awe of it. The house she raised her children in was about 850 square feet and had no basement. She made it work.
She loved baseball and hockey, specifially the Detroit Tigers and the Red Wings. Her brother was a baseball player and her father was a hockey player in the league that was around before the NHL started. She had hockey bobbleheads and jerseys and you could call her any day of the week to ask her what time the game was on and which channel it would be shown on. She hated football and boxing, though, because it looked like those guys were fighting (it probably reminded her of her brothers fighting). She loved Michigan State women's basketball and had a signed photo from the coach as well as one from Coach Izzo hanging in her room.
Most of all, she loved her family. Her place was filled with pictures of all of her children, her grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren. If you sat down with her for a couple minutes, you'd be hearing how smart, funny, quick, talented, and amazing they were. She would laugh when thinking of her second son, who always asked her if she wanted a beer (she hated beer). She would smile wistfully when thinking of her oldest son and say he was the best baby anyone every had, and the easiest kid in the world. She adored her daughter and talked to her everyday. Her grandkids were a source of joy to her - and we all adored her. She made every single one of us feel like we were her absolute favorite (I mean, they felt like it, but I know I was). We would fight over who got to sit next to Grandma and say, "She's MY Grandma." Being a peacemaker, she would want us to share, but I know she enjoyed it a little anyway. She thought her great-grandchildren were so special. She saw the similarities in them and their parents and their grandparents and it reminded her of them when they were little.
My Grandma was great at a lot of things, but I have to tell you, she could tear up crossword puzzles like nobody's beeswax. My brother and I would sit with her (as adults) and go through the newspaper crossword and we'd sit there for like eleventy minutes and come up with nothing, and then when we gave up, she would instantly (but gently) tell us the answer (so we didn't feel like total bozos). How did she DO that? Crossword puzzles are so stinkin' hard. She also could guess Wheel of Fortune really quickly. She crocheted full sized blankets for all of her grandchildren and then made baby blankets for our children because she knew one day her arthritis would get so bad that she would not be able to do it anymore. She taught us all how to crochet, whether you are a boy or a girl, it was a skill to have. My brother made seventy-nine foot chains to use as whips and leashes for his stuffed animals. My cousin Jill and I like it enough to make piles of hats. She made fantastic macaroni and cheese and each of us special birthday cakes.
She always remembered everyone's birthday, even up until the very last few days of her life - she told me to make sure my son got his birthday card. And when your birthday did come, you'd get a phone call from her and as soon as you said hello, you'd hear her singing happy birthday to you.
I will miss her very much. My Wednesdays will not be the same without painting her nails, sitting around chatting about what's new, and having a cup of tea. These last couple months, I would bring her laundry back and hang it up in her closet for her, and she would always say, "Oh, you have to do all this work! What a pain I am!" (For the record - my sister was doing the laundry, I just had to return it and hang it up.) She was never a pain. She was a joy.
Hug your people. Even though they seem like they'll be there forever, even 101 years - it's always too short somehow.
Peace, love, and hugs,
Ms. Daisy
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
My natural medicine cabinet: muscle aches, ovarian cysts, parasites
This week I've been talking about the contents of my natural medicine cabinet. If you've ever wondered about how to deal with a cold, the flu, a sore throat, or a headache in a more liver-friendly way, take a look at the previous posts.
Natural Medicine Cabinet: Part 1
Natural Medicine Cabinet: Part 2
Today kind of covers some issues that are a little different: muscle aches, ovarian cysts, and parasites. Yummy.
Let's start with muscle aches. If you have done something insane a la weekend warrior, or you thought you were 21 when you are really near double that (or more), you may end up spending a few days walking like an old grumpy hunchback who feels the pain of age at every foot fall.
What to do! No, not Bengay. No, not even Icy Hot. May I recommend the arnica sprays/gels/tablets? Arnica is crazy awesomesauce when it comes to dissolving the pain of sore muscles. I have used Traumeel (gel and tablets), and the gel is crazy good. There is also Magnesium oil (plus arnica), but for some people they initially feel a stinging sensation. It doesn't last, though, and only some people get it, so don't be too scared. The Traumeel (as you can see on the box) is counteracted by peppermint, so if you're using Dr. Bronners peppermint castile soap (which you TOTALLY should be!), you'll have to switch to lavender or something for the duration. Same for your toothpaste and whatever you have that has peppermint in it. One of my littles had a sledding accident and had a back injury - the Traumeel gave instant relief (and yes, we did go to the emergency room in case you thought I just slathered on some Traumeel and crossed my fingers).
As I've said before, I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, nor am I approved by the FDA (F-duh), so seek professional medical attention when you need it. (Oh how I love you, you litigious society!)
Okay, getting a little bit less common: ovarian cysts.
I mean, at least 50% of the population cannot possibly have this problem, so I have to categorize it as such. About four months after giving birth to an early stillborn baby, I had some issues in my ovaries. It felt like sharp-toothed rats with knives and swords were living in my ovaries and trying to murder me from the inside out. Perhaps it was because of a crazy hormone imbalance, but that's what was going on. I was sad because I was certain that I was dying of cancer - first a dead baby, now a dead me. Come ON, life! Can't you give me a break?
After suffering for a few months, I decided to go to the doctor's office and get an ultrasound to face my fate. The poor ultrasound technician was ironically the same person who had to run out of the room at my 20 week appointment (six months earlier) to get the doctor and midwife to tell me that there was no heartbeat in my unborn son, so she was NOT TOO EXCITED to see me again, horrified at what news she'd have to tell me now. Because she remembered me and felt sorry for me, I think she tolerated my questions a bit more than she would have otherwise. She scanned my ovaries and I saw some weird stuff (I figured it was giant cancerous tumors and I better spiffy up my last will and testament), so I asked her point blank if she knew what that was, if it was totally abnormal and I was going to probably hear really bad news. She admitted she was not really allowed to tell me anything and she was not a doctor, but she was pretty sure it was just some regular cysts, even though there were like eighty million of them. The doctor called and confirmed that I was not going to die anytime soon (thank you very much). This did not help me in the department of 30-60 stabbing pains an hour for 4 months, though. I couldn't bend or move (or breathe or walk) without feeling horrible stabbing pains that would at times cause me to become momentarily paralyzed.
