Wednesday, September 26, 2007


Continuing on with the fake name thing to protect the innocent or the not-so-innocent, whatever the case may be, my husband shall henceforth be known as Buford on this blog. Why Buford you ask? Well, given his Southern origins, that could've easily been his name along with Billy Bob, Earl, D-Wayne, or Larry (as in The Cable Guy). What I are sayin' is that he are a redneck and pretty proud of it. His co-workers began calling him Dr. Buford sometime back as a pun...something about speaking the King's English and they didn't mean Elvis.
Buford loves biscuits, gravy, pork chops, chicken livers and pork rinds. He ain't a half bad cook but I always keep a Condemned Tag handy just in case he makes "Driveway Patchin' Chili" or "Death by Garlic" spaghetti sauce. And if you ever have a cow that needs put back together, he can do that too. Probably with his eyes closed. Like those weird guys that can do the rubic's cubes behind their backs. His scientific mind is the polar opposite of my creative one. I think we spend a lot of time looking at each other and saying, "Huh?"
All in all, he's a pretty good man to have around especially since he got this shiny new laptop all up and running for me...without it this blog would never have been born. Although I have been "pregnant" with it for some months now. So thanks honey, I love ya and Go Vols!

Max, Med, and Min

Since I am quite the blog lurker, I have learned the art of using fake names for people in your family as a means to protect their privacy. So I've decided to indicate the birth order and size of my three children by using the nicknames Max, Med and Min. We started calling my oldest son, "Maximus" because of his height. Then my husband made a comment about the names of the gluteus muscles in our posterior. Max (maximus), Med (medius) and Min (minimus). Every now and then I refer to my children as "pains" in said posterior muscles so the nicknames are appropriate!

Max is my oldest and the tallest person in our family...6 foot and then some at age 14. He caused the longest amount of pain during the process of getting him into the world (2 1/2 hours of pushing). He was also the biggest baby at 8 lbs 7 oz. Max just started his freshman year of high school. I am way too young to have a kid in high school so I just try to convince people that I'm his older sister...I don't think anyone's buying it.

Med is the middle child and my only precious daughter. She came into the world screaming and I wasn't sure we were going to be able to co-exist in the same house until she turned 5 and accepted Jesus. (You think I'm joking don't you!) Now, at 9, she is beautiful, sweet, and caring not to mention a marvelous dancer. We share an intense love for cats and she is already starting with the Starbucks thing. Med is in a 4th/5th grade combo class this year and is loving school so far.

Min is the baby of the little squishy (Nemo anyone?). I don't know what it is about little boys - you just want to gobble them up and Min is no exception. He is gone from me all day now since he just started first grade. He is a brilliant reader at 6 and has finally lost 2 teeth. I no longer have to hear, "I'm the ONLY kid in my class who hasn't lost a tooth!"

I am sure that these 3 pains will be the fodder for many more blog posts to come. And since I don't scrapbook, perhaps this blog will serve as some record of their childhood!