“Put the candy down, Chief. We really need to exercise…”

“Amen, Amen, AMEN!” :in choral voices from afar:



The Hubs and I are back in Nigeria after a VERY extended stay in the US because of visa issues and possibly Nigeria as a whole just not wanting us here. (I always want to say CONUS- Continental United States instead of US. I learned it when I was in Germany for the summer on the military bases. However, I’m very civilian and it sounds goofy when I throw in military jargon. But I love jargon and in the next life, I’m totally going armed services.)

(But now I’ve Googled this whole “CONUS” thing and all I can find is that it’s a sea snail. Have I been misinformed? God Bless America, that sea snail that I love! Crap! How do I get this CONUS thing out of my head? Anyone?)

Okay, so, we’re back at the hotel and we have an Atlantic view this time around. It’s absolutely lovely if you sit at the desk and scrunch down, so that you can only see the ocean and not the detritus hanging out on the shore and, well, everywhere. It’s also nice if you don’t go on the balcony and actually smell what is brewing in that water. Seriously vile.

Anyhoo, The Hubs and I were lounging in the living room (:read: second bedroom with a slightly moldy couch and a coffee table) when the previously mentioned conversation took place.  And it is true that The Hubs has been eating his feelings over the last few months and perhaps we need to focus more on calories out vs. calories in.  It’s really  demoralizing and embarrassing to gain weight in a third world country. Just sayin’.

Apparently, there was a church service going on across the pool and the choir had some pipes.  For nearly an hour, we heard “Amen, Amen, AMEN” being song every twenty seconds.

As we sometimes border on irreverent, The Hubs and I decided to work with it:

“I’m a sexy man beast and you’re lucky to have allllll this!” (For your imaginative pleasure, you can picture The Hubs attempting his best Magic Mike impression. You’re welcome…?)

“Amen, Amen, AMEN”


“Platypus is a fun word. Platypi is better.”

“Amen, Amen, AMEN”


“Sure could go for some tacos right now.”

“Amen, Amen, AMEN”


“The Browns are going to the Super Bowl this year.”

:Apparently this is when the service was over, because our angelic affirmation was not found. As a Clevelander, I expected this much.:


So it got me to thinking about how much more successful I would be if I had a choir of people singing “Amen” as I made declarations.  I also thought about the fact that here in Nigeria, I could probably find a group of people willing to do that for me.

Watch out world, I’m stepping out.




So tell me, if you had your choir following you around, what would your best statement be? 

Like this post (Scroll down- see that little like buttony thing? Yeah, that one) and comment below and I’ll send you a prize!


I really won’t send you a prize- I’m a liar. I live in Nigeria. You should send me stuff.  But still, like the post if you’re on Facebook (I know you are) and comment below. “Amen, Amen, AMEN!”



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One Response to Amen!

  1. Laura Jackson says:

    Amen! Amen! Amen, sister!

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