Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

11 December 2011

Everything but the Christmas tree ...

Well, my funk mood is finally peacin out, friends. (Thank God above.)

Just wanted to share some Christmas decor from the Davis hizzle. 

Nope, we didn't put up a tree this year.

I'm okay with that. 

;)

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The sled, the picture frame, the gingerbread man, the angel and a few of the ornaments were thrifted ... and the old window frame was given to me by a family member.
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Special thanks to Hubs Davis for keepin us warm with a nice and toasty fire.

:D

Bee

14 November 2011

Vintage Christmas Excitement

So, a few weekends back, I was helpin hubs at the Davis General Merchandise, while Pops Davis was at the tractor show ... and I got bored, and look what I found:


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delicious vintage Christmas cards!!

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a lot of which were pre-printed with "Mr. and Mrs. S. W. Davis" (presumably the hubs' great uncle ... although the "S.W. Davis" painted on the front of the store is his great granddaddy):


I love finding old family stuff like this (my family doesn't have much sentimental stuff), and I do LOVE me some vintage Christmas!

I thought they were all so pretty, and I couldn't pick and choose, so prepare for photo overload.

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Now I need to think of a magical way to display them. Thoughts?

Christmas time's a cominnnn!
Bee

06 May 2011

Dear Mama ...

On this Mother's Day weekend, I just wanted to let you know ...

that as I get older, and start to think of havin babies of my own, I am more and more appreciative of my own wonderful mama, my meemaw, my dear sweet aunts, and really, all the ladies in my life who have loved, guided, supported and tolerated me at times when that mess won't easy! God has truly, truly blessed me.

How precious! Mama at her baby shower for me!

My childhood is filled with memories that I will always treasure. And, I am proud to come from the family that I do. While life's circumstances weren't always perfect, and we may not have always agreed on every detail, the love has always been there.

I love you Mama! I hope I am as good a mama to my babies one day as you have been to us!
So, today, I wanted to dedicate this one to my Mama and the other lovely ladies in my life who have been there for Beefy. Here are some of the things that I've learned from those fabulous women (I could never possibly capture everything ... and I'm sure there will be more things that I'll learn with each passing day):
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Do the best you can with what you have and trust God's plan - cause His is ALWAYS better than yours.

Treat people how you'd want to be treated - not how you'd like to treat them - people you want to smack the fire out of usually have more to their story than you know about.

Nobody's perfect, and God only gives things to us that He knows we can handle.

Enjoy your naked youthful face as long as you can, because once you start wearin make up, you feel ugly without it.

You don't just marry the boy, you marry his family too - and vice versa - so choose wisely (Dear Davises - I totally don't have any regrets. ;)  )

Try to keep your arms toned and eat healthy and get exercise while you are young - everything gets more difficult physically as you age.

Raising kids isn't easy and there's no manual. Pray through all of it, and remember, they aren't really your kids - they are sweet blessings that God is trusting you to take care of when they first come into this world.

Don't turn your back on your girl friends - whether they are in a place that you don't approve of, or whether you've just taken up with the love of your life - make time for your friends - you will need those friends later, and good friends are few and far between.

If a boy ain't nice to his mama - one day, it'll be you that he ain't so nice to. (Learned this one from the boy's mama). ;)

Once a cheater - highly likely he's always a cheater. And likewise with most other things - YOU can't change a leopard's spots - like him the way he is when you marry him - he ain't gone change unless he wants to - you ain't gonna do it for him.

Put God first - then your marriage - then your kids.

Baby oil works nicely for getting a tan, and for making your legs appear very toned. ;)

Always be grateful for what you have - constantly comparing yourself to others will only make you feel like dammit. And everybody's got their cross to bear.

Respecting your husband and being grateful for all he does = happy husband = happy wife = happy life.

Don't ever show it all - leave something to the imagination.

Be kind to others - and all of God's creatures.
James was my first best friend. He followed me everywhere. Mama knew if James was gone and I was gone, then we were somewhere together. He would let me sit on him, feed him, and put bows in his hair. RIP precious James! xo
There's nothin like ridin around with the windows down on random back roads to clear your mind and help you make sound decisions.

Never say what you ain't gone do - cause you never know when you will be put to the test.

Beer (not alcohol in general) eases PMS symptoms/severe moods. So, have a couple - not 12.

You can't take care of the world when you ain't takin care of yourself.

If a black cat crosses your path, make three X's across the windshield to "undo the curse". (Boeger - not sure about lizards, sorry.) ;)

Big fluffy snow suits are cute on widdle toddlers - even if your boy toddler is wearin one made for a girl. 

Only a dog wants a bone - a man would rather have a woman who is happy with herself and loves life and loves to have fun and loves and takes care of him --- than a really hot, skinny witch. If he makes you feel like you ain't skinny, hot, tan, gorgeous enough - kick his arse to the curb.

YOU teach a man (and other people) how to treat you.

Sugar-coatin things for your friends, kids, whoever - doesn't do anything but prolong their pain. Be honest with people - especially when they ask for your advice. They will be so thankful in the long run.

