I need to clarify this recent post.
To begin, I will define my new word:
Surflogging [sûrf·lŏg-ging] 1. The haphazard exploration (surfing) of blogs of interest other than your own 2. The practice of riding a dead tree limb in the swell of the sea.
So when I said that my surflogging activities will soon decrease, I meant that I won't be reading other people's blogs as often as I would like. But I still hope to keep feeding my own blog. The fishbowl will be active.
Secondly, unlike I might have led you to believe, getting a doctorate degree is not an impulsive whim. It has been my intent for several years. I completed my Master's Degree in May 2009 but that was merely a rest stop and not a destination. I remained in school and will graduate in Dec 2010 with a Doctorate of Nursing Practice (DNP). It is similar to a PhD, but more practice than research oriented.
And finally, Mrs. Olsen....I'd like to try to answer your brilliant question:
"Who are you people?"
The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind. And can't be answered definitively until we all reconvene in utopia and ask my Grandfather Gee. I blame him.
Meanwhile, may I offer this answer to tide you over.
Who are we...my crazy sibling and I....you so bravely ask. Well...theology aside, we are....
CORNDOGS
1. We are corny on the outside, with just a tease of enough sweetness to be palatable
2. We can withstand a dip in the 'refiner's fire' and emerge unbroken and better than before
3. Any dough we acquire is gobbled in an instant
4. We like oily things such as empanadas and Willie Nelson's hair
5. We share a similar body shape
6. We (mostly me) like 400 degrees (pun intended)
And finally, we all know how satisfying and therapeutic a meaty corndog can be. So it is with us. We have an innate drive to heal. To please. To be the county fair for mankind's soul.
Of course to be thorough, I must include the two ways we are NOT corndogs:
1. We don't brown
2. We have more debt
That's our story and I'm STICKIN' to it!
By the way...here is a list of possible songs / artists from the Corndog iTunes...taken from here:
Kielbasa Me Softly
Corndog Twitty
Please Relish Me (Let me Go)
Fry Me to the Moon
The Wurst That Could Happen
We Are All Weiners
And of course: THIS
1 comment:
Ha! Well you hit the nail on the head. You are all corndogs. I would have to add, that my son would love to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Keep up the dreamin' and achievin' while I lay in bed eating chocolate...
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