In case you missed it on the main board
http://www.obesityhelp.com/morbidobesity/messageboard/postdetail/1364343.html?vc=0
"Twas the Night Before Bypass"
'Twas the night before bypass,
when all through my gut
not a morsel was stirring,
not even a nut.
The suitcase was packed by the back door with care,
in hopes that a new me would soon return there.
I lay nestled, snug in my bed
while visions of calories danced in my head;
and me in my plus size pajamas and wrap,
had just settled in for a long, restless nap.
When deep in my mind there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my dreams to see what was the matter.
Away to my fridge I flew like a flash,
ripped open the door and drooled at the stash.
The moonlight reflecting off the beautiful snacks
gave a luster of radiance to all on the racks.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but an array of the comfort foods I hold so dear.
With a familiar feeling of all those I'd pick,
I thought in a moment I just might be sick.
More lovely than angels their voices they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called me by name;
"Now pizza, now French fries, now chocolate galore
on cheesecake, on ice cream, on donuts and more!"
From the tip of my tongue,
to the end of my toe,
I will miss you all more than ever you'll know.
As an addict that shakes and stirs as he sits,
I'll mourn the loss of my delectable hits.
So back to my bed I went with great haste,
and settled back down with nary a taste.
And then in an instant,
in pre-op I sat,
nervously waiting to no longer be fat.
As I sat deep in thought and adjusted my gown,
In came my surgeon in one single bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs,
from his head to his feet
and he seemed very calm as he eyed me like meat.
He looked at my chart,
with his scope gave a listen,
I don't think he noticed my eyes starting to glisten.
He was chubby and plump -- he could lose some himself,
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke barely a word as he prepped for his work,
he paused for a moment,
then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his face,
and giving a nod, out of the room he did race.
He checked in the next day,
to his students gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like a down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
"speedy thinness to you and a healthier life!"
Author unknown
I have a feeling my fellow scrappers would really appreciate this poem. I see it on the page next to or with your pre-op photos. I see pre-ops dressing up just to get photos for this poem. Not that any of us ever take photos so we can use a particular paper, sticker, embellishment or die cut... we would never do that
Tonya
Thanks Melissa,
Here are some of the titles I have for fathers:
Fathers
? A man's home is his castle
? Man cannot live on sports alone!
? The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
? The way to a dad's heart is with the batting of eyelashes.
? Because I'm the dad, that's why!
? You wait until your father gets home!
? A great wife, kids and health, are a man's greatest wealth.
? HIS WIFE = his bride & joy!
? Dear old dad...
? Like father, like son!
And some parenting ones:
Parenting
? We've entered a changing world.
? Quit looking at me with that tone of face!
? A source of joy from beginning to end, you are our children, but also our friends.
? You can search treasure maps, and oceans so deep, my child is my diamond, forever I'll keep.
? What part of NO don't you understand?
? Parents together, a team forever.
? My child nothing could replace, the loving smile upon your face.
? One thing now we know is true, nothing's better than being parents to you.
? Our dreams came true... when we became parents to you.
? Child of God, child of mine.
I have tons more... I think I posted them in the files section of the yahoo group. I have lots of quotes to.... and many Becky Higgins sketches if you want them I would be happy to email them to you. They are all in MS Word. Let me know. I am not a creative person but I copy real well
Tonya