Tuesday, July 27, 2010


If you could watch your life on a movie screen and you’re in the audience, would you cringe at the way you speak to your family?

Harsh words can hurt.

Maybe if you could see the movie from that vantagepoint you might say…

No wonder we’ve grown apart
No wonder she doesn’t love me anymore, how could she even like me?
No wonder, no wonder, no wonder

God knew what he was doing when he placed in your life the people closest to you. They are your mission. Your parents, your spouse, your children…YOU are their missionary.

Maybe YOU are the person placed in someone’s life to teach, guard and guide…even at your own expense.

Life is bigger than just this.

Tender Mercy…can’t we all just be a little bit more kind?

Friday, July 23, 2010


I won't text at the table while we're eating if......

YOU won't blow your nose at the table while we're eating!

Thursday, July 15, 2010


Today somebody has a birthday and it's not me. Here's to you little sister who I have adored since you came into my life XXX years ago. I adore you today. You inspire me, make me laugh, make me cry, make me think, and make me want to be a better person.

If ever there was a person I would want to spend the rest of my life with...it is you.

I hope that in our old age we can live together in some little cottage and grow marijauna among our roses. And if by some chance we are unable to live in a cottage..then I hope we spend our last years together in a nursing home hiding old men's shoes and eyeglasses.

Happy Birthday Old Lady Randall!


What her daughter will look like.

Recently my old choir/cheerleader sponsor was going through some photos and sent me this one (left). I emailed it to bopeep and she emailed back with this response...."where did you find this picture of me sewing?"

"Ahem...this is a typewriter...not a sewing machine and that's not you...it's me!"

Love, nature, and time are a pleasure to be involved in.

Predicted words to her daughter..."Ahem...that's a slide, not a rocket runway...and that's not you...it's me!"

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


This is a story of a pecan tree.
There once was a pecan tree planted by a squirrel.
The pecan tree grew very very tall and beautiful.
Gardener sprayed weeds with roundup, which drifted to the pecan tree killing half of it.
Gardener’s wife thought it was ugly and wanted him to cut out the dead.
Gardner was offended and cut it almost all the way down leaving a 5 foot stump.
Gardener’s wife thought this was even uglier.
Gardner got mad and cut the tree down to the ground.
Gardener’s wife got mad at gardener for being unreasonable.
Time goes by.
The potentially beautiful pecan tree is gone.
Time goes by.
Flowers are watered and watered and watered.
Something amazing happens.
Roots underground are growing with no knowledge to gardener and his wife.
Spring arrives.
From the base of the dead stump many live healthy beautiful new vibrant shoots grow from written off pecan tree.
The tree has been alive all this time…waiting to grow..to thrive…to come back.
It’s back.
There are many lessons in this story. You choose the one you want for you.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


Today I celebrate my baby turning 21. Friday, July 7, 1989. Mattie Beatrice Davis. Friday's Child is loving and giving. And smart, and beautiful, and sweet and precious and the delight of my life. I wish I could be more like her. Good job God!

Thursday, July 1, 2010


To Whom it May Concern:

Yes I understand my voice mailbox is full.

Since in your 5th loooooooooong message to me you let me know that it was full, then I will let you know why.

I had one accidental butt call from bo-peep that lasted 4 minutes and the rest of them were YOU.


Oh my…I wasn’t ready for technology to come knocking in my noggin.

I barely wear shoes and I don’t want to carry a cell phone in my ear either…hippie, hobo, technology rebel.

But…when the Droids went on sale and we got 1 free with a purchase of 1, I agreed to take the free one and try it.


Over 85,000 applications. I need 2...call..hangup.

All I want is to be able to answer it without a major orchestration and avoid my mother’s calls ON OCCASION.

Don’t want to text, don’t want to get texted, don’t want Bach on my ring back…

It might be great to explore if I had some long hours driving to the mountains, but I’d rather look out the window. Or sitting in the airport for a 3 hour delay..but I’d rather read or watch nuts fiddle with their phones.

So…until sometime in the next few months, or even year…don’t call me…I avoid my Droid.