
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Car Ride
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Food Wise
with wisdom in your heart,
Have wisdom in the choice you make,
each time you take a part.
Have wisdom for the lame,
who without you have no voice.
Have wisdom of the suffering,
Their life left to exploit.
Have wisdom in the money,
changing people into slaves.
Is convenience really worth it,
do we know the price we pay.
To live the Word of Wisdom,
there's a promise for our day.
When we live with Wise Traditions
healthy livings here to stay.
Kristen Davis 9/3/2010
I recently watched "Food Inc." which is a documentary about our food industry in America. I saw chickens in dark filthy chicken houses that completely lacked the strength to stand up due to the hormones they are given to speed up the growth of their breast meat. These hormones leave their other organs including their lungs underdeveloped. Most of the chickens only have energy to sit in their poop and struggle to breath. I know it's easy to say, "it's just a chicken" but I believe that everything on this earth was created by God and that we should have thanksgiving in all that we are given and treat everything with respect! I also saw cows being bull dosed with a tractor because their legs were so maimed from standing in one place they could no longer walk. I can help right now is to support the local farmers in our area and have started buying raw milk and eggs from this farmer. Since then I have also come across an organization called Weston A Price Foundation. I'm learning how to bring back the wise traditions of cooking the way our ancestors did, before all the industrialization and money became the driving force in our American food. I'm not going to change everything overnight and I know it's going to take time for me to break old habits. I'm taking it one step at a time and looking forward to being healthier and healing my body from chronic pain.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Food Production in America
Monday, January 11, 2010
Boogie Time

