Name: Susie
It's My Potty, and I'll Cry if I Want To . . .
10:30 P.M. "After the lovin'..."
I guess it's only reasonable to give y'all an update on how things went. Not bad; just not as well as I'd hoped. The symptoms are beyond those mentioned often in the comments, the "burning" with which you sluts good people all seem so well-acquainted. The doc recommends a "procedure" which involves the insertion of a camera into a place where no camera was ever supposed to go (insert pathetic whimper here). But that won't happen until January 23rd. So until then, unless parts of me burst and fly around the room, I won't trouble you further with symptomology, because, what IS this, the whiny blog of some middle-aged woman with pee troubles? I think NOT!
I've always been "Ms. I-like-my-privacy" on here, and I must say, I've had moments of regret at having posted what I did today. But dammit, I wanted some wishes, and it would have been disingenuous to just party without letting you know that it's a weird birthday I've got here this time. And maybe more than being about privacy, I want to be about being genuine. PLUS, if I hadn't told you, I wouldn't have gotten those songs, and those wishes, that absolutely made a tough day easier. You are good people. This blogging is a good thing. Thank you for helping me today. I'll let you know what happens after the tests later in the month. Until then, if you think of it, slip my name in your prayers. Thank you again.
Here it is again. A birthday. My birthday!
I know what you're thinking. You're wondering, "Hmmm, how does Susie plan to spend her birthday..." (work with me). Well, I'll tell you. I'm going to do something I've never done before. I, Susie, will be visiting today with a Eurologist. That's right. There is more than a little bit of self-deception at work here (that's nothing new for middle-aged folk and birthdays), because I am choosing to misspell the title of the person with whom I shall be spending the afternoon.
If I call him a Eurologist, I can tell myself that he's someone knowledgeable about Europe; I can pretend that he's sort of a travel agent. Not a thing wrong with visiting a travel agent on one's birthday. If I weren't being delusional-by-choice today, I would leave the "E" off his title, and admit to myself and to you that I'll be spending my birthday afternoon with a . . . come closer, I have to whisper, with a peepeedoc. And surely you agree, there is something very wrong with spending one's birthday in the company of a peepeedoc. (Unless, of course, you ARE a peepeedoc, or your significant other is; in that case, my apologies to you.)
I will not go into detail as to the whys and wherefores of this visit. Suffice it to say that scary and unpleasant symptoms developed during the holidays that could not be diagnosed nor treated by my family docs. Hence, they said, "We must send you off to the Eurologist to determine why you have such trouble when European!" (OK, I'm killin' myself with that one!)
Serious Susie, age 4
Gift certificates for eyebrow waxing will be accepted
Alright, I told y'all that so you would feel sufficiently sorry for me that you would do my bidding today. It is, after all, my birthday, and I believe that gives me the right to be a little bossy (-er than usual). All I want is for you to wish me some wishes. BUT. There's a catch.
I want you to wish me some wishes in the form of song lyrics.
A line, a verse, whatever. Funny, serious, insulting, oldies, newies, original compositions, funk, bluegrass, crap, I don't care. I'm a BIG MEDICAL CHICKEN, and it will help my anxiety about today's goings-on, if y'all will sing to me. AND -- "Happy Birthday to you" does NOT COUNT.
Silly Susie, age 4
Definitely capable of delusions.
Such as, "My jumper is of an acceptable length."
Ready? And a one, and a two . . .
UPDATE: It's August95's birthday, too! Go wish her some wishes, and show her your buttcrack (don't ask me; ask her, I'm not getting involved in that sort of thing).
posted by Susie | 12:10 AM
69 heads are better than one . . .
*sung to the tune of "Dancing Queen" with apologies to ABBA*
Friday night and the lights are low
The PeePee Doc is where she'll go
Where they'll poke and they'll prod her
Without a single kiss
There's something that she won't miss
They'll look for stuff that would scare you blind
But the only thing that they will find
Is a piece of the wrapper
From a Funny Bone
You'll wonder why it's there
Well then let me share
She is the Susie Queen
Young and Sweet
Only 17(ish)
Susie Queen
See her pee
On her brand new jeans, oh yeah
She can dance
She'll sing a song
But they will find nothing wrong
Oooo
See that girl
Watch that scene
Diggin' the Susie Queen
Oh...and
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy BIRTHDAY dear Susie
Happy Birthday to you.
