I Can Still Climb Trees..

...in a dress. I now do solemnly proclaim that it can be done, and I shall prove it with the following pictures! :D






During a recent discussion with a friend of mine, the subject turned to climbing trees...she proclaims it impossible to do in a dress, and I said it's quite possible, so this is in response...then the younger Miss Davis did such a good job with pics I decided to post some! :D
Ha! See Holly?? :D

I've always climbed trees...ever since I can remember, I've been in a tree, on a cliff, or generally in danger, with my dad right behind going,"You can go out further... a little bit more..." etc. :D Because of that, it annoyed me to no end when my girl friends all decided it was terribly bad to climb trees, as it was not directly associated with attracting boys. :P And I shant go there at all...except that's annoying and rid...oh, I said I wasn't going there. lulz
But I won't stop climbing trees.



It's been a busy month...or rather, a busy since-easter. :D

Easter our family on the Porter side all came up...we had a fun weekend visiting, locking each other in the barn, (that would NOT be the adults ;) ) just having a good time together! Grandaddy didn't feel well, but thankfully he's feeling better now!

The week after Easter (Can you tell I don't have a calender handy?), the Bailey family came up, so we could film the "Do Hard Things" documentury film!!!! Rather, Ben Bailey filmed it and I worked with a camera over my shoulder :D It was a lot of fun, a lot of work, and it will be so worth it!! Of it all, the actual testimony was the hardest to get done as we want it, and I don't think he was ever actually pleased with it. ;) For some reason, being behind the camera made him laugh, which was most alarming...and resulted in a very helpful remark from myself... " Doing hard things is always wond---- would you please cut that out?! I'm assuming that's not going on the film. :D
It was great to see Christina again! She's always been one of my "secret rolemodels"..I guess not so secret anymore, but she's one wonderful young lady! It was good to see her again! Maybe someday I'll get pictures to post...sound good? :D


Two weeks after that ( Quite rolling your eyes at me, lulz) Our gospel meeting preacher stayed with us for a week! He's amazing...the only person I know who was preaching full time at 17! He has 3 kids now, and all I have time to say now is he is one amazing person!

Until next time my friends... adious!



Byeee! How are ya'll? Leave me a note please! :D

Something I wrote. Don't scream, please!

i wrote this here poem below...and guess what? It was published! YES!

The Difference

The Christian shuts his eyes at pornography. The world looks closer.
The Christian rebukes the joker. The world eggs it on.
The Christian studies his Bible. The Enquirer better suits the world.
The Christian sings hymns. The world likes rap and punk.
The Christian is baptized in water. THe world is baptized in wine.
The Christian goes to church. THe world goes to golf.
The Christian says Christ's our standard. The world prefers Obama.
The Christian upholds standerds. The world knocks them down.
The christian upholds purity. The world abhors it.
The Christian is happy. The world is miserable.
One stands, the other falls.
Where are you?

What do you think?

If You Don't Like Sarcasm...Don't Read This!

Disclaimer: I'm not quite finished with this article yet. One of these days I'm going to work on it just a bit more...I'd love to hear your opinion on it also! :)

My rant on "safety" rules is titled....drumroll please...


My Parents Hate Me
Well, I found out something amazing today! You see, I didn’t know it, but my parents are insane! It’s so funny I never noticed it before, but all that time Daddy was in medical school and Mum was teaching, they had lost their minds!
You see, I’ve been reading this real informative book on child safety, and it really looks like we were abused. All that cool stuff we did, it was so un-American. I wonder if they are Communists?
It all started when me and Dad went rock climbing. Now, in West Virginia, when you go rock climbing, you better be careful, or you could end up in the morgue. It sounds really fun, but I can’t remember much, seeing I was three. And, to prepare me, he actually had the audacity to teach me strict obedience! No wonder I’ve turned out so weird!!
But, they were always like that. They actually let me go hiking all by myself, in the pasture where the big bull hangs around, out in old barns, ( Okay, Mum didn’t encourage that,) and hanging out around creeks. I go off for hours with no adult supervision or even planned activities! What are they thinking, they even let me go without a cell phone!
Yes, they even let me have a gun and a bayonet, presumably… they wanted me to be a serial killer, since that is the only reason this little book said anybody would want to have guns. Well, I mean John Wayne maybe, but what would I want one for? The temptation to shoot people has never been that strong, but you never know. One of these days I’ll just snap and shoot everybody in sight! Not that there is anybody in sight..
Yeah, they are abusers alright. They let me get up at five o’clock every morning and go milk my cow! Don’t they know it’s violating rule # 67 to let your child work alone in the barn? With a cow? Don’t we all know how cows turn on people and kill them? It’s better to keep a pet gorilla then a cow! I’d say they think we should work. What a ridiculous idea of theirs!
Well, if you haven’t fainted yet, there’s more. One day, when I was 15, those parents of mine left the house at night, they said to buy my sister a bicycle, and we were all by ourselves for almost two hours! Since I read this little booklet, now I know that if we had only looked out the window, we would have seen rapists and burglars and who knows what all….we were just to ignorant. Wow, if only I had known!
Yeah, I know a lot more now. I didn’t know all the danger I was in, and I’ll have to let them know. Let me see….whom shall I contact first? Child Protective Services or the Sheriff?
It’s not about being safe, it’s about looking safe.