It's Confession Time!

In my first post, I told you all that I would be honest as I write. I was informed yesterday by my dear friend Tracie that I have not held true to that. The only way to rectify a lie is to confess, so here is my confession.

I said that we do not have a name for the new baby that is coming in January, but a while ago, I asked Tracie to help me with a name, and she did. Let me give you a little background on Tracie. She lives on a twelve acre hobby farm, where she, her husband, and two fabulous kids currently have 9 cows, 12 pigs, 5 pygmy goats, a crapload of chickens, 5 dogs, 2 cats, and who knows what else. Her kids insist that they name the animals on a regular basis, and some of the names can be quite appropriate for their final purpose in life, if you catch my drift. As you can tell, Tracie's naming skills have not been best utilized for naming children, and she decided to name my third son Ribeye. Yup, that's right, Ribeye. Her entire extended family has jumped on board with this, so every time I see them, numerous people rub my belly and say hello to baby Ribeye. So, I apologize for the lie I told a while ago, baby Ribeye does have a name (at least until I can come up with another name that won't get him beaten up every day in his school years.) I will try to do a better job keeping my promise to be honest, and I sincerely apologize for trying desperately to forget the thought of naming a poor, defenseless child Ribeye, er, umm, I mean, for lying to you all. I hope you can all forgive me, and a most sincere apology to Tracie. I love you, you crazy girl!