The Satellite Office

The Davis 4 has temporarily moved to our satellite office... aka I'm having lunch at Panera, today. When I walked in with my laptop, granted it was in one of Grey's briefcase bags complete with a pack of generic crayons in the front pocket, I felt like I had such purpose. I felt the laptop said "working lunch". That I was here for greater things than just fueling my addiction to french baguettes not to mention the tea to which I generously spike with Splenda. (I'm all about the healthy lifestyle..well, for today, anyway.) For all anybody knows I could be balancing the National Budget, solving world hunger, or writing the next great novel that high school seniors will be forced to read and write term papers on. To keep the mystery alive I've got my back and screen facing the wall. The true nature of my writings would probably shatter the aforementioned possibilities. Hold on just a second while I pause, tilt my head slightly, gaze off into the distance, lay my hand slightly against my mouth as if in deep thought and then resume typing. I have to keep my audience/fellow diners intrigued. Well, I was going to write something deep and meaningful or perhaps inspiring, but I just finished my gigantic tea and I have to got to the bathroom ,and I'm not leaving my laptop unattended. So until next time......

Should I Be Worried?

I'm concerned about Mac's relationship with his Blackberry.

I think a line may have been crossed.

Happy Birthday, Mac!

Happy Birthday, Mac!

One of Mac's birthday gifts was tickets to the Astros vs Rockies game. We had a great time, especially when there was a controversial call late in the game. We stood up, booed, yelled, and threw our hands up in disgust and even applauded with pride when the Astros manager got thrown out 'cause they're supposed to get thrown out arguing over such injustice. Honestly, we couldn't see if it was a bad call or not, but it was fun to be a part of the angry mob. After the fans simmered down, Mac looked at me and said, "That was great! What a stress reliever." And that was the main reason I got him the tickets.

Here we are sporting our "free to the first 10,000 fans" black Astros hats. As Mac says "if it's free, it's me." We sure needed them with our 1st baseline tickets facing the setting sun.

The massive glare in the corner of the picture is the sun. It took it's sweet time dipping behind that building.

Technical Difficulties

Ok, so we had some technical difficulties today here at The Davis 4 corporate office. I was trying to post the 2nd and final Elvis installment when all of a sudden my sidebar either went on strike, ran off with my footer, was amputated in some horrible fashion, or just od'ed on Elvis. Whatever the case, it was gone, and I was, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it, in GREAT DESPAIR. This blog is like one of my children. I'm not saying it's my favorite child. I'm just saying it's a tight race. Fortunately, The Davis 4 Emergency Response Team went into action....Translation: I emailed my fantabulous (Holland and I use that word when "fabulous" just isn't enough.) blog designer, Lindsay at Splat designs, who did all of my MSU blog design and recently updated the photos in my header which nobody has bothered to comment on. Hello? Anyway, she fixed it! I was totally dancing around the house singing, "go Lindsay, go Lindsay, go Lindsay". Of course, wild dancing and singing is pretty much the norm at this house. It's nothing for us to break into the"cabbage patch", or "roger rabbit", and usually for no reason at all. But watch out, if we have a reason. Anywho, I have added Lindsay to my Favorite People of All Time list which is an automatic in to the Christmas List which means one of you family members got bumped. Just consider it your personal sacrifice to The Davis 4 blog.


So, if you would like to see the latest Elvis commercial, it is in the sidebar, if the sidebar is still there, under videos and slideshows. The original title of the post was:

"Just When The City Of Victoria Thought It Was Safe To Turn On Their TVs Again..."

Elvis Has Not Left The Blog

If you missed Mac's Elvis commercial or for some reason you want to watch it again, don't panic. It's not gone or banned from blogger. It just has a new home. You can find the commercial in the sidebar under Videos and Slideshows. I didn't realize when I had the template designed I was going to need a category for commercials. Very shortsighted on my part. Clearly, someone in this family was bound for the entertainment industry or at least the 6:00 news.
So, scroll on down and click on the link, and you'll be set. Also, this version is a lot larger than the original post. I thought you might want to know that so you can prepare yourself.

