Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Deep in the South

By: Samantha S. Daviss

There is only one place I was meant to live and that is the South, nay Texas. I have lived in all the major cities of Texas, but I have also lived outside of Texas, like Louisiana and Minnesota, and a short time abroad. But Texas has been and will always be my home.

There is just something about the people here, the wide open space, and the comradery found in Texas. Whether you are in a big city or a small town, there is a pride that exudes from living in Texas. But with that pride comes some pretty funny antics, which we as Texans wouldn’t even think about twice.

Like for example, I picked my oldest son up the other day from school and in the back of my car (unloaded, safe, and in a locked carrying case of course) was his 20-guage shotgun to go dove hunting with that afternoon. No there aren’t too many states where the mom is picking the kids up from school with a shotgun in the back of her car.

Or this week at school is homecoming week and one of the fun dress-up days Camouflage Day. Are we staring to see a theme here in this state? I think so. And there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t see a pickup truck driving down the road pulling a trailer with at least 2 if not 3 Rangers or 4-wheelers.

And I am pretty sure that it has become a passed state law that every fisherman, boater, hunter, worker, or just a guy in a pickup truck has to have a Yeti cooler with them at all times. Hunting, outdoors, and beer are a requirement to live within the state lines of Texas. Just like football, hunting is a season all in itself. It doesn’t matter what the game is, if it flies it dies, if it runs it falls…regardless it doesn’t have a chance.

Another part of living in Texas is not to be shocked when you are driving down the road and see a herd of longhorns or even cattle loose on the road wandering around. It is all in a day of being a Texan.

But recently one of my most favorite and funniest things I have ever seen had to do with road kill. We all know what road kill is…it’s the poor animals that didn’t have a chance trying to cross the road or highway at one point in time or another. My job takes me out on some back roads in the surrounding counties, so I see a lot of things that shock me. They shouldn’t, but I still get taken back sometimes, and this was my favorite.

I was driving down a decent highway that had just been freshly painted with new lines, and I noticed an irregularity in the paint at one point. At second glance I noticed that the highway workers had painted a fresh line right over the top of some road kill that had been left on the side of the road. I don’t know why this struck me as so hilarious, but it did. Because only in the state of Texas can you find freshly painted and adorned road kill and it is ok.

So with the odd comes the funny. You can’t explain Texas to an outsider, and an outsider certainly can’t understand some of the habits of the Lone Star State, but I wouldn’t trade my life here for anything.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

So many moms

By: Samantha S Daviss

Well another summer in the books and another school year to get geared up for. As I pack their lunches and try to get our morning routine down, I realize I am not one of those moms that is envied at school, but after I explain to you why I look the way I do in the hallways you will actually want to come running and offer me a beverage (of the adult sort) to put me at ease.

I want to say I get up early to spend some “me time” either reading a book, drinking my coffee, or going for a brisk exercise induced walk…but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The truth is I get up at 5:45 am; leave the house by 6:10 so my oldest son can make it to football practice on time (with the little ones strapped in the back of the car on pallets so they can continue sleeping since I yanked them out of bed at 6 am); then we return home around 6:45 am, I get the middle one dressed and fed so we can leave the house by 7:25am and return back to where we just were an hour earlier to get him to kindergarten on time; and then it’s just the little one and me, so we come home and I feed him and dress him and two days a week get him to his mother’s morning out by 8:30; and finally I get to return home to jump in the shower throw my clothes on and be out the door by 9:15 to get to the office. So by the time most folks are loading up to head out for the first time, I have already made three trips.

But every morning walking your kiddo into school you see all types of moms. There are the “together moms”, the “group moms”, the “fit moms”, the “PJ moms”, the “hungry moms”, and the “I tried moms”. I feel like I fit into the latter category.

I am definitely not the “together mom”. She’s the one that is super perky in the mornings and has been up since 4:30am with her hair washed and styled, her makeup on, and her adorable coordinating outfit on complete with matching accessories. You have to understand, after working all day, being an after school taxi service, and chasing three boys around…I need sleep. Therefore I will never get up to be cute for you people at 4:30 in the morning. The only time I am up that early is to catch a flight to Rome.