So there.
/turns away, daunted after reading Jim's masterpiece magnum opus.
/rallies...
OK... Susie, you've picked a fabulous day to be born! I know this, because I'm married to a 'nuther Jan. 6 baby, and he's the most wonderful person I know, so it must be a really good day to be born. For now, I'm going to hope the day after your birthday is a tremendously fabulous day!!!
/scurries off before anyone notices the lack of lyrics in comment...
I blame this on Jim for setting the tone... the following is set to ABBA "Take a Chance On Me"
Part the first:
"Am I first in line?
Oh no, it's time,
(This won't be free),
'Take your pants off for me,'
'If you need help, let me know, nurse will be around,
I'm hoping you need to go, make sure the seat's down',
"Happy birthday to me!
I wish I could pee!"
She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street
She's all right, she's all right
That girl's all right with me, yeah
She's a SUPER FREAK, SUPER FREAK
She's super freaky, yow!
In my haste to post,
I forgot a line,
I was doing the dishes,
Can you forgive me this time?
Part the first (corrected):
"Am I first in line?
Oh no, it's time,
(This won't be free),
'Take your pants off for me,'
'If you need help, let me know, nurse will be around,
I'm hoping you need to go, make sure the seat's down',
I'm all alone, I really wish I was at home,
"Happy birthday to me!
I wish I could pee!"
Part the second:
"'Susie, it's too late, we're gonna have to amputate,'
"Am I gonna die? Thought it was a U.T.I.!!"
'Wait, that's the wrong chart,
(Susie, honey, how is your heart?)
I give you a start?'"
Listen (ooh ah ooh)
Do you want to know a secret (ooh ah ooh)
Do you promise not to tell...
Therapists are good at keeping secrets (unless it's about their visit to the peepeedoc).
Anyway, that song reminded me of you. (Just the first part.)
Happy Birthday!
jim, I so enjoyed having snax with you last night. This, this SONG is above and beyond my hopes for this little lark o' mine, and I am quite delighted by it.
eclectic, we certainly can't all be Jim, I know; he is a tough act to follow. I am tickled to have the same b'day as Mr. E. Very cool. And I do hope you'll come back and sing us a lil' sumpin'. A little Sesame Street, and old Bible camp song! I know you've got it in ya...
eud, *clearing throat* . . . *clearing throat and shaking head* . . . Evil, is it? Your first name? Umhmm. The idea, EVIL Uncle Dave, was to REDUCE, that's REDUCE my anxiety. So, um, toward that end, you introduce "pants off," "amputate" and "die." You'll have a birthday some day, eud. You might even have to see a peepeedoc some day. And when that day comes:
I'll be there . . .
I'll be there . . .
Just look over your shoulder baby . . .
WHOOOOOO!
I'll be there . . .
(You DESERVE '70s Michael Jackson, mister!)
basket case, I LIKE that song, and I haven't thought of it in years. Thank you!
Wishing you wishes? Oh no... Susie, cross my heart, I did not read your blog before I posted on my site today... Honest to Gock.
Happy birthday to Su-Su-Sussio!
(if I can do better later, I'll be back)
I was going to end it happily,
Even though work here is distracting,
So give me just one more moment, dear,
Before you start with the detracting.
Damnit Jim! I'm an executive assistant! Not a musician!
Susie, what you need is a pianist (pee-n-ist! get it?!) Ok yeah. I'll be back MUCH later...
oh, um, rick, sorry, I missed you there! Thanks, man, and um, you look good (for a dead dude).
Susie, Happy Birthday. I worked on this and it is not perfect and I took some serious artisitc license with it. My apologies to the Eagles and to you for not coming up with something better.
On a dark deserted monitor, At my desk in my chair
Warm smell of electronics, rising up through the air
On the Next button on Blogger, I saw a shimmering light
My mouse grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop at her site.