Not So Smokin' Fast

So, we had the 2008 AWANA Grand Prix races. This year there were some changes to the competition. Instead of receiving a block of wood and designing, sanding, cutting, yada yada yada, the kids chose from about 10 precut models, and then all they had to do was decorate it. The underlying message was: Parents keep your hands off and let the kids do it. You know last year, we enlisted the services of an engineer/friend who helped create "Gator Raid". Oh, fond memories there.

So, anyway Grey chooses his model type and sets out to paint it, only the design in his head was a bit ambitious. I'm not sure even Michelangelo could have translated that vision from his head to the car. So, we had to regroup and come up with a new design plan. We found this smoke "skin" and some flame rub-ons, that were very 8-year old friendly. Stick it on, apply water with a sponge and peel off the backing. If only the wheels and axles had been that easy. Let's just say we had some issues that required some wood bonding glue that left us with a bum wheel. It's a good thing Grey was happy with the way it looked 'cause it had a dismal showing at the races. I was sitting by the track just willing it to cross the finish line. I think Grey has since "let me go" from his pit crew.

At least Holland will hire me for her pit crew for next year. I think she's interested in participating next year since the Grand Champion this year was a Cinderella car complete with a plastic Cinderella behind the wheel. Not only did Cinderella smoke the competition, she did it with fashion sense and not a single hair out of place. That's my kind of racing.

actual speed of car shown

What You All Have Been Waiting For....

Dare I say it.......the floor is now open for comments.

Soccer Daze

After basketball ended, which by the way was a lot of fun and the Red Raiders ended with a 5-2 record, I had the perfect opportunity to take a couple of months off from sports. Did I use the opportunity wisely? Of course not. I asked Grey if he wanted to play soccer at the church where he just wrapped up his basketball season, and he said, yes. (Man, the kid loves to be doing something. That definitely comes from his father.) So, here we are once again on the soccer field which by the way, this church has the most beautiful soccer/softball fields. I mean I just want to roll in this grass. The fields at our church are new and well, rough. There are dips and holes, ant hills and the eternal mud puddle. Seriously, if it rains 2 towns over, a mud puddle spontaneously forms in the middle of one of our fields. But Grey, being a typical boy, actually loves a little mud in his game. Of course, the floormats in my truck have seen better days.
But I digress, but then again I always digress. See, there I go again.
Anyway, his team is the Galaxy and the first game is this Saturday so we'll get to see just what this team is made of.
Holland is really into soccer practice. (Excuse me, let me wipe up some of that sarcasm I spilled.) Half the time I don't tell her where we're going 'cause it always brings out the drama. She gives this dramatic sigh and a, "(insert sport here), not again! I'm tired of Grey's (insert sport here)." Hand to the forehead, then head to her lap. Curtain falls.

That's Grey in the back, not the one with the long hair, cause, that just isn't happening.

I'm not sure if he's saying the pledge or if that's some new soccer move.

After answering 4000 questions about the sky, I gave Holland my camera to entertain herself with. It bought me 20 minutes of peace. This picture is much better than the one of my left nostril.

Playgroup In The Hot Tub........Rated G

Playgroup hit the hot tub at Mia's house this week. Ok, it was more like the warm tub because it was only heated to a nice bath water temperature.
Perfect for this crew, especially since none of us moms was putting on a swimsuit and getting in the swimming pool.

Holland, Mia, and Kendall

All they need now are some cold Capri Suns and a couple of cabana boys......

Trying to make a whirlpool.

Having lost their first tooth within a couple of days of each other, Faith and Holland proudly show off their gaps. Being toothless is all the rage around here.

Lovin' the hot tub and being outside...until she saw a bug and called it quits and went inside to play by herself. Yet another fun outdoor activity cut short by a bug. I wonder what she will think when she finds out her grandfather is a famous entomologist. (you're gonna have to look that word up, just like everyone else.)

After some hot tubbing, the assembly line of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches was set into motion....

Thanks, Mia for having us over. Of course now it's going to be hard to go to the park after this. The bar for playgroups has been raised.