OLD RYAN WHAT'S HIS NAME.

Friday morning has came again. As i stumbled around the yard about four-thirty, hissing "I"s name. I marveled at the weather. Yesterday it made it to seventy-five. Yah, yah. Its probably fifty out there now. I would love to think Spring is already here. But Missouri being what she is may have another winter trick or two up her sleeve. She has been known for dumping snow on us is March. So I know not to get too excited.

A couple of mornings ago my daughter called me. "Ryan and I have to run an errand. "We'll come by and pick you up and go to breakfast," she said. I hurried around getting ready. I was thrilled. Her van pulled up and as I crawled inside, Ryan safely tucked in his seat in the back. Billie said he uttered the words as I came out the door, "Good grief she's messed with her hair again." Now when five year olds groan in despair you know you may over do abit. I smiled at him. "No Ryan," I said. I have had blond on my hair for awhile. He snorted, "But you didn't have the black in there too."My roots are showing.

As we rolled on our way Billie announced, "Ryan doesn't want to be called Ryan. He is tired of his name." Now she told me his new name. It was "Cool Boy" I think. Sort of catchy but truthfully I'm not sure just what she said.

Ryan is a pip. He is a cool boy. Cute, funny, those dancing Blue eyes. The orneriness shining out of them. I think I wrote before my brother calls him "Cotton Top." I will sound like a great grand Mother but he is special. All the great grands are. But that Ryan, oh excuse me, "Cool Boy." I think. Has that extra little kick in there. I pray I live to see him grown. When he starts school in the fall I am anxious to see if he wraps those girls around his finger.

So my breakfast was fun. This Birthday i moaned about got me two Breakfasts and one lunch. I've made a note to whine more often. I feel like I have slid into this stress wracked age fairly well. Though my knees may be aching a little more and hold onto your hats. I may be a tad bit more out spoken. Audible groans. A nice church lady came early yesterday morning. She brought oranges, Little Debbie cakes, canned goods, bread." So nice and sweet of her. Then I announced I didn't believe in organized religion. She hastily left. I have a feeling she won't be bringing me any more food. I wanted to rush after her yelling, "Carol I didn't mean it. I'm really Catholic." I have to quickly add I believe in God. Love Jesus with all my heart. I just think these Church's have too much law and not enough grace. I'm sorry but that's how I feel. I'll miss those big oranges though.

I have made my way into Blogland. The Valentine lights are not on anymore in the little store. Another Holiday only a memory. I head for home, limping a little. Its these dang knees I tell you. But I'm on my way. I'm outta here.