There are a LOT of kids out there who would love to have a parent like you. Sounds like she is, and always will be, dad's little angel.ygmir wrote:...so the doc, the whole staff, my daughter (half high on the pre op meds) are all standing as we got to go in to say "good luck" before the wheel her into the O.R..
well, wished her well, and retreated back.....just as they were wheeling her by she smiles, and says, "Oh dad, don't you stand there crying"... EGAD!! they all turned at once and started laughing!! I was mortified, wiping my cheeks quickly.......explaining that the pollen from the bushes outside must have effected my eyes........
I just hid in a National Geographic for a while in the waiting room.......dang.
having done that "last goodbye" from both sides of the stretcher I can tell you with 100% confidence that you must have intimitated the living shit out of that crew for them to burst out laughing when they saw your tears. I am sure they went from planning the quick escape route to total relief in less than a second, which is why they lost their cool. It must be your meek demeanor and diminutive stature... 
One of our doctors came by our office just now with some delicious home-made butter cookes, oh gosh... 
It's horrible that men are not permitted to cry.
Dressing up scares me. I just don't have what it takes.Elorrum wrote:Dressing up went well.
Well I'll be..... if you haven't just found a way to make us love you all the more.ygmir wrote: and dang.......so the doc, the whole staff, my daughter (half high on the pre op meds) are all standing as we got to go in to say "good luck" before the wheel her into the O.R..
well, wished her well, and retreated back.....just as they were wheeling her by she smiles, and say , "Oh dad, don't you stand there crying"... EGAD!! they all turned at once and started laughing!! I was mortified, wiping my cheeks quickly.......explaining that the pollen from the bushes outside must have effected my eyes........
I just hid in a National Geographic for a while in the waiting room.......dang.
I just got a skirt and coat that fit, wore a tie dye silk scarf made for me by a dear friend, my well used go to black sweater, black tights, and low cowboy boots. I know it looked like shit, but I did my best, and my family scored me high points for effort. I find that just having shoes that feel a bit more difficult to wear than sneakers, and earrings and a necklace, make me hold my head a little higher. I'd be willing to try it again some day. With interviews on the horizon, its' time to work that a little bit.delle wrote:Dressing up scares me. I just don't have what it takes.Elorrum wrote:Dressing up went well.
...like clothes that fit, for one thing...
drive into the soft mud in Lodi, twice?^Rhino! wrote:Glad to hear that Ygmir's daughter is OK. Superb. Good thoughts sent her way for fast and uneventful recuperation.
After the completion of the legendary comedy trifecta last year (standing on a corner in Winslow AZ, drinking a Sprite in Limon CO and sipping Jack Daniels on Old No. 7 Road locally), I'm seeking new vistas of mindless stupid hilarity.
Any simple suggestions?
are you suggesting a "Hof Cotillion"?Elorrum wrote:I just got a skirt and coat that fit, wore a tie dye silk scarf made for me by a dear friend, my well used go to black sweater, black tights, and low cowboy boots. I know it looked like shit, but I did my best, and my family scored me high points for effort. I find that just having shoes that feel a bit more difficult to wear than sneakers, and earrings and a necklace, make me hold my head a little higher. I'd be willing to try it again some day. With interviews on the horizon, its' time to work that a little bit.delle wrote:Dressing up scares me. I just don't have what it takes.Elorrum wrote:Dressing up went well.
...like clothes that fit, for one thing...
I like all the places this just took my mind.ygmir wrote: are you suggesting a "Hof Cotillion"?
