Okay, now that I have your attention with a very misleading title, let us begin.

So maybe I’m not bringing sexy back, but I am returning in a sense…from a two-day hiatus in blog writing.

This might sound ridiculous, but I felt so much pressure to get back in the swing of things.  Even though I know people weren’t hanging on the edge of their seats for the next Sheenasheen blog post, I get worried about my little corner of the internet when I neglect it. 

So here we go…

Thanks to the great weather, Davis has been to the park twice this week!  YAY!

For those of you wanting to hear about running stuff, I apologize if the site seems to be leaning heavily towards a mommy blog lately.  I just really love talking about my little man.  And I do mean, little man.  Not a baby. 😦 

Moms reading this: Does it change with a second child, or do you still have the up and down feelings with them getting older? 

I mean, it’s incredible to see him walking and playing like a boy, but I get all emotional when I look at pictures from last year.  He was my little chubby football.

So anyway, about the park:

Davis wanted to hang all over me for a little bit, but then he opened up and started playing with a little girl named Eden.  I didn’t get a picture of it, but I did get this one:

what kind of face is he making?

When it was time to go, he walked over to Eden and her mom with his arms out and gave them both a big ole‘ hug.  That’s my little lover boy!

Maybe he’s the one that’s bringing sexy back.

Or….maybe not! 🙂


In honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m taking you guys on a trip down Memory Lane.  Do you remember your first date with your significant other?  Well, I do.

Welllllll, I guess you could call it a date if you really want to.  It was actually more like two dorks going out in public and embarrassing ourselves.

Without further adieu….

Allow me to explain.

So, Kurt and I were set up by a mutual friend who suggested that we just hang out the first time we meet rather than do a “real”, nerve-racking, date.  We apparently took that advice to heart.  I can’t remember what we did before these pictures to break the ice, but I think it’s safe to say we were pretty comfortable being in each others company by the time we took over the aisles at K-Mart.  (Come to think of it, I do a lot of hanging out in supermarket aisles.)

look at that phone! are you serious?

Kurt and I got the biggest laugh out of these pictures while I was putting together this post.  When he saw this last picture, he was shocked at how he was hanging all over me.  He told me that when we went on our “first” real date a few days later, he was almost too nervous to talk during dinner.

I guess neither one of us was too nervous for too long.  We got engaged 4 months later and married 4 months after that.  And here we are, nearly 8 years later!

Want to pick on us?  Leave me a comment.  Or you can share some of your memories if you like.

P.S.  If you want to share your memories, they don’t have to be as embarrassing as mine!

In yet another example, I will pull back the veil, and introduce “high-class” as only Sheenasheen knows how to live it.

What are you looking at in this picture?

Is it a grocery bag?  No, that’s what it was!

Is it a trash bag?  Well, that’s debatable.  But no, it’s not a bag of trash, per se.

What you’re looking at is the Sheenasheen, Redneck version, of a paper shredder.  Or should I say, my husband’s version of a paper shredder?

Here’s the story.  About six or seven months ago, I was all over Kurt about doing something with all this paperwork that tends to gather on the table.  Why is there so much paperwork?  Well, apparently my boo thinks the squirrels that go dumpster diving in our trashcan, also have a desire to steal our identity.  Here’s a newsflash: our information ain’t that valuable!

So anyway, he decided we would put all the various credit card offers and billing invoices in this Harris Teeter bag until we had a chance to go out and buy a shredder.  Long story short, that hasn’t happened yet.  What makes it so crazy to me, is that I find myself asking him to, “put those papers in the shredder”.  Oh my gosh, I just realized something–we’re never getting a real shredder!  That’s probably just bag number 1.  In another six months, I might be blogging about a file cabinet made of Super Glue and Dr. Pepper cans!

Do you remember, my husband is also the inventor of the Diaper Box and Duct Tape Play Tunnel?

Lawd have mercy–honestly I just remembered something while I was writing this…..we used to have a computer desk made of cinder blocks and particle board.  I AM NOT JOKING!  I have pictures to prove it.  If I tell you I’m having a hard time coming up with something to blog about one day, remind me to tell that story.  It will instantly make you feel better about yourself!

