Showing posts with label humorous readings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humorous readings. Show all posts

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Wedding Day


The day of your wedding
Is a time to reflect
On the things you can hope for
And the things to expect.
You could hope for great riches
Huge bundles of cash
But then lose it all
In a Stock Market crash
Or you could hope for
A life of great ease
With the time and the money
To do as you please
But it's better to hope for
The good things in life
Like a long happy life
As husband and wife
Like the smile and the kiss
As you walk through the door
And the baby that wakes you
At a quarter to four
And a life of variety
With sunshine and rain
And Frosties for breakfast
Instead of champagne
Expect times of anger
The occasional huff
Because no one annoys you
Like the on that you love
But don't look for problems
That the future may bring
Just to love and be loved is a wonderful thing
Life’s not all plain sailing
Not always a ball
But I know you'll be happy
Because love conquers all.
 
photo courtesy of Michael J. Ramos, mjrpics photography

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Love is like.....Golf Balls?


This is an innovative, humorous reading that a fun-loving couple recently incorporated into their ceremony:

A meteorology professor stood before his Meteorology 101 class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty glass mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. 
 
The professor then picked up a jar of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open spaces between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. 

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar and of course the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous yes.
 
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and then proceeded to pour the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the grains of sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- your family, your partner, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. 

"The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. 

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. Play another 18.  

"There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." 

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

 

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Excerpt from Adam's Diary








There is a humorous reading from the beloved Mark Twain that has become a rather popular reading in lighthearted wedding ceremonies. My first wedding ceremony to include the reading was in Manchester, Connecticut, very near the Mark Twain Museum.

"The Garden is lost, but I have found him, and am content. He loves me as well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate nature and this I think is proper to my youth and sex. If I ask myself why I love him I find I do not know and do not really much care to know so I suppose that this kind of love is not a product of reasoning and statistics like one's love for other reptiles and animals. I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is not that; the more he sings the more I do not get reconciled to it. Yet I ask him to sing, because I wish to learn to like everything he is interested in. I am sure I can learn, because at first I could not stand it, but now I can. It sours the milk, but it doesn't matter; I can get used to that kind of milk... I think I love him merely because he is mine. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself. And doesn't need to..."