My Disappearance

Okay. I know.

I know!

WHERE.

HAVE.

I.

BEEN????!!!!

Well, you see. It's difficult to post to a blog when one's computer up and crashes. And practically every single photo you've taken over the past--I don't know--three years (give or take) is stored on said computer (with NO--I repeat--NO back-ups anywhere!!). *Sigh* Foolish, isn't it? Don't worry, the crash prompted a necessary purchase of an external hard drive. Lesson learned.

And then.

Well, THEN...Paul got all smarty-pants on me and remembered--after 5 days of NOinternet--that we had an old laptop (duh!). Conveniently, he remembered this WHILE I was gone to Hamburg with the kids and AFTER I had spent all week having to go to the library to pay bills online and never even knowing what the temperature was outside! Because I apparently am so attached to my computer that I am unaware that there is such a thing as The Weather Channel or, hey, a thermostat, of all things! Ha!

Anyway, by the time I got home, of course, THAT computer was good and virus-ridden (since it had no protective services installed on it--on account of it being an OLD computer). Argh. So now after TWO (TWO? THREE? I don't know. I've lost track of time.) very LOOOONG weeks of trying to rid the silly thing of all its woes, here we are. The preferred computer is still in the "shop" having its guts surgically removed. But God in His mercy did not allow our photos to be lost! Whew! And I've now got this old "geezer" up and running...but with NO printer (i.e. NO scanner). Not sure HOW to get any pictures posted. Give me a minute so I can figure out what to do, because I do SO want to participate in a walk-down-memory-lane-type blog carnival going on TOday AND because, of course, YOU. WANT. PICTURES.

I hear ya.

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Snapshots of a Soccer Star

Go Get 'Em, Tiger!! (ahem. Bulldog.)
(You simply must enlarge this one and check out the look on Noah's face!)

Eyes on the Prize


Fancy Footwork


Dribbling...


Trapping...


Just Having a Kicking Good Time!

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Missed Me?

Yes. I went AWOL for a while there. I've just had a LOT going on lately, and I think I finally ran out of steam. That and for the past week or so I've been fiddling with the settings on "this here" blog because of problems from way back here and here and because I was noticing my blog looked different on different monitors (when I'd visit other computers). And I wasn't sure why. (Still not.) Anyway, I decided to sort of start over. Hence, the "new look." I'm not sure whether or not I'll keep it this way, but it's fine for now. I do miss my purple. So we'll see.

All this technical stuff is lots of fun for me (I'm serious)...WHEN I don't need to be doing other stuff. Like parenting. Or housekeeping. You know. Life. In fact, it may be this time next year before I get the layout right. Ha!

I'll try to use the next several posts to update y'all on all the Davidson goings-on. There were birthday parties and soccer games and, well, general craziness. In other words, plenty to blog about. *grin* I'll try to do better about getting stuff on here. After all, it IS the only way I currently have of documenting our lives so that I (we?) can remember later the things we are experiencing right now--considering the alarming rate at which I am killing my brain cells from sleep deprivation.

Okay. That said, I will leave you with a quick idea for lunch. One of our family faves. It's my very own spin on the classic grilled cheese sandwich.

First, soften some cream cheese and spread it on one slice of whole wheat bread. Place on cookie sheet. Then sprinkle with shredded cheddar, shredded mozzarella, and crumbled feta cheeses.


Butter another piece of bread and place alongside the cheesy one. Put in oven under the broiler until cheese is starting to melt and the buttered bread is toasted. Then place the toasted bread on top of the cheesy one to make a sandwich. Flip and add butter to other side of sandwich. Place under broiler once more until toasted. (This works just as well on a griddle, in case you'd rather not heat up your oven and listen to the fan run for an hour afterwards!)


Voila! I call it Four-Cheese Toasted. (How creative is that??!) Just a regular grilled cheese--only without the grill...and with much yummier cheeses. I mean, how can you go wrong with cream cheese and feta involved? Right?

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Reviewing the Results

American Idol Finale:

Judge video clips. Cute.

