So my friend called me Mama Bear at a National Convention when I was six months pregnant. It was our first time at a National Jaycee convention and fearing we might get lost and separated, and not wanting to run up our cell phone bills, I brought my husband's walkie talkies. Getting into "trucker" mode and really wanting to sound "professional" on her walkie, my friend's first shout out was, "Breaker, breaker, Mama Bear...this here is Lost Sheep. What's your 20?" Now this was funny, especially considering we had only been in the hotel for an hour before she became lost. LOL And like I said, I was 6 months pregnant with my 3rd child, (although you couldn't really tell) and thus it has stuck ever since. She continues to call me that and it has rubbed off to many of our mutual friends. I have even been introduced to some of her friends that don't know my real name.
As my children take up a significant portion of my life and of course top billing on the priority list, I decided that this would be where I rant and reminisce about any and all this of significance in my somewhat ordinary life.
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