Gumby he stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then Susie lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices in the comments area,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Blog What was I thinking
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Blog What Was I thinking
Any time of year, It will be Fun here
Bucky’s mind is-twisted, Then there is Von Krakipantzen
There is Greenie, Kalki Ck and Mrtl, that she calls friends
How they laugh in the comments, Susie is the best.
Some blogs you remember, This one you can’t forget.
So I called up the captain,
How come you never rant or Whine
SHe said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Blog What Was I thinking
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Blog What was I thinking
What a nice surprise, bring your Booty Flies
Aaron Nevill on the Ceiling,
Naked Twister was nice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the Sunday Post
Trying to read all the Archives
But you just can’t beat this Host
Last thing I remember, I was
Clickin to find More
I had to find the passage back
To “depressed” blog’s I was before
’relax,’ said the Susie,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
It's your birthday and you're going to the Eurologist?
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic!
Happy bday you!
Here's my best effort:
You say it's your birthday!
(nah nah nah nah nah nah)
It's my sister's birthday too, yeah!
(nah nah nah nah nah nah)
What is it about the Day of Epiphany? My sister, you, Eclectic's husband...wait...are you guys the Three Wise Men???
ck, I like the Sussio song; maybe the peepeedoc will have a pee-an-ist playing in his waiting room. That would be a nice touch; unlike the touch that awaits in the examining room :(
eud, oh, oh, didn't mean to rush you there. You're WORKING? It's my birthday, take the day off! I shall wait patiently for the "happily." :)
william. Oh, william. You apologize for THAT? Oh, nonono. That is magnifabulificent. I just don't have words to say how I felt when I read that. (That's why I made one up :)
hanni, well, YEAH, that 'bout sums it up; very appropos lyrics. (Are there too many p's in there? Just like me these days to have trouble with the p's) :0
andrea, that's great! But you have stumbled onto our little secret. It can now be revealed: Mr. E., your sister, and I, are indeed, the Three Wise Ones :)
OMG...William is the KING!
Oh, you KILLED me with the European!
I'll be back with my song,
Hope I won't be long!
Oh yeah, and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUSIE FAIRCHILD!!!
All the best people were born today lol. I knew there was something I like about you. It's my birthday today too. Capricorns rock.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUSIE.
What would your birthday be without Aaron Neville seranading you?
. . .
Look at that nurse
She thinks that she’s all-knowin’
Look at this pee-cup
I think it’s over-flowin’
It don’t flow much
When Europeaaaaannnnn
But the thought of a catheter
Is enough to make me go
So many questions
Still left unanswered
Maybe the labwork
Will lead to a breakthrough
And when the urge strikes me
(There’s no way to say it politely)
I gotta go, and how it burns!
Is the litmus bluuuuueeee?
. . .
Hee!
Happy Birthday Susie!
(Please note that I used the term "working" somewhat loosely ;) )
I would never tease,
'cept I know you'll be okay,
It will be all right,
Because it's your Birthday!
Part the last (same tune):
The doctor's still talking, lips are still moving, why aren't I listening?
I'm far too worried, I'm totally distracted, why is he whistling?
'Cos you know I've got
So much that I wanna do... 'Ma'am!! Sorry to have bothered you,
It's tragic,
We've totally wasted your time, (but we're still taking your dime,)
I want you to know,
That you're free to go,
Put it out of your mind, you'll be just fine!
Happy Birthday, Susie!'"
...
It's all over (finally),
Sorry to have caused any trauma,
Wouldn't be a true birthday,
With the complete absence of drama.
(And admit it... my horrid rhyme made you laugh.)
Darn it, I soooo could have posted an animal's rear for you too. I am a slacker, what can I say.
Tell you what, I'll update the blog and you can pick which cheek you want! How's that for a birthday wish?!
William! That was SUPERB! Damn fine!
Oh, lordy, I can't compete with all that lyrical goodness! I can't even think properly today!
(to the tune of "Mandy")
Oh, Susie,
You went and it burned and you cried.
And now you have to go see the doctor!
Oh, Susie,
It's your birthday today and we blove you,
And you will be okay,
Oh, Susie.
