I may be Bubba and I’m not even from the South. (And I don’t watch Nascar)

The girls are starting to vocalize a whole lot. Reese has taken to vocalizing a high pitch song that sounds like a Banshee. I fully expect the crystal to break at any moment. Kiera is speaking more along the lines of what I might expect a Toddler to talk like.

My Wife is convinced that Kiera calls me Bubba. Not Dadda, or Pappa, but BUBBA! Hey we live in California. I don’t even think there are any Bubba’s in this state. But she says I’m Bubba. Holy Shit. I’m going to have to start watching Nascar and eating Pork Rinds (or Cracklins as they call them in the South). I will have to start saying Hot Damn and Gee Golly. I might have to move to Mayberry as well. Because I’m Friggin BUBBA!

Well we will have to nip this one in the bud real quick. BUBBA signing off.

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  1. But isn’t it special to be the only Bubba in a state that big?

    Sarah | Feb 22, 2006 | Reply

  2. Why I never thought of it that way?

    Lance Hulsey | Feb 22, 2006 | Reply

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