28 February 2013

belle/country/redneck/yankee

what do these things mean to y'all?

awhile back, i was asking friends' opinions on this on facebook.

i got a good bit of feedback, from southerners and yankees alike. the more i read, the more i realized:
people are people, and we are all different. no two people are exactly alike, even if you are from the same region of the country.

sure, there are certain characteristics that are stereotypical to a certain region, but can we use them to define people?

i was born and raised in NC. i have also lived in VA and SC. to me, lynchburg was not as 'southern' as NC and SC - the food, the accents, the pace of life, etc. some people loved my accent. some people made fun of it. did i think people in lynchburg were from another planet? no.

i do not consider myself to be a 'belle'.
i rarely wear dresses.
i hate heels.
i was not in a sorority.
i wear nail polish maybe twice a year.
it will be a rare ass occasion when my children are in outfits that are comprised of bows, smocking, and knee socks.
i love sweet tea, but that shit is loaded with sugar and i'm diabetic.
i wore pearls once - on my wedding day (although i do have a pearl ring from andrew that i love.)
do i have a "real" southern accent? yes. am i ashamed of it? no.

to stereotype the whole south and say that everyone in it is the same, is simply stupid. (it's stupid to do this for people from any region.) there are plenty of southern people who are pricks, just like there are pricks up north.

while the southern stereotype means always minding your manners, for some southerners that means minding their manners to your face and talking shit about you behind your back. some southerners find it very difficult to stand up for themselves or for something they believe in. some southerners gossip like hell behind your back, because they don't feel comfortable just saying it. just voicing their opinion.

i am very proud of the southern women that i grew up around. they were not the prissy kind. we didn't have little tea parties and wear dresses. most of their hands were dirty and callused, and they were often overworked and under appreciated. they drank and used cuss words and didn't care if the people at the baptist church were talkin shit about them.

but, i'm sure many "yankee" or "midwestern" or whatever region of women could say the same. they are just as proud of their heritage as i am of my 'southern upbringing'.

i'm glad i was born and raised in the south.
the end.
i'm sure everybody's proud of where they're from. people move. people come back. whatever.

just be yourself, people.
if you are a southern belle, be a southern belle.
if you have a potty mouth and drink beer and happen to be southern, but not a belle, fine, be that.
if you grew up in philadelphia, and are a wino who hates sports. whatever. be that.

just be you.

i'm sick of these cliques and shit in blog world. grow up. this is not high school.
just write your shit. hit publish. people who like it will read it. if they don't they either won't read it or they'll leave you immature ass comments. who gives a shit?

write anyway.
if you want to be a priss and wear dresses and keep your nails painted and write about your reunion with your sorority sisters, do it.
if you want to ride four wheelers and wear perfume at the same time, good for you, do it.
if you want to move south from michigan and discover that you actually like sweet tea, who gives a shit? drink it!

just be you.
and let everybody else be them.
and if you don't like it, don't hang out with them, and don't read their blog.
know that some people won't like you. some people will leave snarky comments. not everyone will agree.
oh effin' well.

no matter where you're from ...


27 February 2013

hubs turned thirty!

yesterday was my sugarpie's thirtieth birthday.

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{thanks aunt libby, for the photo!}

for his birthday, he is taking a ski trip with some friends of his in a few weeks.
i surprised him with these magical personalized beer labels, with some help from our friend emma.
{thanks emma!}

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(i don't remember the site i used to design them, but you can google 'personalized beer labels')

we had a yummy meal at his parents' house,
complete with this magical chocolate cake.

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check out those magical candle flames!

have a happy wednesday, shugpies!

21 February 2013

street sweepin in the QC and impregnating shoes

so, last night's trip to tar-zhay was a success.

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i don't bother to curl my hair to go to the store, so i haven't messed with the curling wand thingie yet.
if i master it, i will let y'all know all about it.

on the way to the store this mornin, i sat on the highway between TWO exits for THIRTY minutes.

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know why?
some dingleberry somehow lost thousands of batteries all. over. the. road.
closed down all three lanes, and an exit.
what. the. deuce?
i saw a helicopter looming overhead, and now i know someone inside was filming this titillating video of dudes sweepin' up batteries:


When I finally did make it to the store, it was about lunch time.
Never a dull moment.

