Meet Follower 64: Mom Daly

I'm back from vacation and ready to blog! The most overdue of blogs is Meet Follower 64: Mom Daly who beat her children in a landslide for favorite Daly position.


Mom's interview was completed via email. I guess it's a little bit of a cheat blog because Mom Daly did most (ok, ok, ALL) of the funny, witty banter. But - I just had to share the interview with you before it got lost in my inbox!


Please enjoy!!!

from	Megan Miller
to		Mom Daly
date		Mon, Jun 13, 2011 at 12:44 PM
subject		Meet My Followers: Interview

Mom Daly!

I don't know if you are aware or not, but in my blog I decided to pit
you, Conor and Nan against each other to basically determine a fan
favorite. You won by a landslide and my followers can't wait to Meet
you via blog! I'm thinking I can ask you a few questions and then send
you some follow ups...?? Is this ok!!?? Please feel free to ignore my
questions and tell the readers anything you think is important.

You've always helped me decide when not to go on dates, so any real
life, practical advice you want to share (as the only Mom follower) I
think could really enhance the quality of life for all followers.

So, without further ado, shall we begin?

1) Was there a startegy invovled with your landside win in the Meet My
Followers poll?
2) What is a day in the life of Mom Daly?
3) Can you share any embarrassing photos of the Daly children? If not
photos, can you share something that will embarass your children
(specifically Nan and Conor)?
4) What is your favorite memory of Gizmo, the prized shih tzu Daly family dog?
5) Is Austin the favorite child? I mean, why else would your email
address be his stats: name, date of birth??
6) Can you tell me a little bit about the love of Diet Coke in your family?
7) Please vividly describe your surroundings as you answer these
questions (Are you wearing slippers? Is it raining? Are you listening
to a mix CD of American Idol hits?)

Thanks for playing along!!!!!! :)


Megan

from

Mom Daly

to Megan Miller date Wed, Jun 15, 2011 at 9:13 PM subject Re: Meet My Followers: Interview

hide details Jun 15

Megan
I am so honored!!! I feel a little pressure to give witty substantial answers! But here we go!


The strategy of my win was to act as if I didn't care and yet keep commenting on how funny and witty I thought the blog was!
A day in the life begins with having my clock set  exactly 9 ( my lucky number) minutes  fast so that when the alarm sounds for the first time I have to exercise my brain to calculate the real time. I have the alarm go off 2 more times before I actually get out of bed I have a very exercised brain at least for subtraction.  I walk to work while listening to my Pandora Adele station... very uplifting!  Work is mainly sitting at my desk in front of a computer for 8 hours but this summer my hobby is calling home and bugging Gerard about whether he is up and what he is going to accomplish that day! I do take a break from that on weekends.  When I get home I  begin looking on the computer at the bridal registry for the next wedding shower. I go to a lot of weddings !  Been on South Beach for a couple of months so dinner is usually chicken and .......that's it just chicken! I do stay up late watching reality TV and news shows. Must  be able to converse with the young and old the next day at work.  I have lots of funny pictures of Nan and Conor  but I would need them to show me how to send them. So I'll tell you a funny story for each of them.  When Nan was in Kindergarten she was very stubborn about what she would  wear. One day she put on her Halloween costume which was 1920's Flapper dress with multicolored knee socks and stood in front of the mirror saying "Matt will have stars in his eye when he sees me in this"! She hasn't changed much!  Conor  was known by everyone including his grandmother as KING CRANK for the first 4 years of his life! He cried and whined all day everyday! He was even mad when we woke him up when he was 3 on Christmas morning to tell him Santa had come! He came down still mad about an hour later! he has changed! My favorite Gizmo memory is when I took him to a different groomer at the seashore and brought the wrong dog back! yes this is a true story ! When I picked Gizmo up he was fluffy white and very calm! My explanation was a really good groomer who most probably sedated him! But when I walked in the door the kids knew right away!   I really liked Fluffy did we really need to give her back?????  When we got our first computer Austin was the only one who was old enough to use it so we used his stats and just kept it that way! Remember I need brain exercising to get out of bed so any change is a big deal!  Ah the diet coke addictions! I think I put it in their baby bottles and sang them a diet coke lullaby every night!  I am composing my answers alone on my sofa watching So You Think You Can Dance! In my work clothes!  it is 9:52  and Nan and Conor are on their way to Thailand, Gerard is out at a house party, and Liz is at a dinner with her new fellow residents!  thanks for allowing me to contribute to your blog Love to all
Sent from my iPad

