Comments on: KISS ME – I’m 1/16th Or So Irish

By: Kate

Kate — Sat, 26 Mar 2005 01:03:14 +0000

Okay, Grettir, when are you going to weigh in? I KNOW you have thoughts on this matter…

By: Kate

Kate — Fri, 25 Mar 2005 02:56:28 +0000

You, too, Ashley? You're married to CHARLES so I'm not sure we can really trust you judgment...

KIDDING!!! But Orlando is still not a sissy....

By: Ashley

Ashley — Thu, 24 Mar 2005 15:43:00 +0000

Thank you Pam!!!!!!!

By: Kate

Kate — Wed, 23 Mar 2005 09:42:12 +0000

Orlando Bloom a SISSY??? I gasped aloud when I read that. Orlando Bloom is NOT a sissy. One is NOT a sissy just because one is not huge and muscle-bound. He’s the pretty, slender British-boy type (in a more masculine way than that sounds…).

By: Pam

Pam — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 23:01:58 +0000

Orlando Bloom is a sissy.
You know. If someone were to play lovely harp music at Shirley’s Bakery (in Provo), that would be beautiful pastry music indeed.

By: Kate

Kate — Mon, 21 Mar 2005 07:19:52 +0000

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, it's been my understanding that the Pied Piper story was a German one, too, but it's not Oktoberfest so I stole it. So SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

I did not realize, though, that it was based on some sort of actual Crusades incident. Was Orlando Bloom involved? That makes ANYTHING more palatable. As does beautiful pastry music. (?)

By: Pam

Pam — Fri, 18 Mar 2005 06:12:49 +0000

My friend, Meg, went to Ireland once and saw the Blarney Stone, but she did not kiss it. And the reason she did not lock lips with the stone was because she found out that the locals got a big laugh from peeing on the stone, then watching dumb tourists press their lips to the urine-glazed rock. So she graciously declined. “Tempting…but no,” she said.
Also, I recently read a book called “The Greatest Stories Never Told,” which asserts that the tale of the Pied Piper was actually based on a German village of long ago that got to believing that one of the village kids was some “chosen” child who, because of his great innocence, could convert all the heathens during the time of the crusades (or some similar Christian campaign; I don’t remember the details). So, everyone sent their very small children to follow this boy and his dad (a.k.a. the Pied Piper) to the crusades (or wherever). They all trailed out the town in a trusting children’s parade, banging their drums, tooting their horns (“pipes,” you see)…and they never returned. Of course, this was because they were mowed down like grass once they got to the front lines of Heathen-ville.
So supposedly the tale of the Pied Piper was born to assuage the grief of the stupid, stupid parents. But I’m more fond of your Kate-i-fied Brothers Grimm version. It’s much better…especially because in all my life I’ve never heard the phrase “beautiful pastry music” used with such eloquence. Actually, I’ve never heard the phrase used at all, which is a crying SHAME! I must work it into my next conversation.