But now that I knew what they were, I could attack them. Honestly, I didn't know where to start, but I started reading. The most helpful and specific information came to me through a website run by RNs, doulas, and others in the medical field who have a penchant for natural treatments. (Find them here) I did Wobenzym, DIM, and maca root. They have other suggestions like a castor oil flannel pack (I've heard good results about that). The link provides dosages and you can figure out exactly what you should take throughout the day. I believe they also offer a service for private one-on-one counseling if you have specific questions and concerns and would like someone to follow you through your issue.
After a week, I realized the stabbings were decreasing significantly. After two weeks, it was even less. After a month, I was down to only about one pain a day. After that point, it spread out infrequently and then went away completely. At that point, I obviously stopped taking the Wobenzym, DIM and maca. I have not had a problem since then and from later ultrasounds, they have gone away. Thank you, Jesus.
Lastly, the parasites.
My husband saw some crazy thing online a few years ago and was convinced we were just crawling with parasites, which really grossed me out to the point that I wanted to be sure I wasn't crawling all over inside with some tapeworm the size of my kitchen table. At this point I ran to the health food store and asked what would be a good parasite detox and took it. I really don't think it was necessary, I didn't see any weird living (or previously living) anacondas coming out of me even after a couple weeks, so I stopped. But maybe it helped. I didn't feel any different, however. But maybe YOU would. I liked the smell of it, it has clove in it, so I didn't mind taking it (reminder: this is not a good and valid reason to take something medicinally), but I decided I was probably okay and then gave it up.
Otherwise, you could get one of those zapper things. Have you heard of them? It actually works when you have a cold, too! Strange but true. It says it works by stimulating your immune system. That's all I want to say about it, mostly so you don't think me weirder than I am.
Yeah, like that's possible.
Peace, love, and get well,
Ms. Daisy
Natural Medicine Cabinet: Part 1
Natural Medicine Cabinet: Part 2
Today kind of covers some issues that are a little different: muscle aches, ovarian cysts, and parasites. Yummy.
Let's start with muscle aches. If you have done something insane a la weekend warrior, or you thought you were 21 when you are really near double that (or more), you may end up spending a few days walking like an old grumpy hunchback who feels the pain of age at every foot fall.
What to do! No, not Bengay. No, not even Icy Hot. May I recommend the arnica sprays/gels/tablets? Arnica is crazy awesomesauce when it comes to dissolving the pain of sore muscles. I have used Traumeel (gel and tablets), and the gel is crazy good. There is also Magnesium oil (plus arnica), but for some people they initially feel a stinging sensation. It doesn't last, though, and only some people get it, so don't be too scared. The Traumeel (as you can see on the box) is counteracted by peppermint, so if you're using Dr. Bronners peppermint castile soap (which you TOTALLY should be!), you'll have to switch to lavender or something for the duration. Same for your toothpaste and whatever you have that has peppermint in it. One of my littles had a sledding accident and had a back injury - the Traumeel gave instant relief (and yes, we did go to the emergency room in case you thought I just slathered on some Traumeel and crossed my fingers).
As I've said before, I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, nor am I approved by the FDA (F-duh), so seek professional medical attention when you need it. (Oh how I love you, you litigious society!)
Okay, getting a little bit less common: ovarian cysts.
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| Also helpful: DIM |
I mean, at least 50% of the population cannot possibly have this problem, so I have to categorize it as such. About four months after giving birth to an early stillborn baby, I had some issues in my ovaries. It felt like sharp-toothed rats with knives and swords were living in my ovaries and trying to murder me from the inside out. Perhaps it was because of a crazy hormone imbalance, but that's what was going on. I was sad because I was certain that I was dying of cancer - first a dead baby, now a dead me. Come ON, life! Can't you give me a break?
After suffering for a few months, I decided to go to the doctor's office and get an ultrasound to face my fate. The poor ultrasound technician was ironically the same person who had to run out of the room at my 20 week appointment (six months earlier) to get the doctor and midwife to tell me that there was no heartbeat in my unborn son, so she was NOT TOO EXCITED to see me again, horrified at what news she'd have to tell me now. Because she remembered me and felt sorry for me, I think she tolerated my questions a bit more than she would have otherwise. She scanned my ovaries and I saw some weird stuff (I figured it was giant cancerous tumors and I better spiffy up my last will and testament), so I asked her point blank if she knew what that was, if it was totally abnormal and I was going to probably hear really bad news. She admitted she was not really allowed to tell me anything and she was not a doctor, but she was pretty sure it was just some regular cysts, even though there were like eighty million of them. The doctor called and confirmed that I was not going to die anytime soon (thank you very much). This did not help me in the department of 30-60 stabbing pains an hour for 4 months, though. I couldn't bend or move (or breathe or walk) without feeling horrible stabbing pains that would at times cause me to become momentarily paralyzed.
But now that I knew what they were, I could attack them. Honestly, I didn't know where to start, but I started reading. The most helpful and specific information came to me through a website run by RNs, doulas, and others in the medical field who have a penchant for natural treatments. (Find them here) I did Wobenzym, DIM, and maca root. They have other suggestions like a castor oil flannel pack (I've heard good results about that). The link provides dosages and you can figure out exactly what you should take throughout the day. I believe they also offer a service for private one-on-one counseling if you have specific questions and concerns and would like someone to follow you through your issue.
After a week, I realized the stabbings were decreasing significantly. After two weeks, it was even less. After a month, I was down to only about one pain a day. After that point, it spread out infrequently and then went away completely. At that point, I obviously stopped taking the Wobenzym, DIM and maca. I have not had a problem since then and from later ultrasounds, they have gone away. Thank you, Jesus.
Lastly, the parasites.
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| Ominous...kill the parasites... |
Otherwise, you could get one of those zapper things. Have you heard of them? It actually works when you have a cold, too! Strange but true. It says it works by stimulating your immune system. That's all I want to say about it, mostly so you don't think me weirder than I am.
Yeah, like that's possible.
Peace, love, and get well,
Ms. Daisy
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
My natural medicine cabinet: the flu and sore throats
Last time, I offered a peek into the madness that is the medicine cabinet of Ms. Daisy. Let's sneak on back to see what we can do about some other common maladies we face in this here life of ours.
The Flu?
If you've got the flu, well, my dear, I am sorry. That is not fun. I'm just going to stay waaaay over here while I tell you a few things that might help you feel better and recover faster.