Some favorite quotes from today:
Silas: "FOOT ASS?!?" (in response to a customer who asked for a foot axe)

Me: "SILAS, YOU WONT SOME CORNBREADDDDDD?!" (my soup today from the methodist church came with some cornbread and i already had me a sandwich to go with it) nikki started laughin, and said, "Man, that was reddd." So, then I bout choked and started laughin too. 

Nikki: "I felt lower than a pregnant ant." (while telling me a story at lunch)

Nikki: "What is that?" (asked to Silas, pointing to a cone shaped cell phone booster)
Silas: "A phallic symbol."

Me: "How do you impregnate a shoe?" (asked to Silas, after finding this:)
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Customer: "Hi, I need to speak to the person in charge, please."
Silas: "Well, I don't know of nobody like that around here, but what is it you lookin' for?"
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we had chef's salad for supper tonight, and y'all one thing about bein' gluten free that suuuuuuuuuuuuucks is a lack of croutons. normal grocery stores around us didn't carry em, and i was too lazy to go to a specialty store.
so, i made some!
and they were the. JAM.

easy too!
cut bread in small cubes (gluten free bread is often kept frozen anyway, so it made the cutting part really easy)
melt butter, and stir in garlic powder and grated parmesan
stir the bread cubes in the butter mixture, and bake at 350 for about 10 mins.
(the baking time may vary a little depending on how many you make)

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soooooooooo divine, y'all!
so, so, so magical.
took my salad to a whole nother level!

tomorrow is friday!

if you haven't already, please check out the store on instagram
@davisgeneralstore

deuces!

 

20 February 2013

i want waves, starbucks and target.

i cut my hair off. i'm not in love with it. part of the reason is how insanely fat my face has gotten. #stopwiththehotfudgesundaeswithnuts 
but, i am going to target tonight, and i'm going to get some starbucks and walk around looking at curling irons and makeup stuff to make me like it more. i love these curls (waves?) :


every time i watch sex in the city or pretty little liars, i wish i had three close friends who could get together at apparently any time of the day and meet me to drink coffee or eat sandwiches in a park. we would also always have perfect hair and be in full makeup. right?


i really wanna visit nyc again sometime soon.
with more money.

last night, i got a call from my brother who happened to be 10 minutes away from us. he was in town for his job. (he lives about 3 hours away.) fun surprise!

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we ate a nice, yummy, fairly healthy dinner at home, and then this happened:

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again.

wish me luck at target.
have a lovely afternoon!
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16 February 2013

HOOTY HOO!!

Me & the meemaw, Haze, went junkin' earlier this week and I found these lil fellas - $1.75 for the pair.

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I have been searching for some smaller "creatures" that I like - deer, owls, etc. that I could spray paint white to go with my winter mantel, so I was supa excited to find these shugpies.

I just sprayed about three coats, and let em dry outside for several hours, then they were dry enough to bring in.

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Easy and cheap.
You know how I luh dat!

And I love how they look on the mantel!


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What treasures have you found lately?
Happy thrifting, shugs!

15 February 2013

wanna see somethin gross?

check it: 

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that'd be my CGM or sensor. i do a pretty good job of checking my blood sugars frequently throughout the day to "catch" it before it's too low or too high. however, sometimes it be doin' crazy shit in my sleep. i woke up this morning and it was 271. no bueno. as a result, i felt nauseous and just icky. the sensor annoys me because it is very finicky, and has to be calibrated when your sugar is mostly stable or it won't work properly. this is funny because the whole point of wearing the sensor is that your shit is not stable. 

it also gets slingshotted into your flesh with a POP! and a long ass needle. and if you're me, it bleeds through the little hole {over there on the right}. every. single. time.
good stuff.

but - it helps me get my shit under control, so i will take it.

i made this jazz for hubs yesterday.
thanks pinterest, and boeger.
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hubs made us an awesome salmon veggie bake with rice.

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then we hit up mickey deez for a hot fudge sundae with nuts.

