I just found this pic, I love it...
5/10/08
5/3/08
May third Go Davis's
Today was so fun. We woke up and did our chores, went to the bankfor free cookies and bank stuff and then went to the saturday morning kids workshop at the Home Depot. When we left there were some awesome cars at a car show so we stopped to take a look. Then, home for some boring lunch and then off to go see Iron Man. We had to cover eyes in a few parts, but other than that it was awesome. Mom even said she didnt want to be wolverine for christmas anymore that she wanted to be Iron man instead, weird but funny as usual. We went to walmart and had the best round of rhyming contest ever and Joey won. Ashley got some pink and white crocks. Joey talked mom into getting some popcorn chicken. Missy said a lady in the bathroom asked her if she was playing a game to pretend she was blind, and then Missy said Oh I actually am blind and the lady said bless your heart! You were doing a great job of it! We rode bikes since the rain stopped and then hung out and laughed at some funny stuff on the t.v. It was one of the best davis days. Mom said she is trying to keep her mind busy. I think it will be fun to have church tomorrow and then sino de mayo on monday night. We are going to get a piniata. I hope candy flys everywhere like a tornado and gets in all the queso dip. 
That is it for now. GO DAVIS's!!!!!!!
That is it for now. GO DAVIS's!!!!!!!5/2/08
2/9/08
Jumping out of a plane
So, I am on my way into a LDS singles dance with a group of friends, when Shane turns to me and says he is not going in. I asked why and he explained that it would be like me jumping out of a plane for him to go through the agony of being with so many Mormons in one room. We talked for a little while and then somehow he got me to promise to go skydiving if he came into the dance. I was thinking that would be easy to avoid until he showed up the next Saturday morning ready to take me skydiving.
It was going to be a crazy day...my favorite part was signing my life away on the dotted line at the end of a 2 page disclaimer. No wait I am lying, My favorite part was the instructor. He was from Australia so his accent made the phrase "pilot chute" sound like "Pile O' Sh$%". So yeah I basically just tried everything I could not to giggle and didn't listen to a word he was saying...even though my life was to depend on it shortly...
Once it seemed like we were either bored of being trained or ready to jump out of a plane solo...they loaded us in this incredibly small plane. I wish I knew the make and model, suffice it to say it had one seat for the pilot, and four seatbelts on the floor. Yeah, we took off on our knees. After the first two jumpers leaped out, The pilot said "Say your prayers !" I replied, " I cant pray right now, Heavenly Father doesn't want me to jump out of a plane!?"
Well I said my little sorry but please help me anyway? prayer and moved toward the open door. The instructor was there and did a quick sum up of the motions to release the second parachute and said not to die or something, I was still giggling. I then reached out for the wing bar that attaches the wing to the plane and was like a dragonfly hanging on to a rear view mirror of a speeding car.
I then changed my mind. I didn't want to do it anymore. I considered how I could possibly defeat laws of physics and climb back into the plane. t hen the instructor was screaming at me to let go or hed pull my fingers.......and like that it was quiet...I was in the middle of the sky all alone The pressure from the pile O' shit pulled the rest of the chute out of the backpack and I seemed to start going upwards again as a beautiful arch formed above me. I played with the strings a little and did some turns. It was a breathtaking view, the worlds curve highlighted by the glow of the early evening sunset. The air was warm and I felt free as a bird.
The ground came up faster then they even described it would...and then as I pulled slightly up for a gentle landing, my feet touched the ground...the muddy ground!? I somehow ended up in the only muddy spot of a 12 acre field. Just when I thought I had aced the landing, my parachute decided to drag me through the mud. I picked myself up and headed back to the building with my parachute dragging behind me, I imagined I looked like a 50 cent parachute toy after a muddy play date.
This is the part where I tell you I would never do this again, (maybe). And warn my kids that if they ever have to be this reckless to do missionary work with their friends that they should tell me about it after when they get home so I don't have to spend all day worrying. ;)
It was going to be a crazy day...my favorite part was signing my life away on the dotted line at the end of a 2 page disclaimer. No wait I am lying, My favorite part was the instructor. He was from Australia so his accent made the phrase "pilot chute" sound like "Pile O' Sh$%". So yeah I basically just tried everything I could not to giggle and didn't listen to a word he was saying...even though my life was to depend on it shortly...