First off, do you have any Norwex enviro cloths (microfiber with silver in it) around the house? Get someone to wipe down your surfaces and doorknobs with water and one of those cloths to kill the baddies that are crawling all over the place. If you haven't got one around, you can get one here.
Now that we've got the external germ spreading taken care of, let's fix you up. The Oscillococcinum is great if you can take it right at the onset. You might save yourself a few barfs. If you're past that and you can tolerate eating anything, sip some ginger tea for your belly. Chop up some ginger and steep it in boiling water (I add lemon and honey, too, but do what you want). If you are manly enough, get one (or as many as you can stand) of those minced bits of ginger in your mouth and mash it up (I'd keep the liquid in while you do so so as not to burn the inside of your mouth off). Ginger is great for upset stomachs. If you are not a ginger person, sad for you. You could do the same with garlic. Otherwise, I would suggest some kombucha, which will fight the baddies in your guts. If you don't like kombucha, well, that just means you are obviously the type who runs around with your fingers in the air, skitting about on your tip toes. What else? Are you looking at that jar of green mush and wondering what I'm going to suggest next? Well let me tell you! That is Bieler broth. It is basically slightly steamed and blended green beans, zucchini, parsley, and celery. (Specifics here .) Keep the water with which you steamed the veg to blend. I add a bit of Celtic sea salt for the magnesium balance (which can get out of whack when you have distributed the contents of your insides into a toilet). If you can keep anything down, this is a very gentle way to get your vitamins and minerals so you can get better.
What about a sore throat?
If your sore throat is due to nasal issues, you should be using your neti-pot before you go to bed to kind of clear that out and prevent that issue. If you have a straight up sore throat (and you're scared you're going to go down the road to strep), then take a look at what natural medicine has to offer you. My 101 year-old Grandma will tell you just what to do: get a mug, cover the bottom with a thin layer of salt, splash in some vinegar and add water as hot as you can stand. Gargle that LOVELY mix until it is gone and your sore throat will be exponentially better. No, it doesn't taste good. In fact, I plug my nose, but by golly, it works. Otherwise, if you just start to feel iffy, take a shot of apple cider vinegar. It has worked really well for me.
If you have something you're worried might be strep (or pink eye), go hit up that Sovereign Silver. Give it a couple or a few squirts a few times a day (throat or eyeball), cut your sugar to ZERO, and you may find within a few hours to a few days that you are as good as new. I just read an article about someone using Spanish radishes or something for this same thing, so that might be worth looking into if you have the interest (haven't tried it myself, though). I have to add (because people are really awesome) that no, I am not a doctor, I do not play one on TV (although I did win best actress in my high school acting class), I am not approved by the FDA (pronounce it F-duh), and I am not a substitute for medical assistance. But it's worked for me and a bazillion people I know, so take it for what it's worth.
If you have some other scary infection, you might want to take a look at oregano oil. That stuff kills nearly everything. You can do the oregano oil or the Sovereign Silver topically as well as internally, but don't just go drinking the stuff whenever you want in whatever quantity you want. Read your dosage and research. Kids can do silver, but cut their dose to at least half of what an adult dose is. And overdosing on silver will turn your skin permanently blue, so pay attention so you can avoid people continually asking you if you are a superfan of the Avatar movie.
Remember, fine people, children cannot take all of the same herbal or natural remedies that an adult can. Just because it is natural does not mean it cannot be toxic. Do your homework, please and thank you.
Peace, love, and feel better soon,
Ms. Daisy
The Flu?
If you've got the flu, well, my dear, I am sorry. That is not fun. I'm just going to stay waaaay over here while I tell you a few things that might help you feel better and recover faster.
First off, do you have any Norwex enviro cloths (microfiber with silver in it) around the house? Get someone to wipe down your surfaces and doorknobs with water and one of those cloths to kill the baddies that are crawling all over the place. If you haven't got one around, you can get one here.
Now that we've got the external germ spreading taken care of, let's fix you up. The Oscillococcinum is great if you can take it right at the onset. You might save yourself a few barfs. If you're past that and you can tolerate eating anything, sip some ginger tea for your belly. Chop up some ginger and steep it in boiling water (I add lemon and honey, too, but do what you want). If you are manly enough, get one (or as many as you can stand) of those minced bits of ginger in your mouth and mash it up (I'd keep the liquid in while you do so so as not to burn the inside of your mouth off). Ginger is great for upset stomachs. If you are not a ginger person, sad for you. You could do the same with garlic. Otherwise, I would suggest some kombucha, which will fight the baddies in your guts. If you don't like kombucha, well, that just means you are obviously the type who runs around with your fingers in the air, skitting about on your tip toes. What else? Are you looking at that jar of green mush and wondering what I'm going to suggest next? Well let me tell you! That is Bieler broth. It is basically slightly steamed and blended green beans, zucchini, parsley, and celery. (Specifics here .) Keep the water with which you steamed the veg to blend. I add a bit of Celtic sea salt for the magnesium balance (which can get out of whack when you have distributed the contents of your insides into a toilet). If you can keep anything down, this is a very gentle way to get your vitamins and minerals so you can get better.
What about a sore throat?
If your sore throat is due to nasal issues, you should be using your neti-pot before you go to bed to kind of clear that out and prevent that issue. If you have a straight up sore throat (and you're scared you're going to go down the road to strep), then take a look at what natural medicine has to offer you. My 101 year-old Grandma will tell you just what to do: get a mug, cover the bottom with a thin layer of salt, splash in some vinegar and add water as hot as you can stand. Gargle that LOVELY mix until it is gone and your sore throat will be exponentially better. No, it doesn't taste good. In fact, I plug my nose, but by golly, it works. Otherwise, if you just start to feel iffy, take a shot of apple cider vinegar. It has worked really well for me.
If you have something you're worried might be strep (or pink eye), go hit up that Sovereign Silver. Give it a couple or a few squirts a few times a day (throat or eyeball), cut your sugar to ZERO, and you may find within a few hours to a few days that you are as good as new. I just read an article about someone using Spanish radishes or something for this same thing, so that might be worth looking into if you have the interest (haven't tried it myself, though). I have to add (because people are really awesome) that no, I am not a doctor, I do not play one on TV (although I did win best actress in my high school acting class), I am not approved by the FDA (pronounce it F-duh), and I am not a substitute for medical assistance. But it's worked for me and a bazillion people I know, so take it for what it's worth.