Randy's clown bow tie. Not the best.

"Hello" was always one of my faves. Danny singing it was PERFECT! And Lionel Richie to boot!! Wow. Danny, though nervous-looking as all get-out, had a lot of vocal fun on that little medley, didn't he? Awesome!!

Okay. Cindi Lauper always WAS the coolest!!! (Haven't I always said so, Mom? Remember that time I dressed up like her--spray "painted" my hair and everything?!) Love her [music]!!

Scantily-clad women. Didn't I mention this before?? Um, yep. I believe I did. What ever happened to "family show"??

Aww. Rod Stewart. And "Maggie." Nana would have loved that.

Golden Idol Awards. Funny.

Adam. Kiss. How apropos. That's all I've got to say about that.

And the winner is.............................

Kris!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What??!!!

I guess my mom's 300+ votes really DID make a difference! What was it you said, Mom? Will the Arkeys and the Gokeys be enough support for Kris? Well, I'd say the answer is "yes." And there you have it, folks.

And, by the way, thank goodness they lowered the key for him on the cheesy inspirational song. Sounded MUCH better this time.

In the end, the finale seemed a little anti-climatic to me for some reason. At any rate, here's what I'm hoping. I'm hoping the mainstream media doesn't cause a 23-year old Christian NEWLEYWED's faith to falter in the slightest. I'm hoping he will live a life which pleases the Lord and will not be deceived or led astray by the worldly fame and fortune that will be heaped upon him (like Jon and Kate Gosselin). I'm hoping he will put God first and his marriage second and honor his wife (unlike Jon Gosselin) and she him (unlike Kate Gosselin). (Can you tell I'm ever so disgusted with a certain "celebrity" couple?)

In other "results" news...
I placed an order with Oriental Trading on the 13th with an expected delivery date of the 20th. When the package didn't arrive on the 20th I got worried. Sure enough, as of that morning they were estimating delivery on the 26th! Three days after our parties!! I called FedEx. I called OT Customer Service. Neither could/would help. But guess what?! After fuming and wringing my hands for about five minutes, I called Customer Service right back AGAIN. This time I used the word "upset." Suddenly they were offering to overnight a package to me on their dime. Ah. That's more like it. I'll have to thank my husband for teaching me persistence with customer service people...and for recognizing that it never hurts to ask.

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Not Me...

I am looking forward to the MOST relaxing week ever. I mean, I'm definitely NOT "all-in-knots" stressed out about the impending two-birthday-party day (with a soccer game RIGHT before one of them). I really have NOTHING to get done. Certainly NO cleaning, NO gathering of ingredients and party favors, and NO obtaining tables and chairs to keep me busy this week. In fact, I think I'll go put my feet up right now and eat a few bonbons.

WARNING: Photo of wretchedness approaching.......You may need to avert your eyes!

I have NOT lived in this house for a year and a half with THESE navy and red drapes strung up all haphazard-like over plastic temporary shade thingies on the FRONT bedroom window (for all to see) just to keep some of the heat and light out of the nursery. I would NEVER allow such an eye-sore in my home, especially in the pale blue, orange, and brown nursery...because navy doesn't match!! And I always match!!! Oh, and the reason I HAVEN'T had such ugly window treatments is because we have money coming out of our ears these days! Truly. We most assuredly have NOT already flagged every penny of our tax refund for blinds (finally), air conditioner issues, etc. Instead, we are scheduled to have a dream vacation to......well, it really doesn't matter, now does it??!

I am NOT--at this very minute--looking at the biggest, fattest mess of a room there ever was. Because. I am the best housekeeper in the history of housekeepers. Also, I am the most put-together person you have ever met. I would certainly NOT be sitting here typing this post wearing the same clothes I had on yesterday, while desperately needing a shower and makeup. I do NOT have dirty hair! NEVER!!