Then there are the “group moms”. They are the ones that are so together, they have completely coordinated their day together, and already have a coffee break scheduled after they drop the kids off. I only wish I could remember to call my friends, let alone set up a coffee meeting with them. Ahhh to sit and talk with my girls in the morning….that would be lovely. But no, I am like the Army, I have done more before 9am than most do all day.

And the “fit moms”…oh how I envy you. But that goes back to the fact that I will never give up my sleep time. You are also the perky ones that are up and at ‘em by 4:30 or 5am in your cute little jogging outfits. While I am still asleep in bed, mouth guard in, only dreaming of fitting back into last year’s jeans.

But who can forget the “PJ moms”? There are days that I teeter on this description. But I have promised my boys I will never drop them off (any more) in my PJs or without the appropriate under garments on (if you catch my drift). After all, your PJs are soft and fluffy for bed, not for public; my boys don’t want to see me in PJs or without under garments, why would all the other parents?

Then there are the “hungry moms”. They have shelves of recipe books, the most clouded Pinterest account, and yet they can fit into my right pant leg. Again with the energy, the cute workout outfit, and all smiles bounding into the school. Who are you people? You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and all you do is workout, yet you are still happy…I need some of what you all have.

And the final category…the “I tried moms”. Yep this is me. I tried to look descent “But hey listen! I’ve been up since before dawn, making lunches, getting people dressed, brushing teeth, and loading kids in and out of the car.” So in my mind, you people staring at me in the hallway with my mascara not completely washed off from the night before, my hair in the same wad as it was when I went to sleep, and my oversized t-shirt on over my leggings. To you I say, just be grateful I am dressed and am wearing the appropriate under garment.

Whatever mom you are, God bless you. Because every mom, no matter her routine, her energy, or her approach to motherhood is fantastic; and it is the toughest job you will never receive a paycheck for except through lots of hugs and kisses and late night snuggles.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

By: Samantha S. Daviss

I have always said that I was meant to be a “boy mom”. And I am sure glad I feel that way with three little boys running around my house, plus all of their friends. In fact we have designed our new house with nothing but boys in mind.

It is going to be a great “forever home”, but we have also been quite aware of all the boys, dirt and noise that is going to be traveling through our new home to build upon so many great memories in the years to come. We have even designed it in hopes that one day it is filled with tons of grandchildren running around and making lots of noise and having fun.

But as they say “Little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice”; while “Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails are what little boys are made of”. And it is so very true.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t come home to shoes everywhere in the house, dirty clothes, and empty snack bowls. But the best part of my day is coming home to a new invention or creation by my guys. It is either built out of Legos, building blocks or just items they have found around the house. One summer our oldest had a broken arm, and to keep himself entertained he would build these amazing Lego systems that transformed from thousands of pieces into amazing objects like airplanes, or cars, or trucks.

The middle one right now is big into creating a scene. Just the other night he built and created an entire restaurant to offer us food, ice cream, pizza, you name it he had it there. But not only was the food there, so were all the walls and chairs and everything a restaurant might need.

And the little one is into inventing. He can connect, attached, build or create anything with a truck, a dog leash, and some twigs. And he is all set with a brand new airport, race track, you name it he can invent it. He has always been my block stacker and creator, even as a baby.

Even though sometimes at night I am utterly exhausted and just want to fall into my bed, I realize I have to move the ray gun, the dump truck, and the bike helmet off my bed before I can snuggle down for a good night’s rest. But deep down, even though there are those nights I just want to go to bed, I know I will miss all the toys, the messes and memories of these guys using their imaginations all the time.

But last night I hit an all-time new…I can’t say low, or high, but it was new. After my husband and I finished talking about our day and getting caught up, I rolled over to fall asleep and something brushed up against my leg. I reached down to pull it out and turned on the lamp, and found that I had a twig in my bed. So you may think that I am the worst housekeeper on the planet, or that I live with a bunch of little boys. And I have to say I am going to go with the latter. Little boys are sweet, loving, precocious, inventive and just fun to watch and be around, but you never know what they may leave in their wake of destruction.

I cherish every day I have them at home with me, they are my light, my smile and my happiness; even if I do happen to find nature in the foot of my bed every once in a while.