15 July 2009

Givinya de Answers

Lovely comments as usual, and some so funny they require an answer.

Heather said...
Must say, I'd definitely rather book my tickets to the opening day showing of the new Harry Potter movie, than your particular matinee...xo

Me too, Heather, me too. Still, this matinee is a once in a lifetime event, so I'll tune in for that and catch Potter some other time.

Givinya De Elba said...
After the blood and stuff is done, I plan to thank them all for being a great audience. To keep with the atmosphere of The Theatre.

Yeah, I said that so it doesn't require an answer.

Tracy P. said...
And seriously, could they keep the drama to a minimum?

I hope so Tracy. They won't be sure til they're inside me exactly what lunacy this placenta has wrought, but I'm hoping for the best, and that everything is pretty standard and drama-free.

Femina said...
Just remember to thank the Academy.

I hope I remember heaps of stuff actually. I'll put The Academy on the list.

Joy said...
I guess it is theatre depending which end your on. Give 'em a good show!:)JoyP.S. I had my first daughter in a teaching hospital. I felt like every wannabe doctor and nurse came in to take their turn to check on things. It felt like a theatre.

The consent form I signed said I agree to have students watching - and since they see this level of placental craziness about once every 6 months in my hospital, I am sure the dress circle and stalls will be full. If I end up with Jaffas and Maltesers zipped up inside my guts I won't be happy though.

Beth said...
Presumably it's an arcane reference to when they called it the "operating theatre". Which, I must admit I've never understood. Why is it that hospitals (the place you'd hope be ruled by logic) seem to have the most confusing departments and the largest amount of red tape?Anyway, been keeping up with your whole saga and please know I too will keep you and Thingamababy in my prayers...

We must be arcane over here - we still call it the theatre. But you call it the OR don't you? Thanks for praying - I appreciate every praying friend out there.

Schmoochiepoo said...
Wow, you guys in Aus make it all sounds so civilized. :) Will you have to dress up? LOL!

Yes! I am assured I get a lovely 'gown' and everyone will be wearing funny hats!

tinsenpup said...
I don't know, that whole guts show sounds like fairly typical post-modern theatre to me. :)I just wanted to quickly point out too what a great job you've done to bring Thingamababy so far. By the time you have your baby (challenges notwithstanding) you will both be in a really good position to go forward in health and (as you recover) happiness.

Thanks for your lovely words. It's possible that I'll be knocked flat by the stress of the last 18 months (which has been challenge after challenge after burglary after bed-bugs), but I hope it's all made me stronger and I'll be able to whip Life back into shape after this.

You're probably right about guts and post-modern theatre. Probably a caesarean is tame in comparison to a fast explosive natural birth. Less x-rated anyway.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...
So I guess I shouldn't ask if I can watch???Hallie :)

Only people who are paid to watch should actually have to. The rest of us should be spared such a gruesome sight. Chill out Hallie and look at something nice instead - like those gorgeous little dawgs of yours! :)

Jen said...
Oh come on, at what theatre can you get your guts put on your chest? If that is not drama, I don't know what is. Did I say to much?

Not at all. I'm looking forward to having my guts put on my chest. And then trying to make them drink milk from a Milk Distribution System that has proved difficult and awkward in the past. And HUGE - the Milk Distribution System even gives me a fright when I catch sight of it in a mirror, which I generally avoid having to do. (Regarding cup size, I think 'E' stands for 'Enormous' and 'F' is definitely 'Frightening'.) Not sure which will be the more grisly showing in the Theatre - the guts or the Subsequent Milk Debacle. Did I say too much?

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Tracy P. said...

I just learned what Maltesers are from a New Zealander visiting here. We call them malted milk balls, or their major brand name, Whoppers. Jaffas are a mystery, however, but I do hope the spectators keep their snacks to themselves. Glad it's the theater and not the stadium--that should improve your chances considerably!

Givinya De Elba said...

Jaffas are chocolate balls covered in orange confection stuff. Both Maltesers and Jaffas are commonly thrown down movie theatre aisles by teenagers craving acceptance from low-quality peer-groups. Usually, they are subsequently ejected from the theatre.

I expect that medical students will not be doing anything of the sort.

I've heard they prefer Fantales.

(Chewy chocolate-covered caramel squares.)

Crazy Sister said...

My hubby actually DID thank his surgical team for being a wonderful audience during his vasectomy.

Givinya De Elba said...

Where do you think I got the inspiration?