Once it seemed like we were either bored of being trained or ready to jump out of a plane solo...they loaded us in this incredibly small plane. I wish I knew the make and model, suffice it to say it had one seat for the pilot, and four seatbelts on the floor. Yeah, we took off on our knees. After the first two jumpers leaped out, The pilot said "Say your prayers !" I replied, " I cant pray right now, Heavenly Father doesn't want me to jump out of a plane!?"
Well I said my little sorry but please help me anyway? prayer and moved toward the open door. The instructor was there and did a quick sum up of the motions to release the second parachute and said not to die or something, I was still giggling. I then reached out for the wing bar that attaches the wing to the plane and was like a dragonfly hanging on to a rear view mirror of a speeding car.
I then changed my mind. I didn't want to do it anymore. I considered how I could possibly defeat laws of physics and climb back into the plane. t hen the instructor was screaming at me to let go or hed pull my fingers.......and like that it was quiet...I was in the middle of the sky all alone The pressure from the pile O' shit pulled the rest of the chute out of the backpack and I seemed to start going upwards again as a beautiful arch formed above me. I played with the strings a little and did some turns. It was a breathtaking view, the worlds curve highlighted by the glow of the early evening sunset. The air was warm and I felt free as a bird.
The ground came up faster then they even described it would...and then as I pulled slightly up for a gentle landing, my feet touched the ground...the muddy ground!? I somehow ended up in the only muddy spot of a 12 acre field. Just when I thought I had aced the landing, my parachute decided to drag me through the mud. I picked myself up and headed back to the building with my parachute dragging behind me, I imagined I looked like a 50 cent parachute toy after a muddy play date.
This is the part where I tell you I would never do this again, (maybe). And warn my kids that if they ever have to be this reckless to do missionary work with their friends that they should tell me about it after when they get home so I don't have to spend all day worrying. ;)
1/9/08
The lonley little petunia in an onion patch
When the relief society president called and asked me if I would give a talk at a special function titled "Bloom where you are planted" I considered it a practical joke, but after my short laugh and her lack of response, I said sure I'll do it.
I am going to just let you imagine you are a member of the audience...it went something like this...
Sisters, I am so glad to be a part of this crowd and find myself spending a lot of time admiring your beauty and kindness... I wanted so much to share something special and inspiring with you today so I worked really hard searching out the best quotes and then started to write down my feelings about my own life.............................................................and how I am blooming where I have been planted. My creation was not inspiring at all but rather dark and gloomy. So,. I have decided instead to share a little musical number to tell the story of someone else who had a similar situation........hit it Marie (Marie the talented on call at the piano started with a Comically melancholy intro...and I began to sing...
Of all the saddest words that I have ever heard, the saddest is the story told me by a bird, he had spent about an hour a chatting with a flower, and here's the tale the flower told.....
OOOOOOOOOOOh, Im a Lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch, I am a wonly wittle petunia in an onion patch and all I do is cry all day.....Booo hooo, booo hooo, the airs so strong it takes my breath away....quite away.
WHO put me in this bed, I'll bet his face is red, I call him down with every teardrop that I shed, If I ever had him here, Id take him by the ear....and make him share my misery........
OOOOOOOOOOOh, Im a Lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch, I am a wonly wittle petunia in an onion patch and all I do is cry all day.....Booo hooo, booo hooo, the airs so strong it takes my breath away....quite away.
It gave everone a good laugh, and yeah I eventually learned to smile through my life's challanges...or maybe just learned to hold my nose a little better.
I am going to just let you imagine you are a member of the audience...it went something like this...
Sisters, I am so glad to be a part of this crowd and find myself spending a lot of time admiring your beauty and kindness... I wanted so much to share something special and inspiring with you today so I worked really hard searching out the best quotes and then started to write down my feelings about my own life.............................................................and how I am blooming where I have been planted. My creation was not inspiring at all but rather dark and gloomy. So,. I have decided instead to share a little musical number to tell the story of someone else who had a similar situation........hit it Marie (Marie the talented on call at the piano started with a Comically melancholy intro...and I began to sing...