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i've never really been a girl who likes dressing up and going out and spending our money on fancy food on vday. but, i do love a heartfelt surprise and to know how much i mean to hubs. he is so good to me each and every day.

hope y'all's vday was magical and whatever you wanted it to be. 

i leave you with this awesomeness for your friday.
thanks kim and facebook for sharing.


happy friday, lumps
{psa - from now on, if i say 'lumps', it's just my lazy version of 'sugarlumps' ... lazy is the name of my game}

ps - the buttons from button swaps are coming down over the weekend.
again, no hard feelings, but i'm just not up for the "marketing" side of blogging.
again, say it with me, LAY-zee.

13 February 2013

heyyyyyyyyy, y'all!

is this mic on?
y'all are still here?
yeah, you are.
because Y'ALL ARE AWESOME.
sorry for my just peacin' out and all. i just been a little here, a little there, a little errrwhere, knowwhatimean?

anyhoozle.

first up, some business.
i think i'm gettin' rid of the button swap/sponsor/anything along those lines.
why?
because i am psycho and ads along my sidebar make me feel cluttered. and the whole reason i blog is to DE-clutter my brain. (or at least attempt to.) please know this is NOTHING PERSONAL. so, there's that. i'll prolly delete all that jazz this week. if i love you, i will most likely shout out occasionally in my posts, which is probably more important than a sidebar button anyway. and, shouldn't bloggin' be about makin' frands? i'm just not interested in keepin' up with all that jazz.
#bishislazy

i've still been at the store a bit, inhalin' dust, and blowin' black stuff out of my nostrils for 6 hours after i leave the store. but I LOVE IT. 

there are parts of the store that are totally magical ... 
 
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then there are other parts ...
what the hayull?

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but i love the sense of satisfaction i get from working to improve the store -
not to be confused with "modernizing" the store.

i love meeting the customers who come in everyday. i like selling people products that are legit. i love hangin out with the FIL (and Nikki ... i need to steal a pic of her soon).

{here's the FIL tellin' his brother all about his recent trip via iphone photos}

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i would LOVE to do a full blown "before & after" - butttttttttttt, i have a confession. i sort of get all gung ho, and before you know it, i've missed a meal and forgotten to take any "before" pics. i'm sorry. i know. what the hell kind of blogger or cleaner upper or decorator or store display maker am i with no "before" pics? i suck. oops. i also feel totally overwhelmed at the thought of documenting all that's been cleaned, organized, thrown out, etc.

but, here's some, at least. forgive me?

so, we sell lodge cast iron cookware at the store. previously, we had some in the main part of the store, hidden under a table and a few inches of dust. then, we had some on top of said table, and the display for the lodge stuff was in the front part of the store, and had no lodge stuff on it. so, i hauled all this shiz to one part of the store, and utilized the display.

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we sell lots of seed in the spring. these seed scoops {and baskets} were previously just laid down wherever there was room apparently. nikki and i hung some nails and got these off of the floor, because we don't have room to be wastin' ANY kind of space.

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hubs and i went junkin and found these awesome bins to help store/organize more hardware:

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we also sell galvanized tubs, pails, and cans. previously, they were all stacked together, and individually priced using a sharpie marker on the side of each one. now, one of each size and shape is displayed and priced, and the others are organized neatly.

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the FIL also loooooved to sell shiz straight out the box, and still in the plastic wrap it came in.
*cringe* {love you, silas!}
i took all these carhartt shirts out of their wrapping, and organized and priced them.
as you can see at the bottom of the pic, there are still a few cardboard box "displays" that need to be taken care of. 

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this bin has been here forever and a day. potatoes and beans used to be sold from it. my FIL decided to fill it up with empty boxes, and nail some wood on top, and the two things combined could serve as a "table" to sell stuff from.
yeah.

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so, we threw out all the boxes and got rid of the wood and filled the bins up with .....
merchandise. so we can sell it. ;)
{we sell lots of work boots. when the spring comes, we'll switch out the socks, gloves and toboggans for something else}

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there are other aspects of the store that just ...
add character.