You guys RULE! William, I will never hear "Hotel California" the same, ever again.
I'm sorry. I am too burned out to rhyme right now. But from the little glimpses you've given us of LG, I'd say she certainly looks like her mama.
I got nothin'. I'll be back later!
Susie, you're a fine girl,
What a good blogger you do be.
And the doc'll make it easier
for you when you pee. doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo.
Your pictures are just adorable. We do know who LG looks like.
Can't wait to hear your good news!
Happy Birthday, sis!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL PERSON!
Okay, this is weird because I've had this running through my head since I read your title.
My girl wants to potty all the time
Potty all the time
Potty all the time.
My girl wants to potty all the time
potty all the time.
Happy Birthday, Bootyful Susie!
Oh I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've got to show the world, world's got to pee, see all the pee
pee that's in me. I said, why walk alone, why worry when it's
warm over here. You've got so much to say, say what you mean,
mean what you're thinking, and think anything.
Oh why, why must you pee you're life away, you've got to live for today, then let it go
Oh, Eurologist, I want to spend this time with you, there's nothing I wouldn't do, If you let me know.
And I can't keep it in, I can't hide it and I can't lock it away.
Sorry to Cat Stevens for screwing up his lyrics, so of course this would be put to Cat Stevens "Can't Keep it In." Just happen to be listening to Cat Stevens this morning and this was the song that was playing when I read this post.
Happy Birthday Susie! I hope it is a happy one!
Well, I can't compete with any of that. Good heavens.
Happy Birthday Susie! And remember...
Maybe I never told you, I'm so happy you're supine...and I guess I never told you you will end up feeing fine...
Euro always on my mind...
Euro always on my mind...
When January is in its sixth day
and the morning sun does rise
We all wish happy birthday to the women with the bootyflies
this is the dawning of the age of the capricorn
when a lot of cool people are born
cap-ri-corn
cap-ri-corn
I've just exposed my lack of lyrical skills to wish you a happy birthday. That's how much I care :)
Happy Birthday, Susie.
Also, you were such a beautiful little girl. Just adorable.
Awww...who said this was the toughest song in the world to sing? My posthumous apologies to Francis Scott Key.
O-ohh say can you pee?
For the nurse on demand?
She stands owwwwt-side that door,
With her ears all a-liss-nen.
She can hear your soft farrrrrrt
As you try to comply
With her imposs'ble request
To fill up to that line.
And Miss Susie did try!
And she gave a biiiiiig sigh
When sheeeee realized
That the cup was still dryyyyyy.
Oh say does Miss Susie
Still have heeeer-errrrrrrr praaaaahblemmmmm?
O-er a burrr-errr-NING pee-PEEEEEE?
Or from shaaaaaare-ING onnnnnn the NET!
hehehe
Oh man, I SO can't compete with these lyricists. So I'll just say that I hope everything comes out okay at the doctor.
Happy Birthday, Susie!
I am so very late to this party!! I got no song. But I love much and wish you a wonderful, fun-filled, incredible birthday, with much learning about Europe!
Oh! I got a song!
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, look I'll play my VCR.
You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
****
Not sure how it fits, it just popped into my head.
i'll sing you the same song i sang to groovebunny since 'Happy Birthday' is in fact copyrighted:
Happy (content removed),
Happy (content removed),
I know it’s your birthday,
But ASCAP will sue.
Have a wonderful birthday, Susie -
I'll sing you the song my father's family taught me:
Happy Birthday, Happy
Happy Birthday, Happy
This is your day to have a lot of fun
Happy Birthday, Happy
Happy Birthday, Happy
This is your day BUT WE HAVE ALL THE FUN!
"I don't know why,
"I love you like I do,
"I don't know why, I just do."
Oh my Gosh! My mind is blank, Jim and William said it all.....I usually can break into song at the sound of a word....but like I said my mind is blank.....but i can say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, and I hope you have a cute pee pee doctor....
Oh yeah I forgot to mention what an adorable four year old . . .