Nevertheless, there you have it.  Shredder Bag.

The boys and I headed back to the ‘Hill’ yesterday after a brief visit with our families.  I spent most of the day with my parents and my brother at the hospital for my dad’s heart procedure.

Everything went well with the procedure.  He has to go back for a second round in two weeks though. 😦

While I was with my family, Kurtis took Baby Dizzle to see his family.


Davis showing his tongue to Neenie


Davis was excited about his Valentine’s present!

Neenie made the Frog Prince on the bag.

Davis liked what was in the bag so much, he decided to give it a big ole’ bear hug!

After loving on the frog, Baby D spent some quality time with his cousins.

I have no idea what’s going on in either one of those last two pics, but it looks like they’re having fun.

That would be my child with the plastic box on his head. 🙂

Does anyone notice anything weird about the last picture?


Quick note about my treadmill run….

a) I didn’t like it at all.  I much prefer running outside, and

b) Kurtimus came downstairs while I was running and didn’t bother to announce himself.  Let me just tell you…I almost dropped an elbow on his forehead for scaring me so badly!  He claims it was an accident.  Any women out there with “hilarious” husbands believe that?  HaHaHa!  Not funny!

I recently blogged about Big Baby Davis starting to walk.  Well, we figured that a walking boy probably needs to start wearing some shoes every once in a while.

Up until now, when we would take him out in public, everyone would always ask, “Where’s that boy’s shoes?”  I guess it’s kind of redneck to take him out and about without shoes on, but we didn’t really see why it mattered if he wasn’t walking anyway.

While we were waiting on our car to get an oil change and a tire patch, we strolled through the mall and happened upon a shoe store.

You should have seen Davis sitting there like such a big boy, trying on different pairs of shoes.  Actually, you can…

Oh my gosh!  It’s so neat and so sad at the same time!

After shoe shopping and an hour-long sports discussion between Kurt and his cousin, I dragged my boys home to pack and get on the road.

We made our way back to our hometown for a little family time.

Tonight, for the first time in I don’t know how long, I’ll be running on a treadmill.  Wish me luck.  I’ll let you know how it went with tomorrow’s post.


I haven’t talked much about my workouts lately.  I know everyone just whispered a collective “thank you” to themselves as they read that sentence.  But, to stay true to the core of my blog, I have to bore you with some training stuff every once in a while.

So today’s topic is…..would you rather have me or Jillian Michaels as your personal trainer?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!  Before you answer, let me spice up the pot a bit:

With me, you get exclusive use of a 50,000 square foot workout facility.  Or, as I like to call it….Target!

I hold personal training lessons on Aisle 13, Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3-6 p.m.

We usually start with shoulders.

Then, we move on to curls and work those biceps.

So what, if Jillian Michaels has The Biggest Loser Ranch.  You can come to my Aisle and work out with a pretty big loser any time you want…with the exception of holidays.  My Aisle gets a little too busy around that time.

I even have my own workout DVD’s.  Well, sort of.  They’re all in black and white and held on reserve with store security!

The decision is yours.  Choose wisely!

Busy, busy Sunday.

We didn’t go to King Burger and get served by Bon Qui Qui, but we did go to Panera Bread and get lunch with my parents.

I had the Tomato Mozzarella Panini and Kurt had the Bacon Turkey Bravo.  Both were excellent.  Thanks again for lunch mom and pops!

My parents were in town for the UNC vs. FSU basketball game.  I think they had a pretty good time.  I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy watching their team shred its opponent?

Before the game, there was a moment or two of craziness.  Where’s Bon Qui Qui when you need her?

Sacurrity, sacurrrity!  Crazy man on the loose…both of them, actually!

When it was time to go, we snuck in a few family pics…


look how wild Davis' hair gets in the back!

and as they say, all good things must come to an end…

oh yeah, btw, I ran 9 miles, cleaned the apartment, I’m watching the Super Bowl……whew!  I’m going to sleep well tonight.  Hopefully.

Come on Davis, help a momma out!