from Megan Miller mlm0625@gmail.com to Mom Daly date Sat, Jun 18, 2011 at 8:41 PM subject Re: Meet My Followers: Interview

hide details Jun 18

MD! This is so perfect! As I was reading - I realized I forgot a key question...


Can you tell followers a bit about Myrtle and your favorite memory of
her? I think most of them have worn some of her flea market finds at
various college rendezvous.


And, in closing, can you you do a little PR for me and encourage those
people who read and don't follow to follow??!!


Have a very great night!!!!!

from Marie Daly adaly919@gmail.com to Mom Daly date Tue, Jun 28, 2011 at 9:55 PM subject Re: Meet My Followers: Interview

hide details Jun 28 (7 days ago)

Megan
Sorry it took so long I am in the process of packing to move!
Well I think my best memory is the day I met Myrtle I was looking for a "Mary Poppins " to watch my children but hired Myrtle who was more like Laverne of Laverne and Shirley! She even had a big "M" pin on which I'm sure she got at a flea market! Myrtle would also bring a huge trash bag full of day old bagels that she would get from the bagel shop. I think she would tell them she was taking them for charity and drop them off at my house each day. However there were about 100 in each bag and mostly stale blueberry or chocolate chip. Did she really think we would or could eat 100 bagels everyday???


Megan who is not following your  blog ???  Your blog is witty, cool and they better follow or I'll tell their mothers!!
Hope to see you soon! have a great summer!


Sent from my iPad

Texas License

Some of you may or may not know that I have an excellent license picture. I'm not just saying this because I'm beautiful, I'm saying this because friends and strangers have complimented me on it: e.g. "Wow, that is a GREAT picture".

Pause: Some of you may be wondering, how did she know to use e.g instead of i.e.? I will answer this for you because before I did not know the answer and then I spent a lot of time googling until I found the perfect example of how to remember when to use which one.  IE is "that is" and EG is "for example" and in the great site I found there was a picture of an egg and it said "e.g.zample" or something like that. So, just know, when I say "e.g." I'm thinking of a fancy egg showing you examples of whatever I am talking about!

Play.

I sometimes find these compliments offensive because it always makes me think that they are thinking "WOW I can't believe she was able to take a nice picture!" Or "Wow! This is a great picture and she looks NOTHING like this in real life."

Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is my license is expiring on my birthday (Remeber the only thing I want for my birthday (besides sitting at Seacrets all weekend long) (oh, and a chocolate chocolate cake, from Blue Bonnet, with 25 roses, one for each year)  is 100 followers.) And since I'll be traveling for my birthday, well, I don't want to get caught in the airport with an expired license. So, I thought, I guess it's time to become Texas official.

I think I told you about Jackson becoming officially registered in Texas - it was a pain in the ass, but a rather quick experience once I had all of the right paperwork.  For my Texas license I've been researching and preparing and getting everything in order: Social Security Card? Check. Birth Certificate? Check. Current License? Check. Car Registration? Check. Cash or money order ONLY? Check. I am so great!

I am also SO great when I wake up before 6 (BARF) this morning to primp for my glamour shot. I mean, I've set a high bar and cannot go backwards. So I shower and dry my hair and put a so great curl to the ends with some luscious volume. Wow, it looked great and I said that out loud to myself when I was looking at myself in the mirror. I spend too much time doing natural makeup (Ladies, what the hell is that all about) and I am only 10 minutes behind schedule when I leave at 6:55. This is so great! My morning is running SO GREAT! Are you getting this??? I will arrive at the DMV (but called Department of Public Safety or something stupid in Texas) 20 minutes before it opens, I've blocked off 90 minutes at work to wait, I'll become Texas official and my life will be amazing and my to do list will be shorter.

