For those of you who are waiting to hear the review of True Blood, I am giving it another couple of weeks. Right now, I am not impressed. It seems very reminiscent of the Twilight series.
Instead of a real review, I have a funny story about my Dad to tell, which coincidentally fits with the running theme of "all things butts" here at my blog.
Text message from my Dad: "Colon all ok"
This leads me to believe I have forgotten that something was amiss about his colon. Usually, I am not one to forget cancer scares.
Me back: "Were we expecting something else?"
Dad back to me: "Nope, just routine check. Keeping you updated."
One the one hand, I am glad to have such an open relationship with my Dad. I would worry if I thought that he might not be ok. But on the other hand, I kind of think, "no news is good news" on issues of colons, breasts, and pap smears. Keep that in mind if you are thinking you need to report in. I am assuming you are ok until I hear otherwise.
I told Phollower, BP, and Zoe about the exchange (of course). This led to the usual stupid jokes (of course), which I can not help but share with you - since we are all so crazy funny! :)
Phollower: You should tell him that I checked, and your colon is ok too.
[Then imagine the sound of little, perverted wheels turning.]
Phollower: He could have just typed ":ok"
Zoe: How long would you have stared at that wondering what the face meant.
BP: It's a surprised guy with an open mouth in a bow tie, like the look on your Dad's face when he was getting his colon checked.
[BP then made the face.]
BP: Wow, your Dad has his own emoticon!
So there you have it, Dad. If you are still reading my blog, I am sure you regret it now.
8 comments:
I think from this point on, your father should be refered to as :ok.
I'm not sure why I still find it so hilarious, but I'm still cracking up over the whole thing. And lets not for the ;ok.
I'm very familiar with "little, perverted wheels turning" at my house.
I should probably get my own damn blog, so I could tell such stories in my own space. Awww, what the hell . . .
Years ago, my mother and aunt needed to take my grandfather for a physical. He was in his late 80s and suffering from dementia (didn't recognize family members, thought it was still 1955, etc.) He refused to visit the doctor for quite some time.
However, because he had glaucoma and was terrified of going blind, they told him it was a visit to the eye doctor, not the family doctor. This worked, and he agreed to go.
So, at some point in the physical, the doctor needed to check his prostrate and/or colon. He asked my grandfather to drop his pants and bend over.
As he was bent over the table with the doctor's finger (fingers?) up his ass, my grandfather looked at my mother and aunt and exclaimed, in all seriousness, "This is the most thorough eye exam I've ever had!"
I still laugh whenever I think of that image: my sweet old grandpa, pants around his ankles and some guy's finger up his ass, thinking he's being checked for glaucoma or night blindness or something.
O'Butter: That was a freaking riot! Feel free to use my blog for those kinds of tidbits.
I agree o'butter, you need a blog. I'd read it!
Thanks, Sylvia, for letting me use your blog space once in a while. :-) I miss seeing you guys at hockey! The move and new job have been great, but I can't replace all the good friends and cool people from hockey.
Tysgirl: Thanks, too, for the props. I do read your blog , and should I ever start up my own, I'd be honored if you read it. I gotta tell you, while I'm not much of a dog person (bad allergies, unfortunately) your pics blow me away. I especially love your dog pics!
That is hilarious!
Along the same lines, here are some more emoticons.
8ok (used to describe someone's digestive status)
.ok (for use following a pregnancy scare)
/ok (for use following rock star overdose)
Thank you, o'butter. My dogs and my photography are 2 of my biggest passions so it's always nice to be complimented on them.
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