That time I was a Red Sox fan

The title is misleading a bit.  I have always considered myself a Red Sox fan by inheritance.  My fan status for all my sports teams comes from my dad.  He likes the Denver Broncos.  I like the Broncos.  He likes the Boston Red Sox.  I like the Red Sox.  He is a Wyoming Cowboy through and through.  I’m a Cowboy.  I don’t have to invest time watching the games, I’m just a fan. It’s in my blood.  I just keep track of the final score.  It’s not all that difficult to do since I usually hear about the game from my dad.   Continue reading

Suffer the Children…

I recently had the opportunity to babysit Bubba’s two children, Lil B and Lil K.  As mentioned in a previous post, at the time they were two months shy of four and one week shy of two.  In other words, they were full of energy.  We were staying at my sister’s at the time and they were doing what children do best – keeping themselves occupied and busy.  My sister has a small replica of the Christus that proved to be a temptation for little fingers and busy hands.  They wanted to touch it.  Of course, since it wasn’t their home or statue their dad had warned them not to touch it.  They heard the admonition, they understood the meaning, their desire to touch increased.   Continue reading