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My tree

2010-11-10T11:45:00.000-08:00

I wish I could remember how old I was when I walked into the woods behind my house with my Grandma and Grandpa and dug up the tiny tree that would one day grow up to be this beautiful tree. I know I was pretty young and always up for an adventure. I do remember that walk very clearly though. I remember my grandpa using the shovel to gently get the fragile sapling out of the ground. And I remember replanting it just beside the old block chicken house that Grandma stored her potatoes and onions in. And I remember being very proud. Maybe I thought I was saving it from a life of being undiscovered. But for whatever reason I thought I had really accomplished something important. I still have a feeling of accomplishment every day when I drive by "my tree" and see how it has grown into something amazing. I also get a flood of other emotions along with it. Love, happiness, contentment...

That tree makes me smile every time I look at it because I remember two people who loved me enough to do simple things like plant trees. Simple things that have done more than make lasting impressions on my life. My grandma and grandpa never spent money on anything. Anything! But they taught me that money doesn't buy happiness. Happiness is in the little things. Like planting trees.

Decorating it's what I do. It makes me smile :)

2010-10-04T07:53:00.000-07:00

When This time of year rolls around I can't help but get excited. Cooler weather makes me want to decorate. Anyone who knows me knows I have a love for miniature Villages. Unhealthy affection really. And this is just a little of the Halloween one.

Sunroom

I don't know what it is about Fall but it makes me want to cover every square inch of my house with pumpkins.

Centerpiece

And anything that holds a tea light. I have to buy a huge bag of them to get me through the Holiday season. I'm just weird like that.

2010-03-18T11:15:00.000-07:00

How to get soft hair you will never have to comb again

A few nights ago Kolby was in the tub taking his sweet time when I offered to hurry him along by washing his hair for him. (it is obvious he is the baby) I went ahead and used conditioner on it because it is so fine and cottony it is hard to comb out normally. As I was rinsing the conditioner I said "Kolby your hair so so soft." To which he replied "HOW?" I told him it was because of the conditioner, of course. Well after he was out of the tub he was following nightly protocol and brought me the brush. I started to comb through the blond mess of hair quite easily. He was so surprised. Pleasantly surprised! He looked at with a huge grin and said "Mom, That air tonditioner works sooo dood! We dotta use it every time!" I agreed.
The even funnier part is he told my mom and dad the next night he never had to comb his hair again. My mom curiously asked why and he told her "Betause I use air freshener"

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you AND ME

2010-02-05T18:32:00.000-08:00

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Here on the silly blog I want to start writing question and answer posts. I think it sounds like so much fun, and the possibilities are endless. I will do some polls about random subjects. Some about how weird we all are, some about what products we all use, and so on. And I am open for ideas and subject matter.

But the one I think I am most excited about will be the ones where I quiz my boys about the way they see the world.

So tonight I am gonna do a little trial run. I am gonna ask Jarron a few questions about.....hmmm... lets see.... I got it! Girls! Yes, Yes. Girls it is. Well we will go with girls and girl stuff.

Why do girls wear make-up?........"To impress boys"
Why do girls chase boys at school?......."Because they hate them"
Why do girls have so many shoes?........."Because they don't ever like to be the same"
Why do moms wear bras?......."Because they don't want their boobies hangin' out the bottom of their shirt." (This is very funny. And sad)
Why do girls giggle all the time?....."Because us boys are so funny."
Are girls smarter than boys?...."NO! But they could be if they knew how to spell one."
Who are better drivers girls or boys? "Girls because the don't speed."
Who smells worse? Boys or girls? "Boys. Because girls don't like to be dirty. And they wear all kinds of perfume and stuff"

2010-01-30T16:44:00.000-08:00

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GOTTA LOVE BRENT DAVIS

Today is January 30th 2010. Today I have been married for 12 years. It seems like so long, but then again not long at all. It kinda seems like we have always been together. Everything before then is just kind of like something that took place in a dream. I don't know why it's that way. My memories are clear.I can recall perfectly all the ridiculous things i have done in my youth, but it just seems like it was another lifetime or something. And I guess in a way it kinda was. I was a different person then. Before I was a wife or a mom. I was just a punk out causing trouble and only thinking of myself. The funny thing is getting married and being a mom was all I ever wanted. That was my dream. It was a simple dream, but my dream none the less. When I was little and someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up I responded "a mommy." Well actually I think I responded "a mud wrestler" a few times. One of those times being the Little miss Locust Grove Pageant. I bet my mom was so proud she could bust. But anyway, I am getting to do what I always wanted. It is just a simple life. Nothing fancy about being married, livin on a farm, and raising three boys that make me laugh til I hurt on a daily basis. But it is perfect for me. I love every day of my life. I take the good with the bad. Of course, like anyone elses life, it is not all sunshine and puppies, but we love each other. And we all know having someone to love you is the best feeling in the world.
So thank you Brent Davis for loving me, and taking care of me in the face of potential power outages, and for giving me the three brats to entertain me.

Make the most of a not so great situation

2010-01-28T09:18:00.000-08:00

Ideas to entertain your family without any modern conveniences
If we have to be without power(I hope that is not the case)We may as well make the best of it. Having a positive attitude can make it a time your kids will look back on and say " I remember when we were out of power one winter. We had the best time together as a family."