And I am NOT a BIT excited about tomorrow night's American Idol finale. Because that would just be stupid. Besides, sitting around watching a television show instead of cleaning the aforementioned messy room (or working on party stuff) would just be ultra-slothful and foolish, and I am definitely NEITHER of those things. I am full of energy--a "busy bee," if you will--who uses her time wisely, which is why I'm certainly NOT still sitting at this computer typing out a list of things I have NOT done.

For more "Not Me! Monday" posts, visit MckMama at mycharmingkids.net.

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In Case You Haven't Noticed: Part 2

In case you haven't noticed, yesterday's post was a shameless ploy for attention.

But it worked.

*big smile*

(Did you SEE all those comments??!! hahahaha)


In case you haven't noticed, I totally forgot to provide a couple of links on yesterday's post, so I've since put them in. And for convenience sake, here they are again:


Meredith's post about ME (you can all go gawk at the terribly unphotogenic Lori)

Katelyn's blog (our babysitter)

Heather's blog (my hiLARious texting college roommate)


In case you didn't watch [AI] last night...






Danny.

My Danny.

went.

home.




I was not expecting that.

And I don't really know what to say...
except...

I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm relieved, I'm disappointed, I'm shocked, I'm heartbroken. I'm ALL these things! Ugh!!!!!!!!! (I've GOT to stop watching TV!!)


So, Kris it is.
I guess.

At least I'm not torn anymore. Because I DO have SOME sense of "Arkansas loyalty," as my friend Jenny so tactfully questioned. I DEFINITELY don't want Adam to win.



But...he will.

And in case you haven't noticed, there are a lot of immodestly-dressed women (not to mention a lot of innuendo) on American Idol these days. I'm not down with that. This just may have to be my last season. Can I do it?! Can I actually break away--break free from the madness??!!!


OH!!!!!!!! I almost forgot!!!! (Warning: This is more attention-seeking nonsense...)
In case you haven't noticed, I have a button on my sidebar. You can copy the code and put a little bit of me on YOUR blog (if you've got one).

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In Case You Haven't Noticed

In case you haven't noticed, I've been reviewing American Idol (here here here and here) and we are almost to the END!! I've enjoyed every second of this (well, almost), but I'm glad to finish off this series and move on with my life. Ha! Now, about Tuesday night's episode:

1) I hated--no HATED--Adam's songs. Both of them. But especially "One." The melody HE came up with was TERRIBLE. And I was disgusted with how the judges shamelessly "chose" him as the winner (before he ever got out there on the stage tonight).
2) Paula picked a boring song for Danny. HE performed it well, but it was a blah song, so nobody will care.
3) I liked both of Kris Allen's songs. (And, yes, I heard the "bum" note, too, but it wasn't THAT loud, Paula.)
4) Danny is still, still, still my very favorite.
5) But I kinda don't want him to win because I'd LOVE for him to make a cool, bluesy Christian album.
6) Adam's probably going to pull it off, and that's just "ick" to me.

Read what Linda from 2nd Cup of Coffee says:

As far as American Idol goes, there's not much to say except: that's a boatload of natural gifting on one stage. Good grief.

My favorite is still Danny Gokey, who was my choice from the first time I saw him, but the other two are brimming with the talent, as well. I do not personally care for Adam's style, but I'm not blind to his ability.

With that said (as they say in "The Bachelor" ad nauseum) I don't believe the premise of the show fits Adam because he has been on big-time stage before, and this show is supposed to pluck unknown underdogs from Denny's and Borders and give them a chance to shine. Also, it's mainly for Pop or Top 40 music, not opera, bluegrass, Broadway or hard rock.

But details, details. In spite of my compulsion as a rule follower to protest, I believe that Adam will win. And you know what? If so, I say, "Ho-hum."

I agree. And that's that. In case you didn't notice, I'm ready for this whole thing to be over. (Last week made me get all negative and stuff...)


And in case you haven't noticed, this is a pretty belated post, considering that the results show just started 10 minutes ago...I'm busy!!!


