Ryan!

For years now we've watched our sons walk around with their pant legs too long, dragging the ground with promises that they would grow. No, I never make it to wherever it is I'm supposed to go to have them hemmed. So far, no one wants their pants stapled or hot-glued. Go figure. So anyway, Ryan and Joshua played in the back yard yesterday in their mud hole that used to hold our swimming pool. It's the perfect place for setting up an construction site, make-believe saw and digging a hole for a new swimming pool next year. In and out, mud here, mud there and finally someone looks closely at Ryan's jeans. Not only are they dragging the ground more than usual, they're huge on him.

"Ryan, whose pants are you wearing?" Now everyone in the room is looking as he drags himself to a stop and turns around, eyes wide and innocent like an owl's. No answer.

"Ryan, are those... they are! Ryan! Those are Brandon's jeans!" He stands there, unmoving and everyone can see that he wants to deny it. Oh he's gonna be in so much trouble...IF his brother finds out that is. "You better run." That's the best advice we had for him. He had gone to school with a belt holding them up. Bunches of material gathered at his waist and hung loosely on his hips.

"Ryan," we repeat. "You better run and change before Brandon sees. He'll kill you!" Ryan runs behind the couch. Folks, say a prayer for my boys, will ya? Bless their little hearts...no light bulb up top if you know what I mean. "Why are you behind the couch?" I ask. "Go take them off! Now!" Finally he gets it. He runs. Finally, he runs to save his own life. When he returns, he tosses the muddy denim into the laundry room and is now wearing some of his own shorts. He sits innocently on the couch and Brandon never knew a thing.

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So today I find the jeans, dump in some Oxiclean and wash them all alone in the washer. They're covered in mud and pizza and who-knows-what-else. And I look at the tag...Aeropostale. Oh boy...Ryan barely escaped with his life. Not only did he wear Brandon's jeans to school, he wore a pair of his favorites. Run boy! Don't look back, just run!

For those of you who are reading my blog and will see Brandon, "Shhhhhhhh!"

Rene'

CBHD - The Return to Blogging

Okay...so maybe my title is a little dramatic.... Anyway! I've decided to give blogging another try. I got totally bored with it there for a while but since I've decided to head back into the world of writing, maybe I do need some warm-up exercises. Every day I get new idea popping into my head about Dead Butterflies. No, not dead butterflies..that's just the title..anyway. I'm going to write it, I'm going to polish it and then I'm going to sit back and see what doors God opens for it.  So far I think it's about 1/4 to 1/3 of the way done (book one that is!) I'm not sure where my time goes during the day.

Sooooo....I also now work with Tide Dancer Publications so you should definitely check that out. The website is new and will have more and more content as time allows. I also co-own a candle and tart company called Scentsable Yum! I'm not moving very smoothly back into this blogging thing. I need to get on a schedule I guess and remember to blog daily.

I know! I could tell you a Joshua story:

On Tuesday nights Dean and I go to Bible Study at our church. The pastor and his wife always have a yummy meal and we sometimes bring home left-overs. Well, sometimes Joshua gets these left-overs for lunch and there were a couple days in a row where he did. So I asked him one day, "Joshua, what do you want for lunch?"

He went to the refrigerator, opened the door and eye-balled the shelves. "I don't know," he said very seriously, "What did Pastor Duane make?" <---- That might only be funny to certain people. Pretend you are certain people and laugh.

Oh oh! I have a Ryan story:

The kids were playing Hide and Seek on Saturday and kept hearing this banging noise. So I went out into the living room to see what was up. I see Madison and BreAnna creeping towards a stuffed pair of legs with black cleats sticking out. Our purple Sam's freezer bag covered the part that would tell us who the legs belonged to. BreAnna looks up, sees me and shrugs. Madison says, "It's not Ryan." At that moment Joshua pokes his leg out from under the end table where Madison is standing and grabs her ankle. Madison screams, BreAnna jumps.

I just look around. Where is Ryan? I ask myself. BreAnna bravely lifts the Sam's freezer bag to reveal...nothing. Madison places her hands on her hips and says, "He's in his room!" Sure enough, Ryan was sitting happily on his bed knowing full well that his sisters were finding a dummy. So who wins here?

Well, I'll do my best to pay attention to stuff that pops up to blog about. I used to be pretty good at it. I'll have to learn it all over again I guess.

Rene'