I had everything planned. I arrived at the Texas DMV which is, of course, in a shopping center and not visible from the road. The more I drive around the shopping center, the shadier the building comes. Not shady like "oh wow, this will protect my so fair skin from harsh UV rays!" but shady like "where the hell am I right now?". And then I see it.... at 7:10... AT LEAST 50 people lined up outside and wrapping around the building. I literally had to pick my mouth up off the floor. That is UNBELIEVABLE! (Not inbelievable - because I could NOT believe it!).

I drive back to work totally flustered that this great hair and natural makeup is going to waste for WORK. I mean, please. If work was a spicy hot date, I would be ok with going in with great hair. But work (at least, my work) is not a spicy hot date and the hair was wasted.

I then learn that if I have plans to get a Texas license I should plan for at least four hours of waiting before a paper printout temporary license is issued to me before my real, actual license.

FOUR. HOURS.

Texas: Really? Four hours? FOUR? That means I'm going to have to take a day off work. (Did I not mention there are no Saturday hours?) Or I could risk an issue with airport security post my birthday and the day my license expires (and the day I get 100 followers!!!).

In AMAZING news!! Hachey is following my blog and is given follower number 77! Double lucky 7s! Woohoo! I miss you more now than ever!! I love looking at your sideways glance in your gchat picture! Oh my gosh!! I am so happy you just started following, but I had to Facebook YOU to see what was going on!! This is terrible. People, just because I tell you all about me doesn't me I automatically know all about you! You have to give me details - I love gossip and the chat chat chatting!

The 100th Post

This is my 100th post, which, unfortunately, is coming before 100 followers. My dream still remains that I will have 100 followers by my 25th birthday on the 25th of June. Sadly, I know I do not deserve 100 followers if I go one whole week without updating. Like I just did. For this, I apologize.

When I don't update for over a week, I become overwhelmed at all the things I want to tell you about myself. I'm going to organize my thoughts with numbers:

1) Dallas had a serious tornado warning the night of Dancing with the Stars Finale. This was pretty much the worst timing ever, mainly because I had waited all season for the finale and also because this tornado warning was a legit tornado warning in which I saw the start of a funnel cloud think about coming down and then going back up. Since Texas doesn't have basements (how stupid is that) instructions are to hide in the bathroom, but I don't get cable in the bathroom and I reallllllly wanted to watch the DWTS finale. I decided to sit at the kitchen table (closer to the bathroom) where I could still watch TV. I lost power and then the news took over TV (I hate weather reports) and I spent the night chatting with Jarrod who put his phone to the TV so I could hear them announce MY BOYFRIEND HINES WARD WIN DWTS!!! AMAZING!!! Since the tornado warning I have had one nightmare re: tornadoes in which I had to pick between my siblings and the family dog, Moses.  Thankfully I woke up before the actual picking began so I do not need to disclose who my choice would have been.

2) Allie and Kelly came to visit all the way from Pennsylvania. Yankee meat in the Southwest. I feel that they were thoroughly underwhelmed with Dallas which proved to be just another city to them and not a cowtown. I feel that they were totally overwhelmed with Fort Worth which proved to be everything they expected: bulls in the street and cheesy cowboy hats. Although Allie and Kelly both said they had a great time, I'm unsure if they will come back...

See, Allie and Kelly wanted to dance and left the bar we were at without my supervision and took a cab to a bar called Kinky's that I have never heard of (and will never go to). They then took a cab to "Windsor", not realizing there are many Windsors in Dallas. They ended up at a Windsor Senior Living and were then kicked out of the cab by, what seems like the cab driver from hell. There was quite a debacle to get them another cab and to the right Windsor as they were at least 20 minutes away and on the side of a fairly major highway. To truly grasp where these ladies were, I made this so great map to the right.

Allie and Kelly arrived and we went to my apartment only to discover that our troubles did not end there... Roommate Erin had beaten us home and mistakenly deadbolted the door. All of these items separate would have been very amusing, but, all at once, Allie and Kelly were not amused. (Did I mention that Roommate Erin sleeps with ear plugs?)

