Thursday, January 17, 2008

Song of the South...?

Well...looks like Uncle Remus gon'be singin' me a different song...

"Snippity do dah, Snippity-ay
My oh my its comin' yo way
January 30th'll be da day
fo yo Snippity Do dah snippety-ay

Dr. Blackbeard on yo surgery,
'Its the truth, its factual
Don' fret you still be hetrosexual
Snippety do dah, snippety-ay'
Why am i feelin, feelin' this way?"

(GULP) I don't think i like the way Uncle Remus is smilin'...

11 comments:

Bag Blog said...

Jay Boy, you make me laugh. I have some funny stories, but not to share here, and better shared after the fact.

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

Hardly anyone ever calls me that anymore...that was one of the alias's i always liked. I thought that might generate some grins, if its just one...i'll take it.

Yeah, i hear ya...i'd like to saey a wee bet mooore aboot eh, buh i betta noot (in my best Scottish brogue).

Big Bro said...

You forgot a few lines to the song.
"Oh what a wonderful day, plenty o'sunshine headed Tammy's way. Wonderful feelin headed our way. Mr. Stork is headed south and won't be back, oh, what a wonderful feelin, headed our way."
By the way, I've had eye lashes fall off that hurt worse than that little procedure. And it sure is "cold" for some reason in that room.

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

well you should know...old age can cause some forgetfulness. Thanks for the...ummm...encouragement. I've never EVER been to the hospital for ANY kind of...procedure. Other than needles, which i despise, no sharp objects have ever entered my body. I'm not scared, its just my unblemished track record is coming to an end.

Big Bro said...

Aw, it ain't "nuttin'." I'm telling ya, clippin your fingernails hurt worse. well, since
"nothing sharp has entered your body", I will tell ya this. When the doc makes a small incision on one side, he sticks this like... long grappling hook up there, you know, like from "Jaws", and hanks what feels like part of an intestine, and pulls it out that small incision. Yeah, then he makes a knot, cuts it, then you smell this burning. By the way did I tell you it was sure cold in there. Other than that, its just like.....pulling out nose hairs.

The Friendly Neighborhood Piper said...

Things seem to be escalating rapidly.

Big Bro said...

Oh wait, maybe the Jaws movie referral wasn't what I was really looking for. Maybe, more appropriately ....William Wallace (Braveheart) at the end....where..you know, they've got him laying spread out, tied down, and cutting his.... well you remember. Then he screams out... "FREEDOM!". Yeah, that's what its like. At least, that's what Tammy should scream (with a big ole grin).

Buck said...

You are a braver... if not better... man than I, Jay.

Everyone has their horror stories on this subject, and nearly as many people have their "no big deal" stories, too. It might just be the luck of the draw...

I hope you draw well, and I'll hold my horror stories. You've doubtlessly heard enough of 'em by now.

Anonymous said...

Now let's hear from the other half! Your little "snip" is NOTHING compared my "snip" while giving birth to these beautiful children of ours! And it won't be ANYTHING compared to our last child--remember the 10lb 4 oz one who came out an opening only slightly bigger than the incision you'll have. I will hold your hand and cheer you on, my love, but "hang" tough and be a sport. Love you!

Kris, in New England said...

Um - TMI... :-)

WINTER WOMAN said...

Well, Jay Boy,this is your ole' daddy bull. Join the "steer" club. Way back in 1968, when you were just a yearling, your "mama cow" said, "No more." She made the appointment with the friendly town "vet" for the day before Thanksgiving to give me time to heal before going back to work. So I went and had my "little snip," then I drove 100 miles to Gpa Graham's farm. When I walked in, a little stiff, I might add, your Gpa said, "What's the matter, Gene?" To which I answered, "I'm a steer." Your "mama cow" thought that a fitting comeback since Gpa
was a farmer with cattle. By the way, I never took a pain pill (that the "vet" supplied) and the next afternoon all us "steers" and you "bull calves" got out and played touch football in the yard.

This is your "0le mama cow."Yep, I told that ole' bull of mine that I had contributed enough to the Palmer Family Corral with three little bulls. If was time to "cut the cord" and stop before we hada whole herd of "rompin buckin' little bulls. He's right, I made the appointment myself and I didn't go hold his "hoof" either.