The other is John has a friend who is a urologist and his name is Peter Standard. He is retired now . . . Which of course brought up a whole bunch of new jokes. ;)
What's the refrain from that Chumba Wumba song?
Pissin' the night awayyyyy
You know. If you're into that sorta thing.
And in case no one has said it in the last five minutes, HAPPY BIRFDAY!
All due respect to "The Brady Bunch":
Here's the story, of a lovely lady.
She was peeing out some very gnarly pearls.
So she had to see the doc -- he was English,
He got all in her curls.
(You shoulda let me bow out gracefully, there, Suse!)
Happy Birthday, Sweet Susie
AKA-Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen by Neal Sedaka
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet Susie
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet Susie
Today’s the day I’ve waited for
Because you’re not a baby anymore
You’ve turned into the best blogger you’ll ever read
Happy birthday sweet Susie
How we love those funny posts
You make us smile and laugh the most
I can’t believe my eyes you’re on a blogging spree
Happy birthday sweet Susie
When you were only four you were so damned cute
Then you flashed your leg – your skirt was moot
Then you grew up and had ”Little Girl”
And you look so similar, her eyes are so familiar
If Jif’s your oyster then she’s your pearl, so
If I could play with sweet Biscuit
I’d trim the hair from his eyes-snip it
Your family’s the sweetest there’ll ever be
Happy birthday sweet Susie
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet Susie
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet Susie
FADE: Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet Susie
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUSIE!!!!!
I'm just wondering if the Eurologist is going to tell you that you have Booty Flies.
I can barely write about everyday stuff, let alone top all the great lyrics already here.
This is by Dr. Seuss, an actual book.
And if you have seen it before, well, it is worth repeating.
If We Didn’t Have Birthdays
by Dr. Seuss
If we didn’t have birthdays, you wouldn’t be you.
If you’d never been born, well then what would you do?
If you’d never been born, well then what would you be?
You might be a fish! Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob! Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of hard green tomatoes.
Or worse than all that…Why, you might be a WASN’T!
A Wasn’t has no fun at all. No, he doesn’t.
A Wasn’t just isn’t. He just isn’t present.
But you…You are YOU! And, now isn’t that pleasant!
Happy Birthday, Susie!
Here's hopin' the trip to the Eurologist brings good tidings for a fine birthday year!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
These are all sooo good and how can I even come close to Jim and William?
My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to say
My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to do
I know that you'll be peein' fine when I say this to you
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang
and...
A very merry unbirthday
To you
Who, me?
To you
Oh, me
Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to me
A very merry unbirthday
To me?
To you
A very merry unbirthday
For me?
For you
Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you
Happy Birthday! Hope the peepee doc issues all come out okay in the end. ;)
credit the late, great louis armstrong, for whom they named our darned airport:
Jeepers, creepers....where'd ya get them peepers
Jeepers, creepers...where'd ya get those eyes
jim, ain't he something? You truly did set the bar high in this lyrical limbo extravaganza ;) No...wait, if it's limbo, and you did good, that means you set the bar LOW. Yea, LOW.
ladybug, girlfriend, you KILLED here; Jif is sick as a dog, with laryngitis and green snot, and your "It don't flow much ... when Europeeeeaaannn" damn near did him in.
august, that makes me so happy; just plum buttcrack happy! (I have no idea...)
tmom, welcome! Short and sweet and funny, I liked that one! :)
eud, now tha's what I'm talkin' about. I hope the doc will tell me that, in just those words. Didn't happen today, but I hope it will.
swirlybunns, your name always makes me hungry. You were the first person ever to wish me a happy buttcrack birthday :)
bloggy, I have NEVER had such a gift, nor such an offer. What a day this has been :0
ck, the boy is truly gifted, ain't he?
misfit, you are a loon, and Jif and I LOL'ed at your song ;)
bucky, isn't it FUN? I love this so much. LG has my eyes and I think she gets the cheeky monkey cheeks from baby Jif AND baby Susie :)
squirl, thank you, girl. The peepeedoc
Came, on a winter's day
Bringing instruments
From far away
But he made it clear
He couldn't stay
No office was his home
torrie, don't you ever forget girl, that my birthday is one of the BEST days of your life. GOSH, I am so freakin' happy for you.