Anyway, lots of banging, 20 missed calls to Erin, one visit from Security and one call to maintenance and we were no more in the apartment than when we had started.  I say to Allie and Kelly let's go to a hotel (there is one just across the way) but they refuse to leave the floor. This is when I spy a boy coming off the elevator to attend the party across the hall. I ask him kindly to please kick in my door. He thinks this is a joke but I promise it is not a joke. He thinks about the proposition and then one swift kick to the door and we're in. A MIRACLE!

Other than the miracle on Ivan Street, the trip was as expected and Allie and Kelly got to sweat their balls off in the May heat wave that is Dallas and go to some standard watering holes. I think they were VERY thankful that they weren't here in July!!

3) Mom Daly totally beat her kids for the next Meet My Followers June edition. I'll be drafting all of my questions and hope to interview MD in the next week or two. If there is anything you want to know from MD (besides which child is her favorite) let me know and we'll definitely get the scoop.

4) I know there has been a lot of worry over my ankle by my followers and I thank you for the thousands of sympathy cards I have received at my home address. Your support is overwhelming. My ankle, I think, is still swollen, in my obsessive opinion. I never thought I had great ankles, but now I definitely have one ugly ankle. It hurts to really extend my foot becuse I think it pulls on a muscle. I can hear my parents now: Then STOP extending your foot!!!!! But, in my head I think this tension is going to work out all the leftover mess. Doctor Natalie, I know you aren't reading, but is that accurate? One small victory is that I can now sit indian (like the native american not the kind from Asia) style again. If you told me pre-injury just how much I sat this way, I would not believe you. But I quickly became aware how much I sat that way because it hurt when I sat that way!! Now I am aware. Get it!!???

5) I think for my big vacation at the end of the month I'm going to attempt mobile blogging with photos. This will be all the text messages and facebook uploading that you can handle all directed directly to ABCw! This will prep me for what Jarrod thinks will be my next big adventure (and what Smerritt has been waiting for his entire life): my entrance to Twitter.

Five is enough, yes?

In other great news, I have TWO new followers on my slow and steady climb to 100. Follower 75 is Nick Pinto. I think this is wonderful and, Pinto, I think we should gchat or something because I had to Facebook you to see what on earth you are doing these days. It appears, these days, you are running in the rain in a suit. Upon deciding to view photos of you on the book, you should know you are quite handsome in sepia tone. This is all I know.  76 is new friend Jay who I met at Jazz Under the Stars which is less romantic than it sounds and includes good friends, wine, temperatures in the 90s, bugs, and, obviously, jazz. Me and Jay are going to be great friends and to begin this friendship we are getting drinks this week - more on Jay later when I know it.

Meet Follower 27: GHyde

Welcome to the longest addition of Meet My Followers. GHyde whose last name will be removed for legal reasons, was recently mugged. I couldn't wait to break the story to all followers, but I'm sure by now you've already seen a slinged GHyde and know his version of the story.(Which, God bless you because he is a chattier than even YOURS TRULY!).

GHyde really tried to milk his 15 minutes of fame on ABCw by extending the MMF interview to 400+ lines of chat with a break in the middle for Pinkberry with current roommate Gio (HEY GIO!) (And, actually, Gio made Greg hold the umbrella and pump his own ice cream while at Pinkberry - see photo!) and then finishing the gchat with gvideo. Because of this, GHyde's MMF is the most edited of MMF's. I do think I have retained the key aspect of the story.

Without further ado: Followes, Meet GHyde.

