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Popovers?
So umm, why the popover thing?
You must know I love Dr. Seuss...Horton is my hero, the grinch is great, and star-bellied sneetches rock my socks. Getting to the point. Once, Theodor Seuss Geisel was asked to give a speech at a commencement ceremony. With his ledgendary stage fright obvious to the crowd, he nervously read it off a scribbled piece of scratch paper: "It seems to be behooven upon me to bring forth Great words of Wisdom to this graduating class as it leaves these cloistered halls to enter the Outside World beyond. Fortunately for you of the graduating class, my wisdom is in very short supply, and I have managed to condense everything I know into an epic poem consisting of 14 lines. If I can find it under these robes, I will read it quickly and then sit down.The Epic Poem is entitled: My Uncle Terrwilliger on the Art of Eating Popovers. My Uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare...Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair:"To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care.You may swallow down what's solid...But you must spit out the air!"***And...as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow."
I like it. Sage. Beautiful. True. And there you have it. The function of this blog is to be a communication tool for family and friends as I do my best to swallow down what's solid and spit out any air during this chapter of my life entitled "Franciscan University".
You must know I love Dr. Seuss...Horton is my hero, the grinch is great, and star-bellied sneetches rock my socks. Getting to the point. Once, Theodor Seuss Geisel was asked to give a speech at a commencement ceremony. With his ledgendary stage fright obvious to the crowd, he nervously read it off a scribbled piece of scratch paper: "It seems to be behooven upon me to bring forth Great words of Wisdom to this graduating class as it leaves these cloistered halls to enter the Outside World beyond. Fortunately for you of the graduating class, my wisdom is in very short supply, and I have managed to condense everything I know into an epic poem consisting of 14 lines. If I can find it under these robes, I will read it quickly and then sit down.The Epic Poem is entitled: My Uncle Terrwilliger on the Art of Eating Popovers. My Uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare...Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair:"To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care.You may swallow down what's solid...But you must spit out the air!"***And...as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow."
I like it. Sage. Beautiful. True. And there you have it. The function of this blog is to be a communication tool for family and friends as I do my best to swallow down what's solid and spit out any air during this chapter of my life entitled "Franciscan University".
Why you should vote for me in the 2008 presidential elections
- Hey, your other options don't look that good either.
Things I want to do someday
- joust
- Leave a waitress a 100 dollar tip
- Understand what is so great about Sean Bean
- Have a pina colada in a pint glass
- Shoot, as a member of a firing squad, the person to invented automatic toliets, along with his cousin who invented automated phone calls
- Go hunting for bullfrogs with a bow-and-arrow (there is actually a special season for it my Oklahoma!)
- Convert a dance floor into a swimming pool like Jimmy Stewart did in Its a Wonderful Life
- Paint a horse green and ride it around just like in Life is Beautiful
- Jump out of a window and be caught by Westley or some other good looking dude who carries me off horseback, repeating as you wish to my every request
- Win a round of poker. Just one. That is all I ask.
- be a world champ frisbee player
- go noodling. Educate yourself at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okie_Noodling
- go hang-gliding
- Own a farm featuting an acre of blueberries, a pumpkin patch, a big wooden barn, and a field of lavendar
- Do mission work in a third world country
- have a dalmation dog again
- find a unicorn
- Learn to make faces like Regina
- own a 1940's candy apple red Ford pickup truck
- learn to paint - especially murals
- Prank Kyle a really good one
- play hide and seek in the VATICAN library
- Be able to remember people's names as well as Dr. Storm
- Have all my favorite poetry memorized
- Read the complete works of G.K. Chesterton
- Ride a Friesian
- Plant an acre in blueberry bushes and live long enough to reap the harvest every year
- be in a play
- Take a 2-week roadtrip with no specific route or destination
- Take tea with the Pope
- Butcher a chicken
- learn to play the fiddle, at least better (working on it). And the bodran (working on it too). And the concertina. And the uillean pipes whilst I'm at it.
- let my legs dangle off the cliffs of Moher
- go on a canoe trip
- go skiing
- go waterskiing
Songs I am most likely to sing while washing dishes or in the shower
- Boom Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy
- any Gaelic Storm song
- any Michael Buble song
- Marry Me, Marianne
- For the Beauty of the Earth
- What a Wonderful World
- You Are My Sunshine
- Walkin on Sunshine
- Hey There Delilah
- I'm Gonna Be
- The Leaving of Liverpool
- Cotton Eyed Joe
- Salve Regina
- Down to the River to Pray
- Country Roads
- Wagon Wheel
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