TORRIE IS PREGNANT!!!!
chchchchia, you slayed Jif and me, too. Hey la, hey la, indeed, my furry little friend.
crayoneater, a little Eddie Murphy is a welcome addition here. Insert Eddie's laugh right here; I can't spell it, but I can hear it :)
nina and cat, thank you for that. I do not want to pee my life away, that's for sure :)
jana, that is outstanding; if I weren't so exhausted, I'd jump in and add a few verses. GREAT song.
JOMAMA!, thank you, popeye's mama, and I love the song.
MinM, hi-larious, and very astute. I have had second thoughts (3rd, 4th...) about sharing on the innernets. But if I hadn't, I couldn't have had a national freakin' anthem dedicated to me, now could I? heeheeeee
sharkey, thank you; these songsters went way beyond my wildest hopes ;)
lawbrat, that song makes no freakin' sense at all, is totally out of context, etc., which makes it ABSOLUTELY PERFECT for inclusion in the comments of this here blog :)
XOXOXOX
brando, thanks for the sentiment; but "content removed" is hitting a little too close to home tonight; the doc says that might be a possibility :0
sheryl, I would love to HEAR that song; that's new to me. It does look like folks had fun here, and I had PLENTY reading through this evening.
hoss, that one got a BIG SMILE here :)
judyp, you know, he just wasn't all that, I'm sorry to say :p
mrtl, I do hope your wishes come true, you Beanie Baby, you :)
nina, thanks, and don't you LOVE it when people have names that "match" (or don't) their occupations?
bucky, you're the first with the BIRFDAY wishes! When I read that, I sing it like "Twistin' the night away..."
Pissin', pissin'
everybody's feelin' great,
Yea, we're pissin', pissin'
Pissin' the night away!
(ohgosh, it's been a long day)
eclectic, as is so often the case, you have taught me something: quit while you're ahead ;)
kranki, that was perfection, my friend. So much fun to sing. You are a love.
closetmetro, he did not. The kindest thing he said was, "I hate to tell you this . . . "
mrsDoF, that is lovely. I'm GLAD I'm not a wasn't. I want to stay an IS for a long time.
ritapita, most excellent choices, much fun :)
sassyfemme, thank you. I hope they do, too, IN THE END. I was hoping the end would be today (of the issues, that is), but more tests to come :(
raz, I remember that one, from when I was little :) Happy day to you, too, again :)
" I wanna rock n roll all night, and potty every day, I wanna rock and roll all night, and its Susies Birthday. She, is gonna rock n roll all night, and potty in the cup, She wants to rock n roll all night, and not miss that cup, I wanna rock n roll all night, and hope that Susie washes her hands"
Happy Birthday
and my confimation word? O Y IPIZ
Aw come on, can't a girl just wish you happy birthday?! And wouldn't you know that all I can think of is a children's rhyme? Sheesh.
Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker's man
Bake Susie a cake as fast as you can!
There, you happy now? HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUSIE!!!!
So you're saying I made Jif snork? Hee. Oh, and sorry Jif!
Much love, virtual hugs, and prayers from for you, my friend.
grrrl, as nina simone would say...
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
i believe that God made this appointment on your birthday to enlighten you/your docs to a problem that they can fix, and a few tests will confirm that, and your bl@dder and body will function better than ever. of course my prayers are with you for the next few weeks. ::feel better::
This is a day when I have to use the keyboard command to hold down the Control key while pushing the End key.
So Many Comments!
What a memorable birthday for you!
In years past, my birthday being in June, an aunt and uncle got married, a dear friend was in a car accident so I was in the ER, my brother got married, and just last summer I was at a funeral for a fella I went to high school with.
Your birthday is already over in your time zone, but You, sweet lady, have helped many of us with your courage and sense of humor.
Lullaby and Good Night.
Happy B-day gorgeous!!! Happy New year too.
dc
Prayer thing - consider your name slipped.
Hugs to you Susie, you should lean on us. That is what we all do, lean on each other. Besides, someone may have information that could help you.
