22 05 2009

The best day to shop for kids’ summer clothes is the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend. All the sales are on, but the malls are practically deserted! I realize this doesn’t help you much since today is Friday, but keep it in mind for next year, eh?


Also: Old Navy has plain flip flops on sale for $1. Saturday only.

But I already got flip flops (on Thursday) and happily paid $3.50 to avoid hoardes of crazy mall people.


Another thing I recently discovered is my new facial moisturizer (for some reason I can stomach the word “moisturizer” much more readily than the word “moist”) smells like a milder version of Deep Woods Off! which we slathered on during camping trips in my youth. It’s weird, because you’d think that a moisturizer smelling of insect repellent would be, well, repellent, but actually I find myself thinking of my grandma when I put it on. She would always sing, “I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills. I love the flowers, I love the daffodils . . .” Which are actually the wrong words, since daffodils are technically also a flower. What makes them so special that they get mentioned by name? I mean, I enjoy daffodils as much as the next person, but when you put them in a cut bouquet they ooze a substance that is poisonous to other flowers . . . so why the extra love? When I was in college, one of my roommates told me the correct words are “I love the rocks and rills”, to which I say “What in the crazy is a rill?” Because I don’t think I love them. I sing it both ways now, depending if I’m singing on auto-pilot or really thinking about the words. Good thinking, though, Grandma. Daffodils are much more pleasant than rocks and rills.

Can you believe I think about that every morning when I’m lotioning my face?

Me neither. But it’s the truth.



10 responses

22 05 2009

You make me laugh. I’ve sang daffodils my whole life too. Not a big fan of rills, I guess.

22 05 2009

You intrigued me with your talk of rills and I had to look up what it was. I love that song, by the way, and I was just singing it two days ago, and I guess I should sing it right. I was in camp daffodile.

There were two definitions:
a small brook
any of several long narrow valleys on the moon’s surface

Hence, “I love the flowers, I love the rocks and any of the several long narrow valleys on the moon’s surface.”

I like it.

22 05 2009

I’ll definitely keep it in mind for next year when I have 4 bambinos to clothe. 🙂 Maybe I’ll go crazy and hit the mall tomorrow morning… Naw. No great deal is worth that!

Anyway, I love that song too, and will now probably find myself humming it while I wash my face.

22 05 2009

Thanks for the shopping tip. And I almost went to Old Navy yesterday, dang.
I’ve always thought it was daffodils too.
Oh, and Chris hates the word moist/moisture too. (especially when people are thankful for it in prayer)

22 05 2009

I learned daffodils too…I think your FRIEND is the one who learned the weird version! 🙂

23 05 2009
Jefe Anonymous

Wanda, this is from the YMCA Camp Loowit website:

I love the mountains
I love the rolling hills,
I love the fountains,
I love the daffodils,
I love the fireside,
When all the lights are low.
Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da,
Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da,
Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da,
Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da.

So, fountains and daffodils or flowers and rocks and rills. Take your pick. Mystery solved.

I am awesome.

24 05 2009

ha ha. you are funny

24 05 2009

Too funny. I don’t know how I sing it. I will have to notice next time it pops into my head.

26 05 2009

No way! I hate the word “moist,” too! I’m glad I’m not the only crazy.
Thanks for sharing your morning routine. Funny what a scent can do to our brains.

27 05 2009

now my daffodil world is shaken up a bit. Apparently your grandma is not the only one singing about those poisonous flowers. I guess I didn’t pay too much attention to the fact that daffodil was getting all of this attention – I was too busy keeping the boom-de-ada’s going.

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