Heather said...

Mmmm, Whoppers. If I start calling them Maltesers from here on out, will I sound exotic and foreign, or just crazier than usual to my friends-n-relations?

I'll have to try later on this morning when I'm going to see Harry. :D

I actually just popped in to the comments section to ask if you've ever seen the Seinfeld episode about the Junior Mints?

Must find a link for you as I don't know if y'all ever got Seinfeld Down Under..........

Back in a moment!

Heather said...

Aha, found the pertinent scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqnf7sLkmqs

(I'm pretty sure that's an operating theater, by the way........)

Here's the Wikipedia explanation of the entire episode:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Junior_Mint

Just remember, if someone's going to drop something inside you during the Critical Moments, that according to Kramer, Junior mints are very refreshing!

Jen said...

you could never say too much.

Joy said...

Oh my goodness... The milk distribution and the drama that coincides. I'm sure that will fill many future post. I just remember resting my distributors on the table top for the first time in my life.

First child wanted nothing to do with my milk distribution, second would have gone for it and did for a short time.


Joy

Tracy P. said...

If I had Fantales, I would definitely keep each and every one of them to myself!

Hairline Fracture said...

You're being such a good sport about attending this particular theater, especially with having the medical students as an audience.

JennyMac said...

An audience of astute medical students and calling it theater..how classy! :) GOOD LUCK.

Heather said...

Hmmm, now my Milk Distribution System is purely ornamental, and wasn't ever in the least bit functional in the Pertinent Period, and yet I *still* can rest the girls on table tops. Sad, as they have no excuse for droop and ought to perky as a young maiden's....

Though, they did come in handy as a means of catching popcorn that dropped en route from the bucket to my mouth during Harry Potter earlier today; I mean, it was *delicious* popcorn (freshly popped, first batch of the day) and it would've been a pity to waste it by having it plummet to the floor. Because, you know, it wasn't SO delicious that I would've eaten Floor Food.

Besides, the girls would've gotten in the way as I leaned over to try and retrieve the wayward kernels, anyhow.

(Oh, and as you're always on about the typos, I initially typed "pooped" instead of "popped" up there. Yes, I corrected it, but if anyone actually reads this far in my rambling comment du jour, they'll know the Real Truth. ;) )

Heather said...

Ugh, missed a word. Ought to *be ...

Clearly, too much Harry Potter has gone to my head and turned what's left of my brain to mush.

I *am* an Alan Rickman fan, y'know. And he was especially amazing in this latest installment. :D

CynthiaK said...

Alright, I've stepped back into the fray here and clearly I've missed a few things. Theatre? Guts? Maltesers? (by the way, we do have Maltesers here in Canada!)

Now I'm going to have to go back and read what all the hoo-ha is about! My best guess is you're having a C-section and med students will be attending the show? Will you be playing ukelele, too?! ;)

Okay, I'd better figure things out here...in any event, good luck! All will be well!

Anonymous said...

Momma Tantrum and Nana Tantrum use Hoo-Ha when describing those certain Lady Parts!!!

Givinya De Elba said...

You mean you call the Milk Distribution System the Hoo-Ha?

Cos I've always thought you only said Hoo-Ha for the other lady parts ... the - you know - the Padoodledoo.

If we're totally going for funny names for body parts, we've gotta get our system working here.

I'm not going to want to picture my bloggy friends trying to rest their Padoodledoos up there on the table-top.

And I'm sure as heck not going to want to EAT off their dining tables if we're ever going to polish up our kayaks and get together!

Givinya De Elba said...

Oooohhhhhhhh - I get it - Nana Tantrum left that comment referring to Cynthia's comment about not knowing what the 'hoo-ha' was all about, meaning what the fuss was all about - okay, yes, we use 'hoo-ha' that way too.

As you were. Your tables are probably fine.

Heather said...

I have never heard of "hoo-ha" used in reference to anything above the belt (however precariously close certain parts may be dangling thereto).

I had a great-aunt (as in "my father's aunt" not that she wasn't great regardless or anything...) who referred to the Milk Distribution System (whether functional or ornamental only) as "Bazooms" ...... I *think* she was trying to say "bosoms" but had the emPHAsis on the wrong sylLAble. It always made *me* think of "bazookas" which, I mean, sure, they *could* be considered Weapons of Mass Destruction in the right scenario, but really, let's not go there, shall we?

And none of this remotely pertains to the hooha region, anyhow. Another digression from yours truly. :)