{"id":34,"date":"2008-05-12T19:08:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-12T19:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/toddosborne.wordpress.com\/2008\/05\/12\/morels-and-brad-paisley"},"modified":"2008-05-12T19:08:00","modified_gmt":"2008-05-12T19:08:00","slug":"morels-and-brad-paisley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toddosborne.net\/blog\/family\/2008\/05\/12\/morels-and-brad-paisley\/","title":{"rendered":"Morels and Brad Paisley"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>You’d think that after living in Wisconsin for over 8 years I would have at least tried Morel mushrooms, but until yesterday you would have been wrong. Since moving to Wisconsin I have tried many new things: Snowmobiling, ATV’s, shotgun sports, driving without road-rage, drunk dialing, landing on snow and ice covered runways, hunting various animals, dodging students in the road at UW, divorce, marriage, camping, and leaving my house unlocked. But I never ate a Morel mushroom. After all, they don’t exactly look appetizing and grow wild up here in the grossest of places.<\/p>\n

Yesterday was the day. We went to Missy’s mom’s house for Mother’s Day and they had just picked some fresh Morels and were eager to fry them up. I was a bit nervous to eat one, since it looks gross, like something you might find growing on a coral reef when scuba diving. Ahh, but looks can be deceiving. These things are friggin’ awesome! After tasting a super-small one, I could hardly keep my hand out of the mushroom jar! Randy then told me to be careful how many I ate, since there is apparently some point where your body will reject them. It’s kinda like knowing when you should have that last beer, where one more ounce will leave you clinging for life and hugging the porcelain god. I did not reach that point, but I guess I will have to someday, just so I know where that point is.<\/p>\n

I might get my chance tonight. While Halle and I were enjoying lunch at Shelton’s, a guy came in with way too many of these. Seems he had quite a Morel hunting, and had much more than he could eat or even sell. He gave us a box of them, as well as Joleene the bartender. Missy will be surprised when she gets home, or before if she reads this blog!<\/p>\n

And special thank go out to Brad Paisley, for writing the perfect “Todd Song”.<\/p>\n

\"\" When you see a deer you see Bambi<\/span><\/span>
\n And I see antlers up on the wall<\/span><\/span>
\n When you see a lake you think picnics<\/span><\/span>
\n And I see a large mouth up under that log<\/span><\/span>
\n You’re probably thinking that you’re going to change me<\/span><\/span>
\n In some ways well maybe you might<\/span><\/span>
\n Scrub me down, dress me up oh but no matter what<\/span><\/span>
\n remember I’m still a guy<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When you see a priceless French painting<\/span><\/span>
\n I see a drunk, naked girl<\/span><\/span>
\n You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy<\/span><\/span>
\n And I’d like to give it a whirl<\/span><\/span>
\n Well love makes a man do some things he ain’t proud of<\/span><\/span>
\n And in a weak moment I might…
\nwalk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall<\/span><\/span>
\n But remember, I’m still a guy<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I’ll pour out my heart<\/span><\/span>
\n Hold your hand in the car<\/span><\/span>
\n Write a love song that makes you cry<\/span><\/span>
\n Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground<\/span><\/span>
\n ‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I can hear you now talking to your friends<\/span><\/span>
\n Saying, “Yeah girls he’s come a long way”<\/span><\/span>
\n From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club<\/span><\/span>
\n And building a fire in a cave<\/span><\/span>
\n But when you say a backrub means only a backrub<\/span><\/span>
\n Then you swat my hand when I try<\/span><\/span>
\n Well, now what can I say at the end of the day<\/span><\/span>
\n Honey, I’m still a guy<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And I’ll pour out my heart<\/span><\/span>
\n Hold your hand in the car<\/span><\/span>
\n Write a love song that makes you cry<\/span><\/span>
\n Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground<\/span><\/span>
\n ‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

These days there’s dudes getting facials<\/span><\/span>
\n Manicured, waxed and botoxed<\/span><\/span>
\n With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands<\/span><\/span>
\n You can’t grip a tacklebox<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Yeah with all of these men lining up to get neutered<\/span><\/span>
\n It’s hip now to be feminized<\/span><\/span>
\n I don’t highlight my hair<\/span><\/span>
\n I’ve still got a pair<\/span><\/span>
\n Yeah honey, I’m still a guy<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh my eyebrows ain’t plucked<\/span><\/span>
\n There’s a gun in my truck<\/span><\/span>
\n Oh thank God, I’m still a guy<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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