Charades-let everyone come up with ideas to put in a bowl. You can make teams or play individually. Make themes like movies, cartoons, or books.
Hide and seek- If you have younger kiddos you may want to do this one during the day so there is enough light, and they won't be scared.
Dance contest-you may have to play music on your cell phone (only a good idea if you have a car charger) but your kids will have the best time performing for you and think of all the laughs they will get when you bust a move.
Name tune- anyone can get into this fun game. I am sure all of us can recognize the theme song from spongebob and Icarly.
Art show- this can even be done by candle light.(my art would probably look better in the dark) Let them be creative and think outside the box. They can collect items from the house and make a sculpture.
Fashion show- team up for this one. Let the kids dress you up in anything they want. Go all out. Hats, scarves, underwear outside your pants...
Puppet show- you can use anything for this. Socks or paper bags are perfect.
Have a play- Let your kids write the play and you can be the actors.(after you play dress up would be the perfect time for the play. You will already be in costume)
Have a mock campfire-(Please be safe about this. May only be a good idea if you have older kids. PLEASE don't set anything on fire.I would feel so bad.) Put a candle or a few in the center of your table. You could do it in your floor if you have wood or tile floors. Put pillows all around to sit on. Grab some small sticks from outside or you could use skewers and roast marshmallows. If you had the items needed you could even make smores. Then you could...

Story telling-(around the "campfire" would be great) pick someone to start. Set a timer for one minute or however long you choose, when the timer goes off it is the next persons turn, and so on...

Please leave your ideas in the comment section. Time goes so slowly when you don't have a television.

2010-01-25T11:06:00.001-08:00

How's this for random
You know, there are just some things that happen at my house that make me think..."what the heck?" This is one example. Sophie is my dog I have had for about 8 years. I love this little brat and she loves me back. She loves me to the point of freaking out when I am not around. When she freaks out,she does it right. I truly believe she has separation anxiety.
I keep my trash in a cabinet, but I do take it out if I am cooking or cleaning the kitchen or something like that. And when I forget to put it up I pay. This is what I think happens. Sophie sits and watches us leave with her little nose pressed to the window ( I know that happens I watch her do it every day), Then when she can't see us anymore she goes straight to the kitchen knocks over my trashcan and spreads trash out all over my kitchen the best she can. When I walk back in the door she knows her butt is in trouble and she goes and hides. Or she will sometimes make a dash out the door as soon as I open it and won't come back for a long time.

So the other day I came home and opened the door and this is what I see. My Stinkin dog wearing a Wal-Mart sack around her neck. Of course the trash was dumped over and somehow she had got a plastic bag on to look just like a superhero cape. I laughed to the point of tears, took her picture, and told her if she was gonna use super powers she better use them for good not evil
One other thing that happened last week that had me scratching my head was the death of Kolbys BB Gun. In my house there are few things that are important enough to mourn. Things come and go outta that place every day. My kids are good, but they are not the best about taking care of their things.

They hunt every morning before school. They get dressed and eat and if there is enough time they always go bird hunting. So I drop them off at school on Thursday morning and ran right back home to get something I had forgot.When I got close to our driveway I could see something laying in the road. As I got closer I could tell it was a BB gun. Kolbys BB gun. My first thought..."GREAT!" I knew right then and there he was gonna flip out. So I pulled off the road , walked out onto the highway and picked it up, and brought it back to the house. It was smashed .(ps if you are the one who didn't dodge a BB gun laying in the middle of the road on 412 Thursday morning I really hope you had a good excuse. Like a semi in the other lane.) Anyway when he got home he saw it on the porch all bent up into a half circle and the barrel smashed flat, and he lost it. It was a sad day at the Davis house. Of course he denied it was he who left it on the bumper of my car. Tried to blame it on Jarron to make himself feel better. Then went in the house ,got a nerf gun, and went outside to shoot birds. At least he has a good imagination.

I thought the gun laying in the middle of the road looked funny, but I bet it would have looked a whole lot funnier for me to have been driving around town with a BB gun on my bumper. You might be a redneck if...

2010-01-22T08:28:00.000-08:00

Jarron Davisthinks he has mad skills when it comes to bustin a move. The following are only a few from his playbook, but I'm sure you will get the idea.

I don't have any right to make fun though because I have absolutely NO moves. And I would never put myself through the public humiliation I am subjecting my poor middle child to.

Jarron, Please forgive me. I love you so much, but this is just too funny not to share. I am trying to make the world a better place one belly laugh at a time. And you are helping me. Doesn't that make you feel good?

Who needs TV

2010-01-21T13:40:00.000-08:00

This is the crybaby chair. This is the chair you have to sit in when you cry during WWE Smackdown. This is the chair no one would sit in for the rest of the weekend for that very reason.

This is what 4 days of being cooped up in the house does for my little darlings. It's like full on WWE. The bad part is my kids have no idea professional wrestling is, well ,FAKE. So They try to tear each others heads off . Of course Brent is just as bad as they are. Seriously! Seriously? Ugh!

Notice how intense Jarrons face is. This is serious business. And Kolby ,wow! He is just a maniac.I am pretty sure they kicked Westons butt too. But you would never hear that from him. Heck no. He would say he put the smackdown on em.

Someone always up crying too. Therefor in the Crybaby chair. I should make them sign a release for before they are allowed to try to kill each other.

It is displays of out of control male behavior like this one that makes me wish I had just one girl to roll her eyes with me, and look at them and say "Ugh! Boys!"

ya don't see this everyday!

2009-04-24T11:45:00.000-07:00

OK here we have a typical session of playing.I get to see it every day.Lucky me, I get a good laugh. I didn't want to be selfish though, so I thought I would share. You re welcome!

Anyone who knows my kids knows that whenever they are in your presence you ARE gonna see a butt crack or two. That's just the way it is. This may be in part because of something that my mom will tell you makes her FURIOUS! ok. Get ready........................... ready?? I don't make my kids wear underwear. There I said it! Does this make me a terrible mother? My mother certainly thinks so. But I just don't get why it is such a big deal.I mean really if they don't care why should I? Less laundry, right?

2009-01-26T09:44:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-20T06:40:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-19T10:27:00.000-08:00

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!

2009-01-16T07:11:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-15T11:32:00.000-08:00

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!