Heather Davis's Blog, page 37

Stoplight Golight And Too Much Time

A couple of summers ago at our annual family reunion, my cousins Whitney and Courtney announced to the family that they had developed a product that would revolutionize parenting. I, however, missed out on this announcement probably because I was too busy dragging Daughter 1 out of cabins that had been rented by other people.

A few weeks later, my sister was over and she said to me, "Pretty exciting about Whitney and Courtney's venture, huh?"

And since I didn't know what she was talking about,...

Weekend Update

My most popular post this week consisted of toilet talk. Thanks for helping me keep it real, peeps.



I also talked about why I would never be a stripper over at Chick Wit. Well, there are several reasons--this is just one.

I share my favorite (CHEAP) sangria recipe at Funny Not Slutty.

And, of course, things are still going fabulously over at Oklahoma Women Bloggers. Go check it out!

It's All Good With RELISH!

Once upon a time, I made a menu and a grocery list and sent The Dad to the store for me. He returned with a bunch of stuff that I didn't need and left a bunch of stuff I did need at the store. I vowed right then and there that he would never shop for me again.

Then I forgot that I made that vow and got busy with life and asked the dad to do the menu planning and grocery shopping. We had sausage casserole, chili, chili and sausage casserole that week. Clearly, this wouldn't work either.

I vowed,...

Tail Kicking #5262

Since she was old enough to speak, Daughter 1 has done things that could, conceivably, get me into trouble.  Once time she pointed to a big ol' biker dude and said, loudly, "I'll bet that guy stinks because he looks dirty." She was two at the time. He would not have hurt a child, but I believe in my very scared heart that he would have hurt her mother.

Instances like this happen all the time, therefore, I'd like to share a little feature with you from time to time that I call "Tail Kickin...

Conversation of the Week

Daughter 2 and I sharing a toilet stall:
Daughter 2: Momma, when do you think I'll get my period?
Me: It'll be a few years, I'm sure. But no one really knows exactly when she'll get her first period.
Daughter 2: Oh. I just don't want it to be a surprise.
Me: Well, I'm pretty sure your first period will be a surprise.
Daughter 2: Actually, let's talk about something else.
Me: Okay. What do you want to talk about?
Daughter 2: Actually, I just realized that a toilet is not a fun place to have a convers...

What's A Cannoli Worth To You?

Our weekend started off with a trip to our favorite pediatrician, who diagnosed Daughter 2 with strep throat. This put a kink in our Saturday plans, which included basketball games, ice skating, and a trip to a bakery down south that makes cannolis because Daughter 1 has discovered The Cake Boss and she's become obsessed with cannolis. (Anything for my babies, yo.)

Because of strep throat, the basketball game was not happening. Daughter 1 didn't want to go ice skating without her sister (so sw...

Weekend Update

Where have I been this week?? Well ...

I met with my fellow OKC Mothers, Misti and Julie and we plotted and planned our Listen To Your Mother show. I waxed poetic about it HERE.

I made some not-at-all-snooty sangria over at FunnyNotSlutty.com. Check that out HERE.

Over at the hen house that is Chick-Wit.com, I make a bunch of predictions for the new year. I believe I gave the Long Island Medium a run for her money. Read my forecast HERE.

My column hit the presses at my local newspaper. In this co...

Conversation of the Week

My own momma and I, leaving the theater after seeing Les Miserables.

Me: Oh. My. Goodness. Hugh Jackman will forever be Jean Valjean.
My own momma: I'm so in love with him.
Me: Really?
My own momma: Yes. Hugh Jackman can have my babies.
Me: Don't you mean you can have Hugh Jackman's babies?
My own momma: Oh no way. I'm way too old for that.

Driving Around on a Throne of Lies

"Momma," my sweet baby whispered as she crawled up beside me on the couch, "are you quitting your blog?"

I giggled thinking she had read my nod to the Mayans and didn't get the gist of it--much like the thirty-two dozen of you all who texted and emailed me begging me to not quit blogging. (Thanks for making a girl feel special, y'all; but start reading the WHOLE POST!)

"No, baby girl," I coo'ed, "I'm not quitting blogging.  It was just supposed to be funny."

Her little face lit up and her e...

Happy New Year!