Of all the saddest words that I have ever heard, the saddest is the story told me by a bird, he had spent about an hour a chatting with a flower, and here's the tale the flower told.....
OOOOOOOOOOOh, Im a Lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch, I am a wonly wittle petunia in an onion patch and all I do is cry all day.....Booo hooo, booo hooo, the airs so strong it takes my breath away....quite away.
WHO put me in this bed, I'll bet his face is red, I call him down with every teardrop that I shed, If I ever had him here, Id take him by the ear....and make him share my misery........
OOOOOOOOOOOh, Im a Lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch, I am a wonly wittle petunia in an onion patch and all I do is cry all day.....Booo hooo, booo hooo, the airs so strong it takes my breath away....quite away.
It gave everone a good laugh, and yeah I eventually learned to smile through my life's challanges...or maybe just learned to hold my nose a little better.
12/28/07
Cheers to the guy who made me LOL
Cheers to the guy who made me LOL this morning with this most hillarious profile description.......
I live in a spacious one bedroom apartment with bad plumbing. I'm a Heart patient with no insurance. I'm here to pick up Babes. I'm old, I've got no money, and I've got bad teeth. I think like all men and want the babes to come running my way. I've found that I like California Babes best of all. I like my women large and in charge. I do have a Discover Card so I can travel across the country to meet you. My fifth wife said I was a great lover so I've learned something with my past marriages. All I can say is good things about all my ex-wives. I convinced each one of them that they were to good for me. I spent months telling them how beautiful they were and how they could have any man they wanted. When I'm with a woman I try and do everything I can to build their confidence. Now the question is if I'm such a great guy why don't I have a woman. It could be that I'm a legend in my own mind. If you've read enough profiles on Mingle you know that most guys are full of crap. I'm no different. If you pick me to be your next man I'll do everything I can to please you. I know how to wash dishes, do laundry, paint and take out the trash. All I ask is that you keep your hands off the remote. I don't care what color the curtains are or the kitchen cabinets. It doesn't matter what carpet you pick or what we eat for supper. Just keep your hands off the remote. I control the TV at all times. I've got three job interviews this week so it won't be long before I've got a job. I'll be getting my drivers license back in December of 2009. I've got a brand new bicycle that you will be free to use anytime you want. My favorite candy is Peanut M&Ms and my favorite cookie is Oreos. I can't take you to the Temple but we can go to Las Vegas and get crazy. The ideal honeymoon would be a few nights at the Crown Reef Hotel in Myrtle Beach. Then we fly Hooter's Air direct to Las Vegas for a few days of fun. Then fly back to Myrtle Beach and spend more time at Hooter's watching the NASCAR race. By this time you should be thinking I'm a real creep....you're right. But I'm the only truly honest guy on this website. I hope you realize that I'm trying to be funny. I'm not really a total jerk. I've just gotten a kick out of reading guy's profiles. I have to laugh at the stuff they think women are looking for.