If you have some other scary infection, you might want to take a look at oregano oil. That stuff kills nearly everything. You can do the oregano oil or the Sovereign Silver topically as well as internally, but don't just go drinking the stuff whenever you want in whatever quantity you want. Read your dosage and research. Kids can do silver, but cut their dose to at least half of what an adult dose is. And overdosing on silver will turn your skin permanently blue, so pay attention so you can avoid people continually asking you if you are a superfan of the Avatar movie.
Remember, fine people, children cannot take all of the same herbal or natural remedies that an adult can. Just because it is natural does not mean it cannot be toxic. Do your homework, please and thank you.
Peace, love, and feel better soon,
Ms. Daisy
Monday, February 16, 2015
Randoms, part 6(?)
Random #1:
Here's a tip: Don't just paint your walls the moment the urge hits you, please change your clothes first. I know, you may have known that. I did too, but I regret not acting on it. Oh well, white spots in my greenish hair is kind of Spartan looking, not to mention my awesome speckled outfit now.
Random #2:
Do you know any boys who think they are stronger than their mothers? Apparently there is something that happens in the mind of a boy when he nears preteen years where he thinks he is no longer a rugrat and has become the boss of the world. They learn how to throw a football and can carry their mothers on their backs, so they think they have arrived at manhood. I had to knock a certain little off of his high horse last night. It went like this.
Son 1 to younger sibling: Monopoly is stupid. I could crush you in Monopoly.
Me: So, it's stupid but you want to play it? Awesome. How about football is stupid and I could crush you in it?
Son 1: No you couldn't!
Hubby: Yes, she could. She is taller than you, she weighs more than you (by probs 15-20 pounds), and she is stronger than you.
Son 1: No way! SO!? I could throw a football farther than you, Mom.
Me: False.
Son 1: How far can you throw? I can throw 20 yards.
Me: I could whomp on that.
Hubby: She can probably throw at least 30 or 40. I, however, could throw like 50 or 60 (gotta keep that pecking order straight, apparently). She could beat you in wrestling and arm wrestling, too.
Son 1: NO WAY! Let's go, Mom!
Me: You're going to be crushed, dude.
Hubby: You're going to regret that. Mom will beat you.
Son 1: Let's go right now.
Me: (clearing my dinner plate away) Bring it. Let's go lefts. (Hands locked, other hand on the elbow of the other.) 1, 2, 3, go.
Instant crushage. Down in less than two seconds.
Son 1: No way! Okay, let's do right then.
Me: Seriously? I'll crush you faster than before. (Hands locked, other hand on the elbow of the other.) 1, 2, 3, go.
Even instant-er crushage. Down in one second flat.
Homeboy, don't mess with Mama. He gave up on the idea of wrestling, plus I wanted to paint my nails. It looks better when you win at arm wrestling when you have glittery pink nails, I think.
Peace, love, and I need to repaint my pink due to all of the gobs of white paint now,
Ms. Daisy
Here's a tip: Don't just paint your walls the moment the urge hits you, please change your clothes first. I know, you may have known that. I did too, but I regret not acting on it. Oh well, white spots in my greenish hair is kind of Spartan looking, not to mention my awesome speckled outfit now.
Random #2:
Do you know any boys who think they are stronger than their mothers? Apparently there is something that happens in the mind of a boy when he nears preteen years where he thinks he is no longer a rugrat and has become the boss of the world. They learn how to throw a football and can carry their mothers on their backs, so they think they have arrived at manhood. I had to knock a certain little off of his high horse last night. It went like this.
Son 1 to younger sibling: Monopoly is stupid. I could crush you in Monopoly.
Me: So, it's stupid but you want to play it? Awesome. How about football is stupid and I could crush you in it?
Son 1: No you couldn't!
Hubby: Yes, she could. She is taller than you, she weighs more than you (by probs 15-20 pounds), and she is stronger than you.
Son 1: No way! SO!? I could throw a football farther than you, Mom.
Me: False.
Son 1: How far can you throw? I can throw 20 yards.
Me: I could whomp on that.
Hubby: She can probably throw at least 30 or 40. I, however, could throw like 50 or 60 (gotta keep that pecking order straight, apparently). She could beat you in wrestling and arm wrestling, too.
Son 1: NO WAY! Let's go, Mom!
Me: You're going to be crushed, dude.
Hubby: You're going to regret that. Mom will beat you.
Son 1: Let's go right now.
Me: (clearing my dinner plate away) Bring it. Let's go lefts. (Hands locked, other hand on the elbow of the other.) 1, 2, 3, go.
Instant crushage. Down in less than two seconds.
Son 1: No way! Okay, let's do right then.
Me: Seriously? I'll crush you faster than before. (Hands locked, other hand on the elbow of the other.) 1, 2, 3, go.
Even instant-er crushage. Down in one second flat.
Homeboy, don't mess with Mama. He gave up on the idea of wrestling, plus I wanted to paint my nails. It looks better when you win at arm wrestling when you have glittery pink nails, I think.
Peace, love, and I need to repaint my pink due to all of the gobs of white paint now,
Ms. Daisy
Sunday, February 15, 2015
My natural medicine cabinet: headaches and cold remedies
Were you just sitting around the house wondering what is in my natural medicine cabinet? Oh, I know you were! Well, good thing I can read minds, because I'm bringing it to you right now.
If you come over to my house and have some issue, don't expect me to hand out Tylenol, Motrin, Bengay, and Tums. No way, Jose. You're going to get to know the alternative in alternative medicine around here. I have a basic array of things that will deal with the most common things: colds, sore throats, flu, headaches, muscle aches, and a few things that are not very common (like shrinking ovarian cysts and things in case you think you have parasites - yeah, it's a long story, but no, I don't have any).
When I started reading all of the side effects and about how your liver pretty much hates you when you start downing over the counter (and prescription) meds, I dove in to research what on earth people do besides the usual answers that you can find at Walgreens.
Today, I present...my herbal and natural medicine cabinet.
So what's your problem?
You've got a headache? First let me ask you how much water you've had today. Are you dehydrated? That will give you a rip-roaring headache. Don't drug it if that's the problem, just go get some water. If that's not the case, then skip the Motrin or the Excedrin and try one of these: white willow bark or a Petadolex.
