tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619510935610986512024-02-19T20:07:32.293-05:00OutdoorDogsAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-77369614269537504322013-01-28T13:50:00.000-05:002013-01-28T13:50:41.573-05:00Smelling PurpleFor several years, Mams would complain about a 'funny smell' in her house. First, she thought it was their detergent, so she changed brands five times. Then, she told me she thought it was Pap's aftershave, so she threw it out. In fact, she went through his entire medicine cabinet and threw out anything that had an odor. Still, the 'funny smell' remained. She would ask me if I could smell it whenAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-52937903270235480902013-01-27T18:21:00.001-05:002013-01-27T18:21:49.593-05:00DingoDogFirst, let me say that Dorkfish has officially been renamed. He's now Captain America. My Beesh gave him the nickname and not only does it fit him perfectly, but he's finally stopped fighting it and has embraced the new title and has let it go to his head.
So, this morning, I am helping Bonus get caught up on an entire week of classwork and homework because he was out sick with RSV and Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-5439994188611695212013-01-24T10:08:00.001-05:002013-01-24T10:08:45.978-05:00100 Days, A Day EarlySo, a lot of really bad/sad/depressing/jumpoffacliff things have happened around here lately and writing has honestly been the verylastthing I could imagine doing. Sadly, my photography has become second to last. Sigh.
However, just to let you all know that I'm not only still alive, but still screwing up my children, I give you my morning:
Bonus has been running a fever since Monday. I finally Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-40269833030745445752012-10-11T20:58:00.000-04:002012-10-11T21:01:44.935-04:00True ArtToday, Bonus' third grade class went on a field trip to the state art museum. Sheshe had warned me that this was the 'enlightening' excursion for the kids as they had a bunch of naked statues. Fully prepared for the discussion of his trip, I began quizzing him right off the bus.
"So, how was your field trip, Bonus?!"
"Meh. It kinda sucked. There were just a bunch of weird paintings," he Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-91696644949449809142012-07-17T09:13:00.000-04:002012-07-17T09:16:11.599-04:00A Brief PauseDid I tell you I shot over 2,200 pictures while on vacation to Wyoming? Well, I did. This is exactly why I am spending hours on pinterest trying to figure out how to refinish a dresser for the boys room feverishly processing photos for your reading enjoyment...
Honestly, pinterest is truly the biggest time sink I have ever experienced. I didn't think it could be worse than facebook, but if you Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-76086804719548534122012-06-21T10:41:00.002-04:002012-06-21T10:41:30.620-04:00Yellowstone Vacation Part One: Chevy Chase has nothing on the Davis FamilyWhen Dorkfish and I got married onehundredyearsago in 2001, we loaded up our truck with all our camping gear and headed out West. For two weeks, we traveled from Knoxville, Tennessee to Oregon for a friend's wedding. We backpacked into to remote areas, camped beside beautiful lakes, bathed alongside fly fisherman in the middle of rivers and I even got my first bout of food poisoning at Dorkfish'sAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-78320746147468170392012-05-12T11:44:00.001-04:002012-05-12T11:57:36.944-04:00Deuce's Mother's Day Gift GuideDeuce and I are out front watering plants this morning when I informed him that tomorrow is Mother's Day.
Looking up at me with a concerned look he says, "Oh, really?! Dang, we need to get you something then."
Patting him on the head I say, "Yes, sweetie. You better get something good too," and keep watering the plants.
Obviously putting some hard thinking into this, he says, "But not a boobAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-42256020062463411252012-05-07T09:58:00.000-04:002012-05-07T09:58:06.637-04:00Role PlayLately, Dorkfish has been working more than he has in the twelve years I have known him. While I will admit that it has been tough on everyone involved, as adults, we all realize when situations are beyond our control and we find ways to make this new situation a part of our lives. We adapt. Lately, I am finding that children are resilient as well and seem to find ways of creating their own Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-68921971184899113612012-05-03T13:15:00.002-04:002012-05-03T13:15:43.690-04:00Apparently, I don't need alcohol to drunk text.I have always been one of those people who makes spur-of-the-moment decisions. (I am sure this has nothing to do with my ADD tendencies...) So last week, I walked into the hairdresser for a 'trim' and left with a bob cut. It took me twenty minutes to convince her that I really, really, really DID want all my hair cut off. But once she did it, we both loved it.