In case you haven't noticed, you can Follow this blog by clicking the "Follow" button on the left sidebar. (I'm slowly but surely building my fan base so I can...yeah, I don't know. tee hee) Also, if you Twitter, you can follow my tweets by clicking the little bird at the top of the right sidebar, although don't get overly excited. I don't tweet as often as most, since I don't have mobile (internet) phone capabilities (too cheap)...AND I don't know how to text like my friend Heather.


Of course, in case you didn't notice, those of you who already follow me missed SEVERAL posts I did because something was wrong in my Settings. So you may need to read ON (and ON) to catch up with me ('cause I've been on a roll lately)!


In case you haven't noticed (because I have), I have some pretty special friends. My new friend Kelly lent her daughter Katelyn to me Friday night for babysitting so I could attempt to regain my sanity. (More on this later.) My darling and spectacular friend Meredith WROTE ABOUT ME on her blog (for Friendship Friday), and it was the sweetest thing EVER. (No comment about the gross photo. (oops! I guess that's a comment.)) she probably had to scrounge around to find...since I don't allow people to take my picture. That lovely quirk was passed down to me from my mom. Thanks, Mom!)



In case you haven't noticed...

I have FOUR kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Waaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!

In case you haven't noticed, I posted this and this and nobody said a word. Okay. Okay!! It's official. I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED comments. Why????? I don't know (whiny tone). This whole blogging thing is really emotionally confusing. I'm still trying to figure out how this thing got started in the first place...

And in case you haven't noticed, this post is jumbled and random and very much belated, but that's just an indication of what kind of week I'm having right now. *smile* How about planning two birthday parties on one day (to occur in a week and a half), wrapping up soccer games (complete with make-up games and everything), ballet/costume craziness, another mini-party the weekend AFTER the two-birthday-party day, not to mention paying bills, and other household issues? Fun, fun, fun.

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Well, I Never!

Today you will definitely NOT find me participating in MckMama's Not Me! Monday. Because that would be much too fun, and I am NOT about having fun, NO ma'am. I am all about sitting around the house, twiddling my thumbs, and staring at the walls...and NOT the computer screen where I'd get to read lots of hilarious things people did NOT do.

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Who...me??!!

Well, I can promise you right now--I have NOT ignored the weird smell coming from my washer, even though thoughts of mold, mildew, and dead animal?? are plaguing me. (Seriously, what IS that smell? Besides awful, I mean.)

I did NOT take off Gabriel's diaper to change it, realize I didn't have any clean diapers to put on him because they were all in the dryer, put him down, walk off to retrieve a diaper, and then THIRTY minutes later notice my child's bare bottom running through the house. You know. 'Cause I would certainly NEVER EVER be so distracted by a million other things going on that I would EVER be so forgetful as to not diaper my baby. Puh-leeeeze!

And when my sweet little Atticus hadn't...


...shall we say..."made a diaper" for several days, I did NOT decide that the Johnny Jump-Up would be the perfect activity for him.

And then when he proceeded to have a "blow-out" (because, you know how it goes...UP and OUT!) I had NO trouble whatsoever; instead, I handled it all with such grace and ease. I mean, I certainly WASN'T holding him over one arm while stripping him with the other hand...and making an even bigger mess. And after his bath (yes, a bath was required) when I realized that I got "smudged" right on the front of my shirt, I did NOT knowingly continue to wear the "christened" (though well-camouflaged) shirt. And most assuredly NOT to Saylor's ballet rehearsal.


I would NEVER do something so crass and disgusting! I am NOTHING if not the picture of cleanliness and politeness...which reminds me...

Back in the day when I was a pretty young thing (that's "PYT" for all you M.J. fans out there), oh around 12 or 13 I'd say, I would absolutely NEVER be drawn into burping contests with a couple of high school guys who used to hang out at my parents' house. I didn't learn a THING about how to burp as loud and long as humanly possible, and I most certainly NEVER won those burping contests against those two guys!!! How rude! (Oh, Chuck Doo, how I miss you. Ha!)