White willow bark is the stuff that Dr. Bayer (of Bayer aspirin fame) used to make his aspirin. Except you can't patent stuff in nature, so he had to break it down and re-build it to mimic what had worked for a few thousand years: white willow bark. Otherwise, if you have a migraine, give Petadolex a try. After I was poisoned at my brother-in-law's rehearsal dinner with who knows what (even though I called and talked to the manager about their ingredients), I had to figure out what I was going to do with the migraine I had on the day of the wedding, especially since I had to do a reading and HELLO, more importantly GET DOWN ON THE DANCE FLOOR. The accupressure wasn't doing anything, water was not the issue, and I just needed something to make me not want to die. That was Petadolex. That stuff is amazing. It contains butterbur and has no known side-effects or drug interactions. It saved the day. And I got to request L.L. Cool J's Mama Said Knock You Out, so it was pretty much a perfect wedding.
What if you have a cold?
Pobrecito. You are suffering. You need to get some sleep, my dear. And I know you aren't eating any sugar, right? Wouldn't want to feed those baddies and make yourself feel worse. No ice cream! No cookies. But you may have some homemade bone broth. Please go take a nap on the couch, I am going to make you a cup of ginger, honey, lemon tea. Let's fight this thing on all sides. What can we hit it with? Glad you asked. If you are a child, I'm going to give you some Coldcalm (adults can take this too). It is an herbal mix that will clear up your nose and sore throat. If you take it soon enough at the onset of a cold, you can kill it entirely. If you're too far in, well, it can help the symptoms. If you are an adult and it is very nasal-y, go for either the Fenu-Thyme (that's my favorite - when you sweat the next day you will smell like maple syrup) or the OregaRESP (that's hubby's favorite). If you are so boogery, you can try the MucoStop too. If you want to kill something in your sinuses, I love shooting my nose with Sinu-Orega.
Don't forget to neti-pot (I use a stainless steel one and make sure you have good clean (not tap) water. Don't put bacteria and spores up your brain hole, but if you insist on it, don't blame me for your stupidity.) Do try to get some rest, though. And don't be surprised when I make you soup with a bunch of cloves of garlic in it. When you're sick, it's your responsibility and job to give your body the best and not indulge yourself in whatever your tastebuds whimsically desire.
The next time around, I'll hook you up with stuff for the flu and sore/strep throats. In the meantime, I hope you feel better, dahling.
Peace, love, and tuck your feet in tight under that cozy blanket,
Ms. Daisy
If you come over to my house and have some issue, don't expect me to hand out Tylenol, Motrin, Bengay, and Tums. No way, Jose. You're going to get to know the alternative in alternative medicine around here. I have a basic array of things that will deal with the most common things: colds, sore throats, flu, headaches, muscle aches, and a few things that are not very common (like shrinking ovarian cysts and things in case you think you have parasites - yeah, it's a long story, but no, I don't have any).
When I started reading all of the side effects and about how your liver pretty much hates you when you start downing over the counter (and prescription) meds, I dove in to research what on earth people do besides the usual answers that you can find at Walgreens.
Today, I present...my herbal and natural medicine cabinet.
So what's your problem?
You've got a headache? First let me ask you how much water you've had today. Are you dehydrated? That will give you a rip-roaring headache. Don't drug it if that's the problem, just go get some water. If that's not the case, then skip the Motrin or the Excedrin and try one of these: white willow bark or a Petadolex.
What if you have a cold?
Pobrecito. You are suffering. You need to get some sleep, my dear. And I know you aren't eating any sugar, right? Wouldn't want to feed those baddies and make yourself feel worse. No ice cream! No cookies. But you may have some homemade bone broth. Please go take a nap on the couch, I am going to make you a cup of ginger, honey, lemon tea. Let's fight this thing on all sides. What can we hit it with? Glad you asked. If you are a child, I'm going to give you some Coldcalm (adults can take this too). It is an herbal mix that will clear up your nose and sore throat. If you take it soon enough at the onset of a cold, you can kill it entirely. If you're too far in, well, it can help the symptoms. If you are an adult and it is very nasal-y, go for either the Fenu-Thyme (that's my favorite - when you sweat the next day you will smell like maple syrup) or the OregaRESP (that's hubby's favorite). If you are so boogery, you can try the MucoStop too. If you want to kill something in your sinuses, I love shooting my nose with Sinu-Orega.
The next time around, I'll hook you up with stuff for the flu and sore/strep throats. In the meantime, I hope you feel better, dahling.
Peace, love, and tuck your feet in tight under that cozy blanket,
Ms. Daisy
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
My great ideas!
I know you may find this nearly impossible to believe, but my hubby and I have differing opinions on what exactly consists of a great idea. (I know, RIGHT?! SO WEIRD!) In the last 28 days, I have come up with at least 3 great ideas, but they were all shot down for one reason or another. Allow me to divulge the details to you.
My first great idea was the idea that for New Year's eve, we should have a 90's dance party in our basement. I envisioned a whole pile of people with me as I danced my guts off to Pump Up the Jam and Gonna Make You Sweat (as opposed to my usual dancing in the basement solo). We could move the table out of the room, blast some 90's dance hits, and sweat uncontrollably into the new year.
For some reason, my hubby did not think this was a good idea! He brought up the idea that our house was miniscule-esque, and secondly that he hates dancing. I think that the second rebuttal was a stronger factor than the first, but he pressed the former as it seemed more logical. Fine.
The next great idea came just within hours of that first idea. I decided that we ought to move to Switzerland in 2015. (Originally it was either going to be Switzerland or Svalbard, but after much consideration, I chose Switzerland.) You know what they say, right? If you want the American dream, move to Switzerland. (No, actually, I am not kidding. People say that.) Can you just imagine all of that grass-fed Emmentaler? And they hide cannons in their barns and every house has it's own arsenal, but they are neutral and won't pick fights. (See if you can say that about America.) They have bombs attached to their bridges in case an enemy tries to attack! They're geniuses. Hello, Swiss Army knife anyone? Yeah. Exactly.
And I could learn a few more languages, which is a bonus. I speak Spanish and I have limited knowledge of a few other languages, but this would exponently help learning a variety of other languages. They actively oppose GMOs, are uber clean, and have one of the highest standards of living in the world. Sign me up. So I went on some Swiss job search page and loosely guessed at the French and Italian and told my husband I'd find him something great. For some reason, he kaboshed yet ANOTHER great idea.