Proud of my new cut and pink Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-14671551038563763232012-04-07T21:32:00.001-04:002012-04-07T21:32:39.904-04:00You Know They Are Sick When...When you go to check your child's temperature and jokingly say, "Alright, buddy, bend over," and they lean over and respond, "Ooooookayyyyy. Do the best you can..."
Yes, I snorted.
But THAT is a sick kid...Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-84150659271343709212012-03-11T11:01:00.000-04:002012-03-11T11:01:31.569-04:00Bad Drivers, Christian Sushi and Drunk College Girls or Florida Trip: Day OneWe finally made it to Florida! Apparently, the pan handle of Florida is one of those youcan'tgettherefromhere kinda places when you live near Raleigh. Who knew?! I will save you from the what-is-wrong-with-everysingleother-driver-except-me stories. But I will tell you that every driver that tried to get me to giftwrap their car with the bowtie on the front of mine, was a BMW. Not that I haveAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-16533004047689394792012-03-06T09:28:00.000-05:002012-03-06T09:28:00.899-05:00He Comes By It NaturallySo far, the only perk I have found to being forced to cleaning out my closets is that it's like getting a whole new wardrobe! Thanks to my new eating clean plan and working out routine, many of these garments no longer fit. A lot of the clothes that I still liked and thought I have a hopeinhell of fitting back into, I put into a bin to 'try on when I felt thin enough'... Probably not my best moveAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-20447289514941805752012-03-05T15:45:00.000-05:002012-03-05T15:45:45.154-05:00All This for a little Cough...During Thanksgiving break, we always go to Knoxville to spend it with my family. This past year, the holiday seemed to bring more sickness with it than usual. Bonus, especially, was pretty deep in the throes of a nasty sinus infection. Once we returned to North Carolina, I took him in to the doctor as he just wasn't getting better. Upon examination, the nurse practitioner declared he had asthma Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-31893900134042085042012-03-04T10:37:00.000-05:002012-03-04T10:37:45.198-05:00Gym AnomaliesI have some hilarious gym-based stories to tell you, but first I have to explain what the hell I am doing in a gym...
A few months ago, I decided to finally buck up on my 'getting healthy' plan. I had been lamenting for months to mycowherdingcousinRachael about my weight and how I just needed to find the motivation. She used to do figure competitions and had been giving me pointers on ways to Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-87236171410274487812012-03-02T13:19:00.000-05:002012-03-02T13:19:31.854-05:00Sucktastic!Let me begin by admitting a little something to you all. I, am no housekeeper. Honestly, I have never and will never claim to be the 'excellent stay-at-home mom'... My cleaning techniques are much like a college kid who scrubs the floors only when the parent's are coming to visit. (Except exchange 'parents' for 'husband' and you've got me pegged.)
I do cook, though. In fact, I have been cooking Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-13812786876855763332012-02-28T14:10:00.000-05:002012-02-28T14:10:56.592-05:00Kindergarten Drama: The Next Soap OperaOne of the great benefits of staying at home, is having the opportunity to be more connected in my boys' school life. Yes, I will admit that I did refer to my weekly Wednesday volunteering as "Community Service" and I may have suggested to the office ladies that they have a two-drink minimum... But, it did give me an opportunity to get to know the kids in the classroom so when Deuce or Bonus Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-83798965380559170132012-02-21T21:04:00.000-05:002012-02-21T21:04:50.700-05:00The Oldest of the Four Leggers and the New AdditionWhen Dorkfish and I started our little furry family, or actually, when I started dragging pets home, he was very agreeable. He didn't complain about anything other than the amount of hair that can amass in an 800 square-foot house. (House cleaning wasn't my forte then either...)
