Heather Davis's Blog, page 41

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My friend, Kelley, of
Kelley asked that I give her two or three jobs that I had held in the past and then you have to decide which job I did not do. To help you out, I thought I'd give you some clues.

The first job listed for me is waitress at...

ThanksBlogging: Danger Zone

As a girl, my family would always travel to Dallas-about a six hour trip-to have Thanksgiving with my Dad's brother Mac and his family. His aunt, my Great Aunt Janie (that was exactly as we would address her, too) and his cousin Winifred would be there as well from Atlanta. It was always a fancy, dress-up, sit down, pass-the-creamed-peas type of shin-dig. There were no hats at the table. The girls wore skirts and our hair had to be brushed. Plus, we had to wear shoes. Fancy Schmancy.

My sister...

Thanksblogging: I'm thankful for The Dad

A few weeks ago, I completed the Hot Mamas 5K in Edmond, OK. It was Oklahoma's first women-only 5K, and I was a part of it. Not only that, but I walked it with three of my fabulous friends. We had a great time and even posed for the raceway cameras. Those super-skinny, fast-running diehards didn't pose like we did. They were going too fast.

The Dad and The Daughters joined me in Edmond. They cheered us on as the starting gun sounded,  and they cheered us through the finish line. Daughter...

Some Beach

Last year, Daughter 2 came home from school after the Veteran's Day assembly and declared that when she grew up, she wanted to be a Veteran. I gulped. I gulped hard.

As far as occupations go, the nobility of selflessly serving one's country is second to none. I've never met the momma of a service man or woman who didn't beam with pride. I've only encountered military mommas whose chest swelled with honor over their child's service to our country. But I can imagine that behind that bravado an a...

Listen To Your Mother - Shine all over Oklahoma

Last April, I got to shine. I was in a little show called Listen To Your Mother in Northwest Arkansas. I shared the stage with thirteen other amazing women who told their stories of motherhood. Some made ya think. Some made ya cry (big ugly hiccuping cries). Some made ya laugh. I hope I made ya laugh. The thing that struck me most, however, was the friendships I made with my castmates. I love them all dearly.

When people ask me about my time on Listen To Your Mother, I gush about the experienc...

Shine on harvest lips - Giveaway

In case you're late to the pick-up lane, I was on a nationally syndicated talk show a couple of months back.  I spent the day in NYC (and wrote a book about my 24 hours in The Big Apple) and spent an afternoon in a television studio preparing to film. It was the life, I tell ya.  I arrived at the studio and met some other guests. I did a read through (or a dozen) with my producer. I had Wardrobe (at least I think that was her name) pick out some of my own clothes for me to wear. Fin...

Conversation of the Week

Daughter 1: Your writing scares me.
Me: Why?
Daughter 1: I'm afraid to do anything I know is wrong or stupid because you'll blog about it.
Me: That might be a good thing.
Daughter 1: OHMYGAWD! Momma... you're a smart one...

There will always be cussing

Saturday night, my own momma and I took The Daughters to see Steel Magnolias at our local university. It was a girls' night because of The Dad's monthly poker game, and my friend Denise was directing this great play about southern friendships. It was certain to be a great night. On our way to eat,  my own momma and I were talking about the movie, staring Julia Roberts (who, not to drop names or anything but she is in our town filming right now) and a whole plethora of brilliant actresses...

Friday Flashback: When Susie Pee'd On A Prep

My best friend in high school was Susie. Susie was about six inches shorter than I was, thin and blonde. We couldn't have looked more different if we had tried. She was smart, but she always copied my homework... not always, just Biology. I thought she was cool because she had her own phone and phone line in her own room. She thought I was cool because I freely cussed.


In October of our senior year, we decided to go to a spook walk west of town. I don't know that either one of us was really in...

A scary story

The following is an actual transcript (not actual, but pretty dang close) of Daughter 2 retelling me her favorite scary story.

Once upon a time, there was a princess who was babysitting for some kids that she locked in their room so they could go to sleep. Hold on, did I say princess? 'Cause she wasn't a princess. She was just a babysitter. I don't want to say a babysitter, though because it reminds me of Macy, a real babysitter, and I don't want anything bad to happen to Macy. You want me to...