Well, I wouldn’t exactly call him “The Marlboro Man” like Rea Drummond’s hubby of The Pioneer Woman fame or the old ad. He got the nickname Fred because years ago in a crowded room, if I called his name, he never heard me, but I could almost whisper, “Fred” and he’d immediately turn around & look at me…expectantly. It stuck….because it worked. Every time.

Wilma didn’t stick to me as well. He tried. It just didn’t stick.

Fred & I have been together 30 years. Go figure. Didn’t actually see that one coming. I’d planned to be The Best Aunt Alive. Single. Wildly successful. Then Fred’s sister introduced us one evening and I watched him bend down and throw rocks in the lake with his 3-year old son and I was gone. Plans changed. 30 years. Fast. Real fast!

Then there’s Gig…nope, not the Aggie kind, the giggle kind. I don’t know. It just happened. Gig is this beautiful, talented graphic designer engaged to be married to “The Beau.” She’s fun and funny and we’ve decided to keep her….versus trade her in on something different. She’s my first born and my daughter. Strong and kind.

Boo is my son: all 6 foot 6 of him. Gentle, kind, maybe a little crazy. Boo tends bar. He has a way with people. Maybe it’s the six foot of him, or maybe it’s that he has this incredible ability to accept people and remain calm when chaos reins all around. He gives the best hugs ever!

They are who I’ll share with you in little moments of time…Vignettes of our life. There are more…but the Vignette isn’t set yet.

Do you have a nickname – one that just stuck? A funny story about it? Do tell.