me: so GHYDE
you were MUGGED
GHyde: this is true
a week and one day ago today
me: eight days
GHyde: some would say
me: and you were in a coffee shop??
GHyde: No
me: oh rumor mill!
GHyde: I was in front of the bean in millenium park in chicago
bean
coffee
shop... easily confusable
me: ahh
got it
and where you taking a picture
of yourself?
in the bean?
GHyde: I had already done that and i was drinking an intelligista(only served in chicago and LA) iced coffeeand eating a mcmuff at a table in front of the bean
me: alone?
GHyde: yes
me: where was your phone
GHyde: on the table next to me. I had just downloaded edge of glory(BIG LETDOWN) and was mid listen
i havent listened to the song since
me: ok
so you are mid listen
are you just eating
are you reading
are you people watching
CAN YOU PLEASE BE MORE SPECIFIC FOR THE READERS?
GHyde: okay... i was sitting there, legitimately soaking up my life. I was in a good spot. A week away fromstarting my new job in NYC. It was a beautitful day. you shou;dve seen the tulips.
me: yellow?
red?
hybrid?
GHyde: some would say i was cupcaking. both colors
i had an hour and a half to kill before i caught a flight to myrtle beach to grab dinner with my dad
so i was just killin time in the park
me: ok
so please describe the incident
GHyde: ok
so man comes up and asks me to take out my headphones because he had a question for me
me: lolllllll
GHyde: and i take them out of me ears
me: how did you hear him
if your headphones were in
GHyde: the hand to ear/i need to talk to you motion
the international sign for "i dont care what you're listening to/what i have to say is more important"
me: yes
which it is rarely never the latter
GHyde: so i feel a tub on my headphone cord
i look back and this other man man is holding me iphone
he takes off
me: how did he get your iphone
were they waering hats
GHyde: it was on the table, next to my breakfast
one had a hat
ok
so he picked it up off the table.
me: and what did you say
GHyde: an took off
me: you just looked at him?
GHyde: i didnt have time to say anything before he took off
me: the universal sign for "sure go head"
this is a very anticlimactic robbery
no guns?
someone told me your shoulder was injured
GHyde: its broken
it gets better megan
so the man who asked me to take out my headphones punches me in the face
me: what!
GHyde: more like the cheek actually
me: does he say anything
GHyde: but its a weak punch
so they all take off running
at this point
me: "they all" = 2
GHyde: 2 other accomplices have joined
me: oh
wow
GHyde: so now a total of 4
me: wait
after he punched you
did he say anything
GHyde: yes
me: like
TAKE THAT BITCH
GHyde: no no
me: or something
GHyde: HAHHA NO MEGAN
me: well GHyde
i'm trying to be there in my mind
GHyde: so then i grab my carryon and start to chase them
BIG mistake
me: did you leave your breakfast behind?
GHyde: yes
and im still mad about it
me: are you yelling anything at them
while you are chasing them
like
GET BACK HERE NOW
OR ELSE
I WILL CALL THE POLICE
AND YOUR MOTHER!!!
GHyde: not at yelling yet
they are shell gaming my phone in front of me(all 4 of them)
me: lollllllllll
this is like the playground
GHyde: harmless mario party reference
but
me: i wish you had a gun
just pull it out
GHyde: ME TOO
me: and show it to them
lolllllllllll
ok
BUT???
GHyde: ok
so they hit michigan ave and split up
me: where is the phone?
it's like picking the right cup
from the magician
what did you do!
how many minutes have passed already?
GHyde: like seconds
seemed like minutes
me: oh i pictured them monkey-in-the-middling you for at least 6 minutes
i'm glad you are setting up a timeline for me
GHyde: HAHAHA
so they all split up
and i had to follow one of the thugs
me: so who do you pick
GHyde: scratch that
ran my ass off
me: yea follow makes it seem like you are sluething
which yo uare not
GHyde: the slower/chubbier one clearly
me: lolllllll
thank god you've been running in bucks county
GHyde: so im chasing him through chicagos inner loop
and im gaining on him
and i see his bookbag he has on coming unzipped
me: lolllll
GHyde: a piece of paper falls out of his backpack
i see this and grab it
its homework
name written clearly across the top
me: lollllllllll
WAIT
how OLD are these thugs???
GHyde: ill say 20ish
me: so college homework
GHyde: but somewhere during this chase
me: not 10th grade times tables
GHyde: i mean... you can be 20 and in highschool... i wouldnt be surprised if he was
me: do you do times tables in 10th grade?