There's no love on this earth like your mama's love. And, nobody - other than your husband - will love your kids one day as much as your mama.
Me and Hazel with Eric when he was brand new!
 If you don't give your husband the attention he needs - he'll find it somewhere else. *This is not to condone infidelity - but it is what it is, ladies. Plus - the Bible says to be snuggly with your husband - no excuses.

Do what you think is best for your kids and your family - pray about it - and don't let other people make you question your judgment.

Make a little time for you each day - and get a little done each day - life isn't about makin sure everything is spotless and 100% taken care of all the time. It is a simply unattainable goal.

Don't be wasteful - there's usually somethin else you can use it for, or somebody else who needs it.

There's always somebody worse off than you, so quit your pissin n moanin.

Children need and crave discipline. If you don't discipline while they are growin up - they will learn it a harder way later on down the road - one way or the other - and you will learn with them.

Always be kind to people and help out however you can - you never know what battles they are fighting or how one smile or kind word can brighten their day or help them to look at a situation differently.  

Not sure whattup with the mattress pad situation.
Let your kids be creative and be who they are. Support their dreams. It's not your job to mold them into what you want them to be. 
It is tacky to bitch at your mate/husband - you will be "that woman" that everybody hates to see show up to the party.

Remind people that you love them and that they are appreciated.

Spend money wisely.

Caffeine is bad for your skin and makes PMS 123,876,345,557 times worse.

Never teach your child to feel sorry for him/herself - you will be surprised what a child can achieve with your support and encouragement. Mama - thank you for NEVER teaching me that I was different or handicapped in some way because I was diabetic, and for still having the same standards and dreams for me as any other kid.

Structure is very important. We were usually on a tight schedule - and had clear boundaries - this has helped me immensely in life, taught me discipline, time management, and made me much more able to care for my diabetes as well.

You never get too old to stop needin Mama.


Never question God's plans - just cause you don't see your prayers answered right.this.second. doesn't mean He ain't workin on it, and got it totally under control.

Always make sure your babies know how much their mama loves em. (One way you can show them is by keeping the size of the bows in their heads reasonable. Thanks!)

There will come a time when your kids think you are the biggest idiot ever made and they will hurt you and make you feel like you've never done anything right. (Sorry Mama/Hazel).

Be careful bout the bed you make - cause YOU KNOW you gone have to lay in it.

Always make birthdays and Christmas special. Family traditions are important and a legacy that you leave for your kids.

Leaving hair color on longer in hopes of achieving a darker color = purple hair.

Food coloring in your hair for Halloween .... is semi-permanent.

Don't beat on your little brother - because he will grow up to be 6'2" when you are only 5'6" and he will also have bigger muscles.
Oops! Please ignore tape residue at the bottom of the photo.
Let your kids suffer consequences when they disobey - they will learn much more quickly this way.

Be who you are up front - being fake will catch up with you when the real you just has to come out - and usually, everybody involved loses.

Make sure all passengers who have a tendency for car sickness are seated up front when MY mama T.C. Turbo is drivin.

Spend time with kids as much as you can while they are little - they will appreciate it - and it just doesn't work that way when they get older.

Up to $150 in change can be found swimming randomly in Hazel's pocketbook at any given time.

Buy clothes that fit. Trying to stay in your 5 years ago jeans when they are too little makes you look FATTER.

A little clear nail polish makes your hands look prettier when you are goin somewhere special and you are in a hurry.

Be grateful for good sleep while you can get it. Don't waste it.

Always be there for people in times of devastation and need - being remembered for that is more important than your job or most everything else on your schedule.

Red birds (aka Cardinals ;) ) are a sign of good luck. :)
Never ever ever let your kid sleep with you. It will be so hard to get them to stop. Sorry Mama. :)

Your kids never get too old for birthday whoopins. Although - they may try to resist. :)

The best Halloween costumes are homemade. 

Cutest widdle farmer ever.
 And...
How precious is this?!?



 Mama, I will never know how hard it really is to be a mama until I have kids of my own, but as I get older, I appreciate more and more everything that you've sacrificed for me and for our family over the years and still do today! Thanks for teaching me that life is not about stuff, or about circumstances, but about loving and caring for the people who are with you on the ride.

I will always cherish the memories I've shared and the lessons I've learned over the years ... I hope I can be a magical mama to my young-uns as well one day.


Muahh!!!


Happy Mother's Day to my mama and to my meemaw and to my aunts and all the mamas and care-givers out there!!!

22 April 2011

Jesus Takes Care of His Shugpies!

Here is yet another example of how I know - 

The last few months, off and on, Sylvia has been trying desperately to tell me something:


But I wasn't listening, because she would say it and then not mention it for awhile, then she kept bringing it up again. However, these last few days, that little light has been winkin at me from the DIC (Driver Information Center - duh).
According to the manual, this means that there could be an issue with the traction system. Well, ugh! I don't really have time to worry about the traction system, but after Sylvia's insistence that I address the issue, I googled. 
Turns out (of course) this is a COMMON problem - people noticed it especially when it was cold, and then when the car warmed up, the light went off. 
Or - one guy's light went away after he put some air in the tire. 
Couple of mechanic sites mentioned a wheel speed sensor being faulty.