You are always such a rock for everyone else. I am slipping you in also.
JR, very nice, good beat, I can dance to it, I'll give it a 9. ;)
kalki, yes, I'm VERY happy. That is a classic, thank you ;)
chchchchia, thank you. Well, a chiapet is furry, and a little kitty is furry . . . but you know what else? When Kristine announced her before and after SPF, I thought of you. I still remember your before and after leg shaving pix. Now that is some inspired blogging there :)
ladybug, thanks, and yes, we both snorked. His was more liquidy :0
razdreams sounds good to me; I'm gonna go with that theory :)
nikki, I know, that jumper is "What was my mother thinking?" About 1964, I don't know what was up fashion wise. I do remember watching little Shirley Temple with too-short dresses, maybe that's what we were going for! :)
mrsDoF, thank you. You reminded me, on my 35th birthday, I was at the funeral of someone my age. Life, good and bad, flows over birthdays just like other days.
momo, not lame at all, indeed, it was more what I was expecting than these over-achieving masterpieces here! Can't go wrong with a BINGO rip-off ;)
dang, thank you, I hoped you'd make an appearance :)
jim, thank you so much for that. When it's all over, I'll send you some Funny Bones to celebrate :)
august95, wow. When I come on here, I'm a little embarrassed and squeamish seeing this post, because it is more personal than I usually do. But you know, you're right. Already this morning, some lovely someone has emailed me with information. You're absolutely right. Hugs.
Oh, Soozie-Q, crossing my fingers for you...I'll even pray, and you know I don't usually do that!
Dear, Dear Susie . . .
Always in my prayers but now with an added emphasis.
Well, Jan 23 is an auspicious day for medical things as I will be in the hospital on that very same day getting my mastectomy. Yet another proceedure that is not too cool to get. I will think of you and your "modelling shoot" and hope that you get enough happy meds to make it even a little fun. Will you be posting pics?
Ask the Doc if he has a Flickr account for the pics.
In all seriousnous I will be praying for you.
A "Flick her" account? William, I do believe that's just being nasty.
;)
But Susie, you are in my thoughts AND prayers. Be well, beloved.
Happy Belated Birthday!
Sorry, can't think of any song lyrics to alter.
Great, now I'll never look at a Eurologist in the same way again!
happy belated birthday. the RSS feed must have been delayed. Capricorns ROCK!
Susie--I had that procedure done. It was NOT a big deal, don't worry. You will be under sedation & you won't feel a thing :)
If your like, email me at nurse_mikki@yahoo.com
Hang in there!
misfit, alright, now, I'm holding you to that. I KNOW it will be very effective. I can just picture God, all "WHO? Hey, I haven't heard from this one lately . . . she's CUTE . . . what's she want? SURE, I can do that . . . glad to hear from you, Misfit!" Thank you :)
nina, thank you, please keep up the good work :)
my dearest kranki, I know. Would you believe, when the receptionist went to schedule my procedure (hate that word), she said, Jan. 23rd, and I opened my mouth to say, "No, I can't do it then, that's kranki's surgery." As though I were planning to be at the hospital with you. Because I am. Just from far away. I caught myself, though, didn't say anything. But I thought, and I said to another blogfriend in an email last night, I should just shut up my whiny face, because what's happening to me will be nothing compared to what's happening to you. Good news is, we'll both be OK. Better than OK. Except I won't get anything shiny and new to post pictures of on my blog ;)
william, cheez, you people! If they give me pix, I swear, I will post them!
Thank you, please do pray. I do believe, I do, I do.
eclectic, thanks, friend. I surely do want to follow your instructions.
sierrabella, thank you! That's OK, you're always plenty altered :)
stephlys, thank you, and welcome. I like me some Capricorns, too, although I don't know much about the Zodiac. My husband is one of us :)
MinM, thank you so much. I emailed you.
Happy late birthday, dear.
As for the song...
Come on baby, now
(come on baby)
Piss and shout
(piss and shout)
Come on, come on, come on baby now (come on baby)
Come on and pee it all out
(pee it all out)
oooouuuccchhhh.......
good luck. Thinking of you. :)
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