i guess if you are 20 you do
ok
so anyway
grab the paper
continue runnng
GHyde: somewhere in there i fell/got kind of hit by a cab
because we were running through the street with post rush hour traffic
me: wait
fell slash got hit by a cab
those are pretty different
GHyde: i mean
i dont know which came first
me: the fall
in my mental picture
he tripped on the curb
and his hand was run over by a cab
GHyde: hahah no
after this all happens
which the occurance is still kind of hazy
he slows
and the criminal sits down at the bus stop
me: lolllllll
does he know you are still there???
GHyde: yes
me: ok
so you have worn.him.out
GHyde: yes
and im yelling for someone to call 911 at this point
me: lol
ok so
so i'm picturing
an obese 20 year old with a book bag
sitting in the bus stop
and you screaming at the top of your lungs
HELP
911!
HELP
and people thinking
what the H kid
he's just catching the bus
GHyde: and nobody is helping me out
me: lollll
that would nto happen in texas
so much better manners here
GHyde: riiigghhttt
so
the kid says he doesnt have it
and the bus pulls up
he gets on
me: stop
are you kidding me/is your shoulder broken yet?
GHyde: apparently
me: when did that happen!
there seems to be no injury to the shoulder
except for picking up paper
GHyde: no
either when i fell
or the cab
me: you were hit by a cab/???
i thought the thug was hit by a cab???
WHAT
GHyde: megan
i was hit by a cab
me: i thought the thug was hit by a cab!!!!!!!!!!!
lollllll
GHyde: no
me: oh my god GHyde!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
is this the curse of my followers????
to be hit by cars!!???
don't answer
i still need 100
ok
so wow
the thug gets on the bus
and then what?
GHyde: i follow him... because clearly i want to get shot/stabbed at this point
me: on to the bus?
GHyde: yes
and i tell the bus driver
"this kid just mugged me, shut and lock the doors until he turns out his pockets"
me: is this normal procedure?
when a mugger enters a bus?
or is this something you thought of?
GHyde: i thought of it
me: does the bus driver obey
GHyde: and the bus driver agreed
me: oh wow
ok and???
GHyde: the people on the bus HATE me
me: hahahahahaha
oh my gosh i bet
esp if it is rush hour
GHyde: and i look like a terrorist marching up and down the aisle of the bus
me: we can't say terrorist on the blog
GHyde: well
nobody was a terrorist, i just looked like one at the time
not a turban terrorist
a russian die hard terrorist
me: mob
GHyde: the kid finally turns out his pockets and says his friend has my phone and he passed it off to him
empty shell
8:17 PM me: lolllllllllllllllll
GHyde: bummer
me: so what do yo udo?
GHyde: i call him by the name on his homework
me: does he respond
GHyde: dumbfounded
me: ahahahahaha
GHyde: so i get off the bus
im bleeding
me: sad?
GHyde: finally a man calls 911
me: lolllllll
how much time has elapsed
GHyde: and im sitting in the middle of the sidewalk
me: are you giong to miss your flight?
GHyde: no
i file a police report
and my shoulder doesnt really hurt at this point
me: adrenaline
GHyde: so i file the report.
make my flight
me: miracle
GHyde: after numerous tries to get a hold of a family member, i have to get on my plane
still nobody knows i had been mugged
get on the plane
me: i hope you left the blood on your face
which is where i picture it being
GHyde: im surrounded north/south/east/west by crying babies
me: oh no
plane from HELL
GHyde: i land in myrtle
call my dad from a payphone
me: lollllll
did you have enough coins?
or did you call collect?
GHyde: he picks up saying "ill be at the airport in 15minutes, where do you want to eat?"
some payphones take credit cards now
little known fact
me: oh wow
how the times have change!
so where did you want to eat?
GHyde: i tell my dad i need to go to the ER
me: hospital food!!???
do you have benefits?
if not, that is going to cost a lot
GHyde: hahah yes
me: ok good
GHyde: and the xray informs us
i have a broken shoulder

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of Greg's sling.

Originally I would have said that I think he is faking and just wearing the sling for attention. (A flare for the dramatic seems to be a common thread between all of my followers.) But now that I have the ankle injury (YES! STILL!) I think you should all buy poor Greggy a drink so he can be nursed back to health.

Also, it is my recommendation not to start a conversation with Greg re: mugging unless you have at least an hour.