Whatev.


So, this mornin, I'm whinin to my mama because my brother said it's no big deal and it ain't worth payin the money to fix. But I HATE how the light just glares at me. Ugh!


But I got over it.


And this mornin I woke up excited because today was Fun Time Reunion with My College Dorm-Mate Day. I decided to stop worryin over the dang light. And, it was Good Friday and I had a yummy breakfast with my mama, and then I headed out. After fun time with Ashley, it was time for a magical Easter weekend with the hubs. Let's get crackin.

Yay! Yay! Yay! 


So, off I go to meet my Berry Hall shugpie, me and Sylvia just listenin' to the radio. Almost therrrrre!



Loud pop. 

Turn radio down. 

Hear nothing.

Keep driving.

Everything's fine. 

 Hit cruise control. 

Nope. Not workin.

Grrrrr!!!

What the deuce?!

Then - 

All of a sudden ...

Sylvia really really really prefers going right instead of straight.

Red light.

Decide to pull over in the right turn lane. 



Here's the verdict:


Obviously, this picture was taken after I'd had a moment to calm down. After being on side of the road with the hazard lights on. After watching/smelling the smoke coming from Sylvia's tire parts. Ummm.....

Call bro.

Call hubs.

Call mama.

Call Tyrone.
(I got jokes.)

I'm about an hour from everyone I know. But not really sure where I am exactly.


Hmmm.....


Enter sweet little older man wearin a hat that said somethin about Jesus on it. 

I know. I know. He coulda been an axe murderer, kidnapper, etc. etc. etc. But, hey - I coulda been 10 kinds of crazy too and had some gunman in the back of my car just tryin to lure him over to the side of the road. I mean, clearly, we learned from Big G's story of the chick who tied her cheatin boyfriend up, and beat the tarrrrrrr out of him with her high heel - that WOMEN FOLK CAN BE CRAZY TOO. 

Anyway - my instinct felt fine upon a brief evaluation of this man. And, I had already told Anj exactly where I was in case he never heard from me again - he could report where I was abducted from. 

Anyhoo ... 

He stopped and checked out Sylvia's wound, and BY THE GRACE OF GOD - his house was literally across the intersection and he was a mechanic. (Can I get a THANK YOU JESUS)? Can I get a What? What? for sweet widdle (or big) southern men who are chivalrous and not whack jobs?

Sooooo ... Sylvia limped slowly and painfully, across the intersection of a four lane highway, crying and whining all along the way to get her wound taken care of.


Jesus sent this shugpie as Sylvia's Guardian Angel today.

After applying some bubble-makin magic and a little water to the tire, he was able to locate the leakage.


Thankfully, he was able to patch her right up and we didn't have to use the spare. I tried and tried to get him to let me pay him. 

Nope. He said he has two daughters as well and thought, "What if it was one of my daughters? I'd want somebody to help them too." He told me that he believes that Jesus expects us to help each other. You know - Jesus can present Himself as any old person needing some help. What a sweet heart! God bless his widdle heart!


Remember this picture from my other post? And how I said I think Jesus sends us angels here on earth to take care of us - His hand is in everything. Well - today, Mr. Richard was Sylvia's angel that God sent along to help us.

Mr. Richard is the angel. That's me and Sylvia walkin - and the bridge would be HWY 70 - yikes!

Sylvia felt so much better after her medical attention:


As I rode to meet my shugpie, Ash, I was just thinking what a wonderful reminder Mr. Richard was of the fact that God always has His eye on us. And we are never alone. If He can handle the little stuff like a scared female with a flat tire on the side of a highway, then He can handle the big stuff too. 

Despite a bumpy start to my Good Friday - I was able to continue my day with this girl:


Girl was SO EXCITED they had her cucumber tomato salad!

Shopping, laughing, catching up and eating this insanely tasty potato salad:


PS - The "somethin ain't right with your traction system" light went OFF. After 200 miles, it's still OFF. My non-mechanical opinion - when your tire pressure is whack - the light comes on because: 

- if one tire lacks pressure, then yes, it's wheel speed will be different, because if it's losing air, then it's going to have more rotations in a given time than the non-leaking tires.

- it's not that the car is warming up, and making the light go off - it's that the tires are warming up and swelling, thus making the pressure imbalance less significant

-cruise control will be whack because all/some of the tires differ in air pressure so it's difficult to calibrate.

Disclaimer - I could be WAYYYYY off. I just like to analyze things. I'm just glad the light went off.


On this Easter holiday - let's all remember this sweet Man here: He loves us. And that's certainly somethin to be happy about.



Also, I don't know what Rascal Flatts' intention was when they created this song, but it always makes me think of Jesus:




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Happy Easter friends.