Whatever!
This morning I came up with my third great idea. It came to me as I was driving home from the gym. I have been learning Mandarin Chinese on CD (Pimsleur) in the car (it was my Christmas present!), but haven't uploaded it to my ipod yet to listen to it while I run. I do, however, have Hebrew on my ipod. When I got into the car, I plugged the ipod in to listen to the Hebrew lessons for nostalgic sake (I haven't reviewed it in such a long time). I heard the Pimsleur guy asking to say nearly the same things he asks you to say in Mandarin, and then it came to me.
I could just pause and answer in both languages and do them both at the same time.
What a time saver! Two languages at once! I would call it Duo Linguo. Pimsleur (or I) should invent a program that you can drop in two languages at once and say them.
It would go like this:
Pimsleur guy: Try to say, "I am American."
Me: At americait. Wo shi mei gua ren. THIS IS SO AMAZING! (p.s. I have no idea how to spell in Hebrew or Mandarin. Sorry. It's all verbal.)
Then they would have the native speakers say it so you could check your work, as usual. I came in the house, and nearly glowed with excitement.
Me: Honey, honey, honey! Guess what? Ohmuhgawsh, I have a GREAT idea! What if we made a thing that you could learn two languages at the same time! Wouldn't that be great! You'd save so much time and learn twice as much!
Hubby: Um...wouldn't that be confusing?
Me: No! Hebrew and Mandarin sound nothing alike!
Hubby: That's not really what I meant...
Ah, well. I'll keep trying.
Peace, love, and yodel in the Alps,
Ms. Daisy
My first great idea was the idea that for New Year's eve, we should have a 90's dance party in our basement. I envisioned a whole pile of people with me as I danced my guts off to Pump Up the Jam and Gonna Make You Sweat (as opposed to my usual dancing in the basement solo). We could move the table out of the room, blast some 90's dance hits, and sweat uncontrollably into the new year.
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The next great idea came just within hours of that first idea. I decided that we ought to move to Switzerland in 2015. (Originally it was either going to be Switzerland or Svalbard, but after much consideration, I chose Switzerland.) You know what they say, right? If you want the American dream, move to Switzerland. (No, actually, I am not kidding. People say that.) Can you just imagine all of that grass-fed Emmentaler? And they hide cannons in their barns and every house has it's own arsenal, but they are neutral and won't pick fights. (See if you can say that about America.) They have bombs attached to their bridges in case an enemy tries to attack! They're geniuses. Hello, Swiss Army knife anyone? Yeah. Exactly.
And I could learn a few more languages, which is a bonus. I speak Spanish and I have limited knowledge of a few other languages, but this would exponently help learning a variety of other languages. They actively oppose GMOs, are uber clean, and have one of the highest standards of living in the world. Sign me up. So I went on some Swiss job search page and loosely guessed at the French and Italian and told my husband I'd find him something great. For some reason, he kaboshed yet ANOTHER great idea.
Whatever!
This morning I came up with my third great idea. It came to me as I was driving home from the gym. I have been learning Mandarin Chinese on CD (Pimsleur) in the car (it was my Christmas present!), but haven't uploaded it to my ipod yet to listen to it while I run. I do, however, have Hebrew on my ipod. When I got into the car, I plugged the ipod in to listen to the Hebrew lessons for nostalgic sake (I haven't reviewed it in such a long time). I heard the Pimsleur guy asking to say nearly the same things he asks you to say in Mandarin, and then it came to me.
I could just pause and answer in both languages and do them both at the same time.
What a time saver! Two languages at once! I would call it Duo Linguo. Pimsleur (or I) should invent a program that you can drop in two languages at once and say them.
It would go like this:
Pimsleur guy: Try to say, "I am American."
Me: At americait. Wo shi mei gua ren. THIS IS SO AMAZING! (p.s. I have no idea how to spell in Hebrew or Mandarin. Sorry. It's all verbal.)
Then they would have the native speakers say it so you could check your work, as usual. I came in the house, and nearly glowed with excitement.
Me: Honey, honey, honey! Guess what? Ohmuhgawsh, I have a GREAT idea! What if we made a thing that you could learn two languages at the same time! Wouldn't that be great! You'd save so much time and learn twice as much!
Hubby: Um...wouldn't that be confusing?
Me: No! Hebrew and Mandarin sound nothing alike!
Hubby: That's not really what I meant...
Ah, well. I'll keep trying.
Peace, love, and yodel in the Alps,
Ms. Daisy
Monday, January 19, 2015
New! Try Dog Bag!
Get ready for freedom and joy with the new Dog Bag! Simply trim to size for the legs and tail, and tie it up around the neck, and you're all set!
No more shedding on your clean floor! It collects inside the bag so you can just dump it out in the wind outside. Environmentally friendly - the birds can now have cozy nests with the amount of hair you're flinging to the wild!
No more backbreaking work of sweeping, scrubbing, and vacuuming like you're Cinderella on crack. With Dog Bag you can sit down and enjoy your evenings!
Imagine: no more finding stray dog hairs on towels, couches, carpets, coats, clothing, or embedded into the hideous stair carpets! Your life will instantly break out in the hit song from Annie, "Easy Street", as you waltz around your home, mocking at your now rarely used broom!
Dog Bag comes in packs of 60 for only $14.99! Go to your favorite retailer and demand that they carry the original, the best, the only: Dog Bag!
(Note to panicked people who love dogs more than their own eyesight: No animals were hurt in the making of this advertisement. Dog wore Dog Bag for about three minutes to take a picture and was positively reinforced for her "prettiness" throughout the experience - although I would have liked to try it out for a good 24 hours. If you'd like to "rescue" my dog from me and what you perceive as inhumane treatment, please email me and I will send you off with all the supplies you need, minus the $150 a month for special food and drugs for her EPI disease. Local pick up only, and a short interview required. Thank you for your concern. The world is a better place now.)
Friday, January 16, 2015
Letter to the rich guy
Dear rich guy,
I was over on realtor.com looking through some houses in desirable locations when I came across yours. At $2.4M you were slightly out of my price range, but I had to have a look to see what that looked like on your 6 acres, so through the pictures I went. I have to admit, my heart did a flip-flop when I saw your indoor pool and sauna. It was a real pool, too, 25 yards and all, with several lanes. I looked at your marble fireplace, and your seven bathrooms, with a separate tub and shower and heated floor tiles in the master bath.
