uh oh. off to hospital. see ya!
Did you pick a name?
Tink - I haven't packed either!
at least I am not alone
Never!
i'm calling it ronald after it's father mr. mcdonald.
Good afternoon all, still waiting for vacation to begin... aww well maybe next week.
How.....ew.
*waves to Mom*
Hey..no making fun of that name shira.
Ronald?
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hmmmm..I had fond memories of a boy named Ronnie.
Girly...behave !!! I really didn't want it for my confirmation name..my mother said I had to being it was my sponsor's name.
I wanted Michael !!!!
lalalalalalala
*MWAH*
ETA: I can't say anything anyway. At least it's not your official given name!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
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Oh, I get it now...
I'm gonna lalalalala you !!!
Shira it's ok..I'm not a fan of the name.
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
My confirmation name was Francis.
Cause he was a sissy.
DG..lol...of course mine is associated with a clown.
When I got confirmed they no longer assigned names.
They weren't assigned, Tink. We got to pick them.
I just had a white out accident. Where's Moony?!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
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Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
When the Bishop confirmed us, we were supposed to stand infront of him, with our sponsers standing behin us with their hand on our shoulder. However, my sponser was the nun who was my piano teacher - and she was only 4'8", so she couldn't reach.
I was the only one who had to get on his knees.
It somehow seemed appropriate.
Did you guys have to study a whole bunch of questions and answers in case you asked something by the Bishop? I prayed I wouldn't get picked.
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
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Tinky we got to pick our confirmation names...in my family they believed you took your sponsor's name. Of course it had to be a saints name...who knew there was a St.Ronald? Thought I was goona get away with picking Michael. Mom forbide it... Bitch.Bastard. It's okay though..I saved my pennies and adopted an african baby boy and named him Michael...that'll show her.
*the cows enter with mid afternoon ice tea*
I got to pick my name. No, correction, my mom got to pick my name. I had to kneel and my sponsor (my grandmother) stood behind me, with her hand on my shoulder.
Thankfully, there were no questions.
I didn't even get to pick one...they just did away with the name all together!.
You're not missing much. Now, I have two names that I don't like and never use.
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