Canadian Buