“Houston, we have a Pope,” or Pope-ouri

True story…In high school I had a friend named Tracy who was a chatterbox. She was from Korea. I learned really quickly that English colloquialisms do not translate into Korean very well. Tracy asked me a question one day, and my response was going to be, “Of course it is!” Instead, I said, “Is the Pope Catholic?!” Tracy looked confused and said, “What’s a Pope?”

Today the Pope was elected. Catholic or not, the election is a historic world event. John Paul was a dope Pope, and in honor of his passing and the election of Benedict XVI, my husband and I have decided that the word “Pope” deserves to be Pope for the day. There is no denying it; Pope is just a cool word to say.

And so the irreverent reverence begins…because there is more than one way to skin a Pope.

“What are you doing?” “Oh, you know, just Pope-in’ it.”

“Nice Popes.”

“Crazy – he must have been smokin’ Popey weed.”

“That’s a load of Pope!”

“This is pure Colombian Pope!”

“All we are saying is give Pope a chance…”

“Geeze – zip up your pants. I think I saw your Pope.”

“It was so sad! I got all Pope-ed up.”

“What in the Pope are you talking about?!”

“Quit Pope-ing around and get to work!”

“There’s no Pope like home.”

“I just Pope-ed my pants.”

“My, don’t you look Popely today.”

“What’s wrong? Feeling down in the Pope today?”

“How’s it Pope-in’?”

“What the Pope were you thinking?!”

“Is that a Pope in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“You are so full of Pope!”

“Ooops! You stepped in a pile of Pope.”

“That’s the Popiest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Go Pope yourself!”

“Pope you!”