I started to imagine what it would be like to live in your house, all 11,000 square feet of it. Your all mahogany library was quite a doozy. I guess my Target bookshelves wouldn't have to make the move and I could really keep all of the books I read, instead of sending them out on paperbackswap.com or giving them away to Friends of the Library. Your kitchen could house five of my kitchens and then some. And then I looked at your bedroom. It seemed the size of a gym, enhanced by those totally stupid cameras that make houses look all weird (realtors: for crying out loud, those are the DUMBEST things ever). I thought, "How empty!"
And that's what it is, I think.
Empty.
Yes, I admit. I live in a mid-century house, not even 1/11th the size of yours. I have the smallest house out of anyone I know. I live in a city that I would trade in for pretty much any other on the planet (minus two I can think of off the top of my head). l have to sit on the end of my bed and move my knees to open my dresser drawer to get to my pants. It would be nice to not have to do that, obviously. It would be a bonus if my backyard were as big as your living room so I could have chickens without my German Shepherd dog killing them. It would be nice to have more than 22" of closet space. It would be really nice if I could choose to use a different bathroom instead of the one the whole family uses since I think they secretly have a love of peeing all over everywhere except inside of the toilet.
But you know what? I wake up everyday to a family who loves me and I love them. We have meals together and I cook all of those meals from scratch every single day, because that is what I love to do. I garden in the spring and summer and we eat what I grow. We do the dishes together, go for bike rides together, watch Jeopardy together, and do life together. I get to raise my children. My husband is a talented go-getter, with quirky things that make me love him more every day (plus, he's hot). I don't want to trade my kids in for other ones (most of the time, unless they're peeing on the floor). I don't have stupid amounts of bills. I live simply and keep my house clean. I don't even have cable TV or a smart phone. I have a ten year old vehicle that I am happy with - because I don't find my identity in my car. I have best friends who I could literally tell anything to (and have before) and they would still love me no matter what. I have peace with my Maker (not because of what I've done, but because of what He's done).
Maybe you have all of that, too. I really hope you do. But I thought about what I would think if I lived in a house like yours. I would start thinking that I would have to put on a really good show for people, I'd have to buy a Modigliani painting and put it in my living room, and those things are freakin expensive. I'd have to have just the right kind of drawer pulls, because if I didn't, I'd have all this house that was supposed to be top-notch and here I was with horrible drawer pulls and that would be a tragedy. I'd have to have 2,189 channels on my TV because if I didn't, people would wonder what the heck is up with me. And if I didn't have heated tile floors in my bathroom, well, I'd just be a peasant.
But, dude. I now live without any of those things and I am happy and content and even joyful. For me, I can have my entire day made by simply seeing sunshine through my kitchen window while I sip my organic black tea. I can see that in every person there is something interesting, and as I walk past them or when I talk to them, I wonder what makes them tick. They aren't a commodity, they aren't expendable, they aren't there to help me get from A to B, they're something amazing. I'm not better than them and they're not better than me. If I lived in your house, would I think to start comparing my awesomeness to their outward pathetic-ness? I don't know. I might be tempted.
So, you know what? Even though your house really is beautiful, I think I'm just fine where I am, even if I had an extra $2.4 million laying around. Thanks for the tour, though. I hope you sell it and find what you're looking for.
Peace and love,
Ms. Daisy
I was over on realtor.com looking through some houses in desirable locations when I came across yours. At $2.4M you were slightly out of my price range, but I had to have a look to see what that looked like on your 6 acres, so through the pictures I went. I have to admit, my heart did a flip-flop when I saw your indoor pool and sauna. It was a real pool, too, 25 yards and all, with several lanes. I looked at your marble fireplace, and your seven bathrooms, with a separate tub and shower and heated floor tiles in the master bath.
I started to imagine what it would be like to live in your house, all 11,000 square feet of it. Your all mahogany library was quite a doozy. I guess my Target bookshelves wouldn't have to make the move and I could really keep all of the books I read, instead of sending them out on paperbackswap.com or giving them away to Friends of the Library. Your kitchen could house five of my kitchens and then some. And then I looked at your bedroom. It seemed the size of a gym, enhanced by those totally stupid cameras that make houses look all weird (realtors: for crying out loud, those are the DUMBEST things ever). I thought, "How empty!"
And that's what it is, I think.
Empty.
Yes, I admit. I live in a mid-century house, not even 1/11th the size of yours. I have the smallest house out of anyone I know. I live in a city that I would trade in for pretty much any other on the planet (minus two I can think of off the top of my head). l have to sit on the end of my bed and move my knees to open my dresser drawer to get to my pants. It would be nice to not have to do that, obviously. It would be a bonus if my backyard were as big as your living room so I could have chickens without my German Shepherd dog killing them. It would be nice to have more than 22" of closet space. It would be really nice if I could choose to use a different bathroom instead of the one the whole family uses since I think they secretly have a love of peeing all over everywhere except inside of the toilet.
But you know what? I wake up everyday to a family who loves me and I love them. We have meals together and I cook all of those meals from scratch every single day, because that is what I love to do. I garden in the spring and summer and we eat what I grow. We do the dishes together, go for bike rides together, watch Jeopardy together, and do life together. I get to raise my children. My husband is a talented go-getter, with quirky things that make me love him more every day (plus, he's hot). I don't want to trade my kids in for other ones (most of the time, unless they're peeing on the floor). I don't have stupid amounts of bills. I live simply and keep my house clean. I don't even have cable TV or a smart phone. I have a ten year old vehicle that I am happy with - because I don't find my identity in my car. I have best friends who I could literally tell anything to (and have before) and they would still love me no matter what. I have peace with my Maker (not because of what I've done, but because of what He's done).
Maybe you have all of that, too. I really hope you do. But I thought about what I would think if I lived in a house like yours. I would start thinking that I would have to put on a really good show for people, I'd have to buy a Modigliani painting and put it in my living room, and those things are freakin expensive. I'd have to have just the right kind of drawer pulls, because if I didn't, I'd have all this house that was supposed to be top-notch and here I was with horrible drawer pulls and that would be a tragedy. I'd have to have 2,189 channels on my TV because if I didn't, people would wonder what the heck is up with me. And if I didn't have heated tile floors in my bathroom, well, I'd just be a peasant.
