Living in a small town, sometimes it's hard to keep a private life very private. I know, it seems funny in such a small town. But the LOL network - the Little Old Lady network - is pretty much paparazzi without the zoom lens. Hard as it sometimes is, my family has always kept private things as close to the homestead as possible. So when the concept of putting names, faces, etc. out on the most public place of all (even though I'm pretty sure no one reads this jibberish anyway!) it put them a little on the defensive. So, I promised to try and refrain from using names over the airwaves. To protect the innocent, of course.
With the impending release of the most innocent of all - my first child - I had been pondering what to call her on the bliggity blog. As it always happens with me, I was doing my best thinking just as I was falling asleep last night, and here's how the Thought-Go-Round went ...
Well, her name is going to start with a Q. I could just use that and call her Q, but I think I can do better. Hm. One of my KC friends calls newbies 'bee-bees' so I guess I could call her 'the beebee.' Not right either. I could combine the two: beebee Q. Oh, cripes. Beebee Q. Heh. Say it out loud: BBQ.
BWA-HAHAHAHA!! That's it. A nickname (and a daughter) is born: BBQ. Arriving January 4th.
A journal of life on a third- and potentially fourth-generation family farm, from the perspective of the 'potential fourth' generation. (abridged, of course, for time and interest's sake)
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