But Sometimes It's Just Too Easy

I used to wonder at how easy it was for some people to come up with suitable nicknames for others. I was never one to which this came easily. Until Hubby and I joined our new congregation. Our first week there I spotted him. He was quite rotund and a little creepy and looked surprisingly like Pumba from The Lion King (without the tusks, but still). I think Hubby was the one to actually name him but it fit. He'd get up every first Sunday and go on and on about nothing relevant and everytime I saw him I started thinking "Are you achin' for some bacon?!? He's a big pig!!! You can be a big pig too!!! Oy!!!"

But that was just the beginning. About a month or two ago an older couple moved into the congregation. The man was tall and skinny and wouldn't shut up. He seemed to get up right after Pumba on the first Sunday of the month. You guessed it, Pumba's sidekick Timone! Or maybe it's the other way around. At any rate...

Then last week there was a special musical number. Being a rather musical person myself I'm not partial to special musical numbers. At least at church. Very rarely is there actually a really incredible special musical number. Usually it's people who think they are wonderful singers but really should never be handed a mic. I turn into Simon Cowell during special musical numbers. I try to appreciate their efforts and listen to the message of the music but it's usually so overpowered by screeching and howling that it makes listening to anything rather difficult.

Last Sunday was no exception. It was a very nice lady that I've gotten to know a little bit since we've joined this congregation, but still, she should not have been handed a mic. And as she was standing at the pulpit singing away I couldn't help but lean over to Hubby and whisper "She reminds me of Miss Piggy!" And Hubby responded, "I was thinking the same thing but couldn't decide if I should tell you or not!" We couldn't help but giggle. I always tend to giggle during special musical numbers. It's uncontrollable. I've tried. I can do solemn as long as it's not during a special musical number.

Then, to top it all off, Hubby leans over to me and whispers, "I guess we know who Kermit is!" And I look over at Miss Piggy's husband and it's true! He's the spitting image of Kermit the Frog, except maybe not so green. So I think it's all starting to make sense, this nickname business. I don't know why it really only works for me at church, and maybe that's the worst place for it to work, but sometimes it's just too easy.