I live in a spacious one bedroom apartment with bad plumbing. I'm a Heart patient with no insurance. I'm here to pick up Babes. I'm old, I've got no money, and I've got bad teeth. I think like all men and want the babes to come running my way. I've found that I like California Babes best of all. I like my women large and in charge. I do have a Discover Card so I can travel across the country to meet you. My fifth wife said I was a great lover so I've learned something with my past marriages. All I can say is good things about all my ex-wives. I convinced each one of them that they were to good for me. I spent months telling them how beautiful they were and how they could have any man they wanted. When I'm with a woman I try and do everything I can to build their confidence. Now the question is if I'm such a great guy why don't I have a woman. It could be that I'm a legend in my own mind. If you've read enough profiles on Mingle you know that most guys are full of crap. I'm no different. If you pick me to be your next man I'll do everything I can to please you. I know how to wash dishes, do laundry, paint and take out the trash. All I ask is that you keep your hands off the remote. I don't care what color the curtains are or the kitchen cabinets. It doesn't matter what carpet you pick or what we eat for supper. Just keep your hands off the remote. I control the TV at all times. I've got three job interviews this week so it won't be long before I've got a job. I'll be getting my drivers license back in December of 2009. I've got a brand new bicycle that you will be free to use anytime you want. My favorite candy is Peanut M&Ms and my favorite cookie is Oreos. I can't take you to the Temple but we can go to Las Vegas and get crazy. The ideal honeymoon would be a few nights at the Crown Reef Hotel in Myrtle Beach. Then we fly Hooter's Air direct to Las Vegas for a few days of fun. Then fly back to Myrtle Beach and spend more time at Hooter's watching the NASCAR race. By this time you should be thinking I'm a real creep....you're right. But I'm the only truly honest guy on this website. I hope you realize that I'm trying to be funny. I'm not really a total jerk. I've just gotten a kick out of reading guy's profiles. I have to laugh at the stuff they think women are looking for.
11/23/07
G-strings,motorbikes, mormon rap
When Mum and Dad planned the relaxing family vacation in Palm Springs, CA, I do not think they considered how much we would learn vacationing with a bunch of college students on Spring Break.
I was like 13 years old and used to heading down to the pool with Lala, but once Dad realized the Wrestling team and their Thong-ish swim wear shared our pool, he practically started holding our hands again.....I kept my sunglasses on cause mom was giving me that "HOW DARE YOU look at boys!!!" look that was usually reserved for anytime I looked up at the boys passing the sacrament... G'osh!
Anyways I wish to state that I was honestly looking at their muscle-y backs...It didn't matter where we were either...Even at McDonald's, they were all barely dressed...I know now why my mom lost her appetite...eeewwww, do I have to sit there? So to give you a little more feel for what this was like...imagine the all day traffic Jam with various convertibles, street bikes(and their toppings) and their cool music blarring and then in the middle of it all, a Large blue van with UN tinted windows and my mom actually thinking she can stop my dad from watching the other cars and their contents...this gets worse...My little sis Sasa, deciding that this is the perfect time to make her 'karaoke star debut' leans over toward the flared out open window right in front of me(don't forget to imagine the Un tinted windows) Her back ground music had just pulled up right next to us on a electric blue street bike with this Huge guy and his little girlfriend on the back...they both looked over just in time for Sasa to Join their rap beat with the LOUDEST rendition of Mormon Rap....ever. I was split 50/50 and spent the Laughter on the floor of the Van while pleading for my existence to cease...the van did not move and no one seemed to stop her...I do not know how this is still not happening right now cause I thought It would never end...
I was like 13 years old and used to heading down to the pool with Lala, but once Dad realized the Wrestling team and their Thong-ish swim wear shared our pool, he practically started holding our hands again.....I kept my sunglasses on cause mom was giving me that "HOW DARE YOU look at boys!!!" look that was usually reserved for anytime I looked up at the boys passing the sacrament... G'osh!
Anyways I wish to state that I was honestly looking at their muscle-y backs...It didn't matter where we were either...Even at McDonald's, they were all barely dressed...I know now why my mom lost her appetite...eeewwww, do I have to sit there? So to give you a little more feel for what this was like...imagine the all day traffic Jam with various convertibles, street bikes(and their toppings) and their cool music blarring and then in the middle of it all, a Large blue van with UN tinted windows and my mom actually thinking she can stop my dad from watching the other cars and their contents...this gets worse...My little sis Sasa, deciding that this is the perfect time to make her 'karaoke star debut' leans over toward the flared out open window right in front of me(don't forget to imagine the Un tinted windows) Her back ground music had just pulled up right next to us on a electric blue street bike with this Huge guy and his little girlfriend on the back...they both looked over just in time for Sasa to Join their rap beat with the LOUDEST rendition of Mormon Rap....ever. I was split 50/50 and spent the Laughter on the floor of the Van while pleading for my existence to cease...the van did not move and no one seemed to stop her...I do not know how this is still not happening right now cause I thought It would never end...
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