But, dude. I now live without any of those things and I am happy and content and even joyful. For me, I can have my entire day made by simply seeing sunshine through my kitchen window while I sip my organic black tea. I can see that in every person there is something interesting, and as I walk past them or when I talk to them, I wonder what makes them tick. They aren't a commodity, they aren't expendable, they aren't there to help me get from A to B, they're something amazing. I'm not better than them and they're not better than me. If I lived in your house, would I think to start comparing my awesomeness to their outward pathetic-ness? I don't know. I might be tempted.
So, you know what? Even though your house really is beautiful, I think I'm just fine where I am, even if I had an extra $2.4 million laying around. Thanks for the tour, though. I hope you sell it and find what you're looking for.
Peace and love,
Ms. Daisy
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Zit Removal Guide, the Daisy way
My face thinks it is 15.
I predictably break out once a month (thank you, hormones). This is payback for my teenage years when I think I got 3 zits total from the time I was 12 until I was 21. Now, you can set the clock to my zits. Awesome. But even though I'm in my 30's, it still stinks to get blemishes. I mean, it's not life crushing like when you're 16, but it is still stupidly annoying.
I tried Crunchy Betty's face scrub with milk and nutmeg, and it does make you have a baby butt face (that is - your face is so soft it feels like a baby's butt, not that you are a small butt face), but honestly, I think for the zits, it really might only help a teense.
I was wondering what was out there that would be helpful to crush the life out of the red little hormone dots in my life, and I may have stumbled upon something. Now, obvs, different things work for different people because of our different chemistry, but this works for me. What's the secret mix?
Well, if you followed Crunchy Betty a couple years ago, you may remember the month or so when everyone was washing their face with honey. Were you on that bus? I tried it. It was pretty cool. Honey is anti-microbial, and filled with wonderful enzymes and lots of other goodies that make it a wonder.
One day a few months ago, I had a few zits and the thought dawned upon me to combine the wonderful properties of honey with the scrubby exfoliating powers of nutmeg (yeah, seriously, but don't use nutmeg on your face more than twice a week - the overdose of nutmeg on the face looks like your face got into a fight with sandpaper and a cat).
I poured a small blob of honey into my hand, sprinkled nutmeg into the mix, squished it around and slimed it on my face (in an upwardly circular motion, of course - I really should be less technical, but I just can't...). I stared at my weird looking face in the mirror for a few minutes, thinking this was likely a necessary step in my experiment. I pretended I was at a spa as I layed a hot washcloth over my face (even though I was standing in my vintage 1950's bathroom - but hey, when you have a washcloth over your face, you can pretty much pretend you are anywhere) and then followed with wiping the magical mess off.
I don't have any hard empirical evidence, but from my point of view, I honestly think it was helpful in zit reduction. It makes sense that it could be, anyway, right? You have the anti-microbial properties of the honey gutting out your zit dirt (I think that's the scientific name for it), and the nutmeg is smoothing to the areas on your face that are having skin distortion/flaking/etc. Anyway, it worked for me, and if you want to try it, I hope it works for you.
Happy zit reduction!
Peace, love, and grow up, face,
Ms. Daisy
I predictably break out once a month (thank you, hormones). This is payback for my teenage years when I think I got 3 zits total from the time I was 12 until I was 21. Now, you can set the clock to my zits. Awesome. But even though I'm in my 30's, it still stinks to get blemishes. I mean, it's not life crushing like when you're 16, but it is still stupidly annoying.
I tried Crunchy Betty's face scrub with milk and nutmeg, and it does make you have a baby butt face (that is - your face is so soft it feels like a baby's butt, not that you are a small butt face), but honestly, I think for the zits, it really might only help a teense.
I was wondering what was out there that would be helpful to crush the life out of the red little hormone dots in my life, and I may have stumbled upon something. Now, obvs, different things work for different people because of our different chemistry, but this works for me. What's the secret mix?
Well, if you followed Crunchy Betty a couple years ago, you may remember the month or so when everyone was washing their face with honey. Were you on that bus? I tried it. It was pretty cool. Honey is anti-microbial, and filled with wonderful enzymes and lots of other goodies that make it a wonder.
One day a few months ago, I had a few zits and the thought dawned upon me to combine the wonderful properties of honey with the scrubby exfoliating powers of nutmeg (yeah, seriously, but don't use nutmeg on your face more than twice a week - the overdose of nutmeg on the face looks like your face got into a fight with sandpaper and a cat).
I don't have any hard empirical evidence, but from my point of view, I honestly think it was helpful in zit reduction. It makes sense that it could be, anyway, right? You have the anti-microbial properties of the honey gutting out your zit dirt (I think that's the scientific name for it), and the nutmeg is smoothing to the areas on your face that are having skin distortion/flaking/etc. Anyway, it worked for me, and if you want to try it, I hope it works for you.
Happy zit reduction!
Peace, love, and grow up, face,
Ms. Daisy
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
This Makes Me Laugh
On the day that I guessed the Christmas present that my husband bought for me, I responded immediately with a giant freak out because it was too large and expensive. I then felt an absurd amount of jerkfulness, especially as his thoughtfulness was directly inversely proportional to my unwarranted spazfulness.
The only way to console myself was to Google "I am a jerk", which led me to a quiz, which I dutifully took and failed (or passed - whatever you call it when you are a jerk). This plunged me into more sentiments of disturbing-ness.
I had to climb out and distract myself from myself. But how? (I mean, besides the part where you go and say you are a jerk and will you forgive my horridness.)
Oh! Yeah! Reading funny t-shirts on Zazzle. I submit, therefore, the evidences of my pathetic evening pre-Christmas.
You're welcome?
Peace, love, and don't be a jerk in the first place,
Ms. Daisy
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The only way to console myself was to Google "I am a jerk", which led me to a quiz, which I dutifully took and failed (or passed - whatever you call it when you are a jerk). This plunged me into more sentiments of disturbing-ness.
I had to climb out and distract myself from myself. But how? (I mean, besides the part where you go and say you are a jerk and will you forgive my horridness.)
Oh! Yeah! Reading funny t-shirts on Zazzle. I submit, therefore, the evidences of my pathetic evening pre-Christmas.
You're welcome?
Peace, love, and don't be a jerk in the first place,
Ms. Daisy
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