What is it you do again?

IBusiness Card‘m a flock pastor.

A what?

A flock pastor.

A what?

Never mind.

Yes, I have entered the world of the gainfully employed. Or, as a seminary grad is supposed to say, the world of full-time ministry. Either way, I can now support Courtney (who just so happened to support me through seminary). And how do I support her, you ask? Easy. . .

I’m a flock pastor.

Yes indeed, I oversee a flock. Much like a flock of seagulls (not these seagulls, though), or a flock of, well, sheep. And my sheep entail three main groups: the Internationals on LSU’s campus, young professionals in Baton Rouge, and the comprar reductil online relatively young married people (though I’m not sure WHERE young ends and old begins these days [with science and all]).

Regardless of where you draw the line, it’ll likely somehow fall under my ever-important flock jurisdiction. So when you come through Baton Rouge and you’re in need of a flock party, give me a call. I’m sure I can put something together.

Any other terrible puns we can make with this?

It’s a. . .

Well, the time has finally come and gone. That time at 18 weeks where we wait as the ultrasound technicians says, “Do you want to know the sex of the baby.” I’ve been told that there is no experience like the one where you run out of the delivery room and say “It’s a. . .!!!” to a room of family and friends. Well family and friends, if you want to pretend that just happened, be my guest. However, Courtney and I decided that we’ll have enough to think about on the delivery day (blood sugar, health of mom, health of baby, how long the baby will be in the NICU)  so we opted to find out whether we need to be buying pink or blue.  We are having a . . .

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If a picture is worth a thousand words, this is worth at least 1001. Welcome to the family, son. You make your mother and  me proud.