And one more thing: I have NOT allowed spilled milk (and some other mystery ingredient) in my fridge to remain there for goodness knows HOW long and get all crusty and cause jars and things to fuse themselves to the glass shelves. I ALWAYS keep my fridge perfectly spotless and full of only the freshest foods. That's just the way I am.

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Happy Mother's Day

Pause my Playlist (at the very bottom of the screen), if you will, and listen to the words of this song.


This is why I do what I do.

Happy Mother's Day, all you mommies out there who get not nearly enough sleep, fix countless meals, wash, clean, organize, run errands, and love on little people all day long. Don't EVER forget "you are changing the world...one little heartbeat at a time."

And...I love you, Mom. Sorry I'm not there with you.

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What I Would Have Said

A while ago I changed the first song on my Playlist. I think of Sharon (Nana) when I hear it, and I wanted to share it with you. Here are the lyrics:


Finally Home

by Mercy Me


I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck

And tell him that I’ve missed him.

And tell him all about the man that I became

And hope that it pleased him

There’s so much I want to say

There’s so much I want you to know

When I finally make it home

When I finally make it home

Then I’ll gaze upon the throne of the King

Frozen in my steps

And all the questions that I swore I would ask

Words just won’t come yet

So amazed at what I’ve seen

So much more than this old mind can hold

And the sweetest sound my ears have yet to hear

Voices of the angels



I never actually explained exactly what happened, did I? There actually aren't a whole lot of details, because even though she had cancer (lung and lymph node), she was doing quite well on her treatment plan. Even with the really tough chemo--she just kept bouncing back. Wednesday morning (April 8) she drove herself to a doctor's appointment where she had plans to meet up with her husband (aka Poppy) on his way home from his latest trip out (he's a railroader, by the way). While in the doctor's office, she started coughing. We were told that she began coughing up blood (which has happened before), but that it was a LOT. They rushed her to the ER, but it was too late. She had lost too much blood. They think she burst an artery. It all happened so fast. NOBODY was prepared for such a shock. (I just wanted to get that cleared up because I didn't want to leave the impression that she had lived with cancer for many, many years and had withered away to nothing, because God, in His mercy, didn't let it come to that for her.)

Though her wishes were for me to sing at her memorial service, and I was somehow able to get through THAT, I would have loved to have been able to speak, too. I knew I was in no shape to do such a thing, so I didn't attempt it, but I DID write something during our planning craziness--something to help ground me. So, this is what I would have said...


I had the best mother-in-law in the whole world. She genuinely cared what I thought, she always made me feel at home, she treated me like her own daughter, she encouraged me as a mother, she prayed for me and my little family, she made an effort to come visit us at our house, she was our babysitter countless, countless times, she knew the little quirky details about my personality (and liked me anyway), she inquired about my friends and family, she considered my likes and dislikes, she loved her grandchildren so much that they were like her medicine when they were near.

Holding Grandchild #5

I will never forget that she coined the phrase, "doot-doot'n-doo" to mean "extremely fancy," that she played "Best Jump Ever" with the kids, that she wanted them to think of "Nana's house" as the fun place to get dirty, go swimming, and maybe even have a little sugar (and still apologized to me for wanting to give it to them), that she bought way too much for all of us, that she and the kids always did "Double Love" when saying goodbye, that she worried about her own children (behind their backs), that she thought LUNCH--at Ihop (pancakes and all)--was the best, that she bragged about her grandchildren so that people who were never around them felt like they knew them anyway, that she took care of her aging parents with grace and joy, that she thoroughly enjoyed her QVC (ha!), that she glowed with the love of Christ through the worst kind of suffering, and that she withstood all of it because she was strong in the Lord and because of her great love for all of us.

I actually think I may be starting to grieve all over again. I feel it creeping up on me, as Mother's Day approaches. I know Paul and Wendy feel it so much more, but I--being the resident shopper of all things gift-related--am hating the fact that I don't have a Mother's Day gift for HER. In fact, the last time I was in Conway with her she told me that all she wanted from then on (and for any occasion) was pictures. I so wish I could give her what she wanted.

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