Our first pet, Molly, came to me as a malnourished porch hound in the backwoods of Tennessee. As soon as I came acrossAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-26574682446699194102012-02-15T09:43:00.000-05:002012-02-15T09:43:19.222-05:00Never Turning on the TV AgainI know this will come as a huge shock to all of you, but I actually turned on the television Sunday night. For some odd reason, I actually wanted to watch the Grammy's.
My father-in-law was here visiting, so we sat and criticized the singers together. Actually, he did most of the criticizing...I just waited for boobs to fall out of dresses. Sadly, that didn't happen.
But, we did enjoy a lovelyAmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-74033206551337015352012-02-11T12:00:00.002-05:002012-02-11T12:44:59.032-05:00An Amo Short...So, this morning I was standing in the shower, pondering the great mysteries of life. You know, the pyramids, the disappearance of the Mayan civilization, how do cats purr...Who am I kidding. I was actually worried that if I always follow the same wash pattern in the shower, will one side of my body always be cleaner? See, I always lather up my poof and scrub my left arm first. Then move to my Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-23183733292387403572012-02-09T15:51:00.004-05:002012-02-09T16:15:47.440-05:00It's not you; it's me.Hey, guys! Where have you been?!kidding.But seriously, I am so sorry for disappearing on you like that! I could give you tenthousandreasons why I haven't blogged since November, but I will simply say, it's not you; it's me.Apparently, my last post ruffled some feathers in my little clicky hood and that wasn't the intent at all. So, did you think that post was about your kid? No?Well good. It Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-81240009399103842962011-11-29T17:39:00.003-05:002011-11-29T17:58:52.077-05:00Not Lost in TranslationMy boys aren't like the other kids.I recognize this fact and quite often, I embrace it.When the 'other kids' are taunting others, I am proud mine aren't involved. When the little girls are being catty, I am saying a little prayer that God gave me boys. When mine are spouting Beastie Boys lyrics and the other kids are looking on in complete confusion, I am beyond encouraged that I am raising boys Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-21234656803752045912011-11-08T08:53:00.002-05:002011-11-08T09:11:18.311-05:00Can You Spare a Square?...Last week, Dorkfish went grocery shopping. This isn't an 'out of the ordinary' thing for him, but he totally screwed it up this time...As with most husbands, if he can't readily find the specified item on the list, he attempts to convince me that the store no longer carries it. Example: "Hey, where are the chocolate chips for my cookies?" Him: "Yeah, they don't have any." Me: "Reeeeaaallllly....Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-67620560711697935182011-09-16T12:51:00.003-04:002011-09-16T13:15:49.986-04:00I'm Registering at Whole FoodsSo, I warned you guys that Mams was in town, so now y'all are expecting some hilarious posts full of Mamsisms...Today ain't that day.But she is involved...On Monday, Mams decided she wanted to go to our favorite little Mexican restaurant. Never needing my arm twisted for fat, salt and beer (the three most important food groups), I happily abliged. (Please note that the information inside the Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-20105415104283077542011-09-12T09:49:00.002-04:002011-09-12T10:01:17.123-04:00Short on Time but Not on Laughs...Let me just start out by warning you, Mams is back.And she is FULL. OF. IT. this time....Just to give you an example, she was sitting with Dorkfish last night reminiscing when he interrupted her. "Yes, Mams, I know what you mean about how some people are just likable. A lot of people like me. I am a likable guy," he said smugly. Mams, without even pausing to ponder this statement said, "Well, Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561951093561098651.post-88583617237172410222011-09-08T10:11:00.003-04:002011-09-08T10:17:18.576-04:00Why You Should NEVER Text Me During A Meeting...One of my girlfriends and her husband are both out of town on business. In a moment of desperation, she asked me to take care of her kids this evening until her flight gets in at midnight.Obviously she does not read my blog.Or anything I put on facebook...ANYWAY, so we had been joking about how I would have to clean the house for her kids since her daughter seems to prefer a neat and tidy house. Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.com0