Well, after getting a good Cyber-scare from Nana (she is only looking out for us) about identity theft and the such from blogging, I have decided to remove all names from here. People that should be reading this know who we are, and those that don't are free to ask.
Our alter egos are fairly straight forward ~ Mama, Dada, Nana, and so forth. What I feel I must explain is the constant use of the nickname Bubba. The story goes... when I was pregnant I craved all things vinegar. Pickled beets, salt and vinegar chips, pickles, bread dipped in balsamic vinegar, it goes on. Another item I craved was Flaming Hot Cheetos. That's right, I just put that in print. So one day my sister joked that with my vinegar and Cheetos cravings I was going to birth a redneck and she was going to call him Bubba. I did, and she did. The name stuck.
The story doesn't end there though. Dada and I took a long weekend trip and Baby Bubba stayed with my sister. He was only 20 months old and hadn't started calling my sister or her husband anything yet and by the end of that weekend my sister was also Bubba and my brother in law was Dada. The 2nd Dada was quickly dropped in favor of Noc but Bubba stuck. Now we have two Bubba's, Bubba and well, Bubba.
Now that we've cleared that up, I feel I should explain the title of this post. After talking to Nana, I discovered I could check the stats of who's checking out this little blog'o'mine by country and I was really surprised to see how many hits I've had from all of these countries! Add to that Germany and Canada but those I suspect are friends and family. It made me worry about my baby's safety and I would never want his identity stolen or any such nonsense so from here on out, we shall remain nameless. Or at least nicknamed.
Too funny that my nicknaming has come in handy! Love, Big Bubba (not sure I'm like that though. . . .) ;)
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