Well they say it's coming...........dun dun dun!!!The dreaded ice storm.So if we loose power you can all imagine all the fun times I will have with the brats. You just never know what will happen when we spend quality time together.A few nights ago we were spending quality time together ,and we were all in the sunroom playing that addictive wii .Brent,Weston and I were all on the love seat. Yes, I said love seat ,and none of us are small people. It was close quarters,I was in the middle and Weston had his sweet little arm around my waist when he reached over and gave my boob a little squeeze. "WESTON!!! THAT WAS MY BOOB FREAKO!!!" I screamed.He just kinda giggled and said..........................you're gonna love this...................."Sorry! I thought that was your fat roll!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG! are you kidding me? What a boost of self esteem he gave me that night.NOT!!! So the moral of this story is, it must be evident enough that I have a fat roll that my children have noticed .AND my boobies are so pitiful you cant tell the difference. Well you're all welcome.I hope you got a good laugh at my expense. So go ahead and laugh it up,I'm not ashamed!

Kolby, Kolby, Kolby.... What am I gonna do with you

This morning I have laughed more before 9 am than I have in a while. Kolby is on a roll today. He is sick so he is at work with me. Let me tell ya, a bad cough must bring out the comedian in him.I am surprised that he is in a good mood though.Not only does he not feel well.He didnt wake up in the best way.Normaly he is the one who has the terrible look on his face for 5 to 10 minutes after he gets out of bed. That is after the two to three times he has got back into bed because he's just not ready to get up. So this morning when he came into the living room with a big ol grin on his face I was really thrown off. He came up to me and just loved on me .Wow! I thought. He is in a good mood this morning. Then he looked at me like I was the greatest mommy ever and said......."where's my dirtbike?" "Huh?" I said.Then again "wheres my dirtbike?" Then everything fell into place when Jarron said "well I lied" Turns out Jarron had coaxed Kolby out of bed by telling him I had bought him a new dirtbike.Wow that kid never ceases to amaze me.He's such a terd! But after that Kolby was actually ok. Not in his regular morning bad mood at all.I knew he was ok when I heard him tell Weston he was standing by the stove so he could be hot like Westons girlfriend.Not long after that was when he puked in my car on the way to school. So after a fast trip back home for a change of clothes we stopped at the Dollar Store to get him a sprite and some clothespins.(the clothespins were for me) As I was getting back into the car his teachers husband got out of his "tool powice tar" and Kolby was screaming "Mrs. Howell, Mrs.Howell" so I looked back at him holding his plastic bag ( just in case)and said "Kolby, he is not MRS. Howell" He just looked at me and said" but I need him to tell the other Mrs. Howell I'm sick" . If you're a grown man driving a manly police car, so ya know, you are not above being calles "Mrs."

and for the record... For those of you that may be concerned about his wellbeing after that picture was taken of him rampimg his bike,you'll be relieved to know that was as far as he made it.He just could'nt get up enough speed.Much to his dissappiontment might I ad.

The Influence of a Dad

OK so I love this picture of Brent and Kolby. It is sooo precious.It shows how guys can be sweet even without meaning to be. My boys think their Daddy and Papa and other older men in their lives are the coolest!!No matter what they do, say,or wear my boys want to do it ,say it ,or wear it.Sometimes it makes me angry.I am the one who does everything for them and they totally dismiss my opinion if it differs from their dads. Kolby is especially bad about this. My dad freezes all the time so he has started wearing under amour a lot to stay warm. So I come home from the shop on Saturday to find kolby on the mule with PaPa wearing what else?A long sleeve under amour shirt.When I asked him if he was cold he looked at me like I was a nut and said "NO! I'm wearin dis relwy tool shirt wike PaPa!" followed by the DUH look he gives all too well.But it isn't only Kolby all the boys do this.They have warped my babies. They (Dad, Brent ,and the Boys)Have put what the lovingly call the deer house in the woods where they hunt in the fall.Now, however, it is serving as a place to stalk the droves of wild hogs that are in our area.They go to check the camera every day to see the pictures of the hogs that have been visiting the feeder. My boys think this is the funnest thing ever. So Sunday we were on our way to church when Weston proceeded to tell his friend about the dream he had the night before. "there was this wild hog in my Dads building and we shut all the doors and caught it in there. But we forgot one door and when we went in to shoot it is was gone."He seemed so sad that they didn't get to blow it away. I thought wow! what a dream. I bet not many kids dream about shooting a wild hog.But for Weston it's nothing out of the ordinary.But when I thought we may not be raising the typical children was when Kolby was chosen as the Spotlight student of the week at his school. When he and I were filing out the paper I asked him "what do you like to do when you are not in school?" His reply......."play with duns"(guns) (toy ones of course)I thought to myself ok I probably shouldn't put that on this paper that will be hanging in there hallway of his school. So I said "ok. What else" His reply........ "doe huntin'wif duns" So I gave up and wrote it down.Somehow I think if I had written something like" sit quietly and listen to my mom read me stories"hey would have known it was a lie! and on that note I really hope there aren't any animal rights activists or anti gun people who read this.They'll be huntin' me! But if they do find me I'm gonna blame it ALL on Daddy and PaPa!