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on a completely unrelated note, i am obsessed with this video.
i've always liked carrie, but she's never been a favorite.
however, with 'blown away' and 'two black cadillacs', i dunno, i feel like she's finally gettin' into her groove or somethin. like, she's finally able to truly do what she wants, and i am lovin' it.

i love the song.
i love the creepy piano music in the video.
i love the vintage cadillacs.
i love her shoes.
i love both women's funeral attire, especially the red nails and the veil.
and, duh, i love that the car has a spirit of its own.
i read something saying that carrie wanted to get the okay from stephen king before moving forward with the video since the whole idea of the car having a mind of its own is sort of borrowed from his book/movie 'christine'.
do y'all love it as much as i do?




welp, that's all for now, shugs.

peace out.

06 February 2013

Turns out ...

... my IQ is like 12 when I'm off caffeine. I can't accomplish/remember/motivate myself to do shit - including things I sort of like, such as yoga, and writing on this blog. I did really well limiting caffeine up until last month where I just went cray and jumped on the DMD train full force, and now when I don't drink it? durrrrrrrrrrrr

... that I am irritated with Blog Land. I miss reading real posts, y'all. Lord knows, I don't have them everyday. But that's just it, if you don't have anything to say, don't write. I think part of the problem is people have paying sponsors, so they feel obligated to publish a certain number of times per week. And forced writing usually sucks. And to be honest, I am seriously considering deleting my button swap tab up there. I just don't want to deal with any "business" end of this blog. I just want to write and post pictures and make real, non-i'll-scratch-your-back-if-you-scratch-mine friends, you know? What are y'all's thoughts on this? And don't be confused, I'm not claiming that all my posts are mind-blowing. {Are any of them?} Ha! But - I'm saying that it seems like a lot of bloggers get more and more popular, and while that's happening, their writing seems totally different than it did when they started off. It's tricky to be true to yourself here in Blog Land ... what do y'all think?

... that my camera is also jackin' up my carpal tunnel. Ugh! This whole subject irritates me ... next.

... that God knew what He was doing. {As always, duh.} But, I also think that part of what He was doing was teaching me to just say it and stop subjecting myself to situations that piss me off and get on my very last nerve. You can't "fix" everything, but at the same time, there's no point in putting yourself through shit that's not even necessary.

... everybody's got somethin they are dealing with. And even if you think it's damn ridiculous that they react the way they do, you can at least be thankful that you aren't in their shoes and lookin' at life from their perspective, and that you are able to take something away from that. Being optimistic and seeing the upside to a situation is a gift.

... that I totally love this song:


Here's to hopin' I actually drag my ass to yoga.

#zeromotivation

05 February 2013

that time Silas left for two weeks

y'all have heard me talk about the store over and over before.

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well, Silas, my FIL, left town for a couple weeks.
i may or may not have gone in and cleaned.like.a.mo.

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the business started in 1890. the building has been there since 1907, and i swear, some spots of it haven't been cleaned since then.
the FIL may have been usin' paint cans to hold up "tables" and cardboard boxes with prices written in sharpie as "displays".

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 i tried to help umm ... increase the visual appeal ... soon i will take real photos.
anyway, we made him a sweet welcome home poster and some treats to help soften the blow.

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he came back, took a quick walk through, said, "Shit!" took his cookies and muffins and left.
i say all's well that ends well, no?

ps, we got some new shirts in, you KNOW y'all need one!
{the porch is new since the filming of Banshee}

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and guess what else?! the store is on ...........
instagram. BAM!

@davisgeneralstore

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tomorrow i'm actually goin' to read other people's blogs and respond to emails.
sorry i suck.


03 February 2013

God made a farmer, y'all.

And He gave me an awesome FIL who lets {?} me come clean, organize and decorate his old general store.

I'm still alive.
And still busy.
The store and I have been spendin' a lot of time together.
It is in need of some love.
 Bonus, I get to hang out with fabulous shugpies like this while I'm there:

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And then there's The Hardware Show.
There is somethin' magical about old men in tall ball caps talkin' about seed spreaders and mouse traps and cast iron cookware.

And I've had to help clean up some messes.

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But, I still love y'all.
What can I say? My B.
Sometimes life happens.

PS - the best thing about The Super Bowl?

This commercial:


Way to have the nuts to mention God in a Super Bowl commercial.
And farmers.
Some people make fun of schools like State and Clemson {among others}.
I wanna know where the hell y'all think your food comes from.

Deuces for now.