Saturday, January 2, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Christmas 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thanksgiving in North Carolina
We had a great time in North Carolina at the Zellers. Good to see Mom Davis too, she flew down from Mass. We were also able to see Gabe and Alejandras' new baby Gabriella.I'm picking up tips from Susan on her table decorating skills... very nice!
trying to keep warm on the sideline, with a soccer ball.
Braden, wishing he was big enough to play football with daddy
Time to burn off those Thanksgiving calories!Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Rainy Visit
Last year the news reporters spoke of a 3 year drought that had the lakes in Georgia all but dried up. After last week I'd say, "thank goodness". Georgia had more rain than I have witnessed in all my 37 years of life. Sadly 8 people lost their lives by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was also a good time to survey the leaks in the basement, which took me by surprise when I spotted not only water dripping through but an entire branch of a tree. "What"! I say, it even had leaves on it. "How is this possible"?? "A tree growing through my basement wall, this can't be good". Turns out, it was part of the ivy that's growing up the house and one of the vines found it's way into a crack in the wall. Sneaky little suckers!Mom just missed the flood but she had plenty of rain while she was here. How much fun can one have with buckets of rain and a tight budget. That leaves us with the Margret Mitchell House (author of Gone with The Wind) and the Cyclorama. The Cyclorama is a gy-normus painting of the civil war. Pretty awesome really but I did get dizzy on the turn about. Not sure if anyone else did and I didn't want to be a damper so I didn't say anything. Not to mention my little bundle of energy who has now mastered his outside voice in quiet settings. Now I know what it's like to be gawked at by piercing eyes who haven't been there and sympathised by those who know what I'm going through.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Precious Moments
I’d get all that I need.
I didn’t have to wake up
until I felt complete.
Now is a different story,
there’s reason to arise.
He wakes me every morning,
with a sparkle in his eyes.
How can I be so grumpy
when I see his shining face.
A smile that melts my heart,
and puts me in my place.
So wipe away the sleepers,
this time is not my own.
These are the precious moments,
before my boy is grown.
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
7/17/2009
I wrote this one morning as I was laying in bed trying to get a few more winks of sleep, while Braden was playing on the bedroom floor. Watching him play and roll around my heart melted knowing this is for such a limited time and soon he will grow and be on his way. We are truly blessed to have him in our home!
Fine Words
where fine words take me away
will I still remember
when sorrow comes my way.
Give me hope … give me faith
just let me stay here in this place.
Tell me fine words that wont go away
So I can remember to act and to pray.
I have a dream of what I may be,
though who can say what His will is for me.
To know the end is not in the plan
to help me learn patience and know that He can.
So give me hope … give me faith
Life… will sure be better that way.
No matter what the end may be,
to know that He loves me is all that I need
Fine words I seek to lead the way …
and bring me through a sorrowful day.
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
1/20/2008
I had just confirmed that I was pregnant when I wrote this. I was filled with worry because of my previous complication with getting pregnant and keeping the pregnancy. My greatest desire was to be a mother but time was slipping by and hope was hard to hold on to. For a week I had the impression to call brother Johnston in our ward for a Priesthood blessing. Finally I made the call and when I hung up the phone it was as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders and that everything was going to be all right. He came over and gave me a blessing that told me that I would carry this baby to full term. Looking back I should have been more at peace and had faith in the blessing but I was still very worried for the next few months.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Important
Find out what it takes,
for you to mark your stay.
What have you to give,
what have you to say?
If it's not important then just go away.
Be important, don’t throw it away,
Living life so smartly, every single day.
If your not important and have nothing cool to say.
Why are you still standing here your getting in my way.
If you ever wonder,
why you’re born that way.
its only called mind-play!
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
1/20/2008
I wrote this over a year ago so it’s hard to remember what exactly was going through my mind at the time. I think I was being facetious at the way people like to think that they are so much better than other people. On the other hand, I could look at this now and see that we are important and the way we live our life is very important too. So this poem can have two very different meanings depending on how you look at it at the time.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Hilton Head
We drove all day to see the sun.
A new island to explore,
We spent most the day on the shore.
Nice place, I must say.
Only watch for the bikers,
They get in the way.
First time surfing a wave,
No fear at all, the boy is brave.
Keeping the sand out of his hand,
A few shells made it to never-land.
Sisters helping keep the peace,
Surely put my mind at ease.
Movie night with anticipation,
Harry Potters a hit to top our vacation
On the road heading home,
With sand in our hair and wearing sea-foam
We sang and we ate and had a good time,
We thank you to dad and his magical dime!
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
7/16/2009
I wrote this on the car drive home from our vacation. Just wanting something to do, I thought I would write down what we did in rhymes.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Who Knew
Count the days till life begun.
Sitting on my ….. who knew it was up to me.
Who knew about victory….
Awake now and Im understanding,
theres a bigger life for demanding.
Or what the heck is all this for.
It's time to fix the score,
Who knew it was up to me….
Who knew … now I see.
Choices…. each day ….. how big …. no one can say.
Only one way to find the truth, am I effecting my youth
Be like a child …. they say… innocence is the way.
Who knew …. it was up to me
Who knew about victory.
Awake now and I’m understanding,
there’s a bigger life for demanding.
Who knew it was up to me…
Who knew it was up to me….
My life…. has possibility…
Because I decide that it’s up to me…
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
1/19/2008
This was my first attempt at writing something. Not really sure what it is, song/poem but I think the point is pretty clear. I was inspired to write something after talking to my brother Steve and he was talking about his music. I thought “I want to write something too”
He's a Walking Boy

Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Gardening Woes

Friday, July 17, 2009
Hilton Head SC

Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Squeaky
Is this how you like to live, to cheap to hear me talk.
You have all the answers to your master plan,
How can I measure up to the cards in your hand.
Is this why you came here, to grind us with your feet,
A land of new beginnings as long as it is cheap.
I should have seen this coming when a contract there was none,
I should have been more watchful at the figures to be spun.
Another lesson learned but likely not the last,
It’s time to carry on and put the squeaker in the past!!!
By: Kristen Lorraine Davis
7/19/2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Bradens' first bike ride
This video is so cute because clearly Braden is too young to be on a bike at only 8 months. Greg is always so excited to introduce him to new things that sometimes we jump the gun as we did here.





