OK, day two and I have proofreaders.Amy informed me I misspelled misspelled in the description.Only me right? Ya know at first I thought I would try really hard spell things correctly,but honestly I just aint got it in me.Now as for all the typos and grammatical errors that is pure carelessness.Lord PLEASE don't let Janice Fogleman ever read this.She would be so ashamed. I can just hear her "I taught you better than that." And I'm already getting requests.People who know my kids always remember stories about them .Even some I have forgotten.So,I am going to do my best to tell a recent Weston story.Well he owns the punch line at least.For those of you who aren't around my kids a lot or may not know them at all(I cant imagine anyone reading this who doesn't know us. But if there is good luck translating)my kids are all different.Except for the accent! First there is Weston, the oldest.He is the old soul as Amy calls him.Weston is a mixture of a 9 yr old trying to follow the crowd,but doesn't fit into the "crowd" at all, and a 70 yr old man who has been through it all.He is loving ,bossy,nosey,and totally set in his ways.Weston IS the old man you see at the coffee shop at 5 am.This is the kids who asks for and gets 20x jeans and a book about rodeo for Christmas and then poses for pictures like this.Then we have Jarron.OH WOW! Jarron is our drama queen.He is the sweetest kid you will ever meet. He LOVES women and is such a charmer. It worries me actually.But he gets his feelings hurt so easily that his life of crime he is forced to lead by being the middle child ends up breaking his heart.

Case in point... They got a wii for Christmas. up to four players! I thought all life's problems were going to be solved,but that is NOT the case.They fight endlessly about who is player one,what game they are going to play, and definitely not least who will be The Undertaker on WWE vs Raw(Brent is included in that fight).But the bulk of the bickering starts when Weston is playing away and Jarron pushes pause about every 2.5 seconds just to get him rattled.And man does it ever work.(as most of you know I lived with Brett most of my life and the flashbacks of this very thing make me shutter) Anyway we will save Brett stories for another day.So after Jarron hid around the corner a few nights ago and pushed pause at least 10 times while his brother was playing I made him put the controller down and he could not play any more. OH MY GOSH you would have thought I told him we were all going to move away and make him live alone in the wilderness for the rest of his life. He broke down like you would not believe.He is so good at that. So I then took the next step and sent him to his room.I'm pretty sure that was followed by an almost fatal fall down the steps caused by his despair.About 4 minutes after he went into his room he emerged with big ol crocodile tears and said "sorry Momma"... " sorry Weston". and that's when Weston dropped the bomb. Something I needed to hear myself years ago."Well Jar'n sawry dont swayt'n ma ta!" translation..... well , Jarron sorry doesn't sweeten my tea.

Such a wonderful truth. Fell free to use it.I know I will.

I fell into the trap

Well, I did it. I'm a follower and besides, everyone else is doin it!

I never thought I would have a BLOG! I know you all are all surprised since not many things hold my attention that long. Especially the computer. But I just though if I could tell everyone all the witty comments from Weston,and all the drama from Jarron,and of course ,we can't forget all the backtalk and evil eye looks from Kolby.He's not all bad though.(see above)Bless his heart he doesn't even care his pants are unzipped and his momma put is picture on the WORLD WIDE web.

So if anyone in the world reads this I hope you get a chuckle from my stories and pictures. (Sarah Coday will be so proud if I take pictures of my kids.)My only concern is that all these tales will not be quite as amusing if there aren't heard in their native tongue....Hillbilly! So all I ask is when you read this please try to read it with your best Larry The Cable Guy voice. If you can do that you will get the full effect of the hysterical things my boys say."Davisisms" if you will.

Well it has taken me like at least 19 hours to start this whole blog thingy so I am going to say goodbye for now. maybeI will do some work. that may not be such a bad idea since Valentines day is coming and to the peeps in my biz It's the most wonderful day of the year. Oh, and on that note pray for my sanity.Please people. I need all the help I can get!