Okay, so they're not really that bad, but you know . . . the thing is, you wouldn't believe the things they have in common: both of their first names begin the letter D, they are both pastors' sons (did I alread say, "Lord help us all!"?), and you never, ever know what will come out of their mouths! It's really quite scary. For instance, I am going to call my pastor's son 'Frank' in my blog, not only to protect his identity but because one day I was in the nursery and I called him by his full name and was promptly informed that this wasn't his name any longer. His daddy had changed his name. To 'Frank'. **Blink**. Okay. At five years of age, he is the world's youngest pastor, as he told us not too long ago that he now has his own church. **Blink**. Okay. He's preached to me many a'time, though mostly all I've understood was "promised land", "Moses", and "Jesus".
His wife is his cousin, and their children are her younger siblings. Uh-huh. Frank is also an army guy and brings a bayonette to church. Every Sunday. Yeah. Actually, tonight he had a handgun with him. And he pointed it at me when I dared look at him. He's keeping things in order around there. You better make darn sure you give your tithes and contribute to missions. Frank'll make sure you stay on the straight and narrow.
So, anyway, the pictures really need a title, and I can't think of one because my brain hasn't been working right lately. See, for the past two weeks I have had this nasty little virus. We're talkin' baaaadd! Here's how it went down (or should I say, here's how I went down?).
Last week was spring break and hubby had the week off. I usually look forward to spring break with great anticipation, but not this time. I basically didn't give a care. For most of the week leading up to spring break and for every day during spring break, I felt like . . . like . . . I don't know what I felt like! Aches, pains, fatigue, foggy head, no interest in things that usually give me great pleasure. It was pretty bad. Though we went somewhere most every day and even had a little birthday party for Little Miss Independent, I just did not enjoy much of my week. It was Saturday afternoon before I felt normal once again. And, boy, was I thankful!
Anyway, that's pretty much why I've been silent around here. And I hated it! So, to get back into the swing of things, I thought I'd have this little bitty contest where you give a title and/or caption for the two photos above. The prize will be one of my altered composition notebooks. I am addicted to making these things! It's awesome!
Here are the rules:
- Only one entry per person, please. You may enter a title and/or caption for one or both photos. I reserve the right to award a prize for both the winning title and the winning caption.
- Contest will be open until Sunday, April 20th @ 10:00 p.m.
- Keep it clean, people! Remember, this is my pastor's son! I would hate to be kicked out of my church! :-)
- Winner will be announced on Monday, April 21st by noon.
- Prize will be mailed after I receive your name and snail mail. If you are the winner, you may email it to me.
So, now that I'm feeling better (although I've relapsed a day or two this week), I hope to have a couple of good posts here shortly. I'm thinking on writing about my experience shopping for a bra at Victoria's Secret, though I'm not really sure what her secret is . . . or was ever supposed to be!
Y'all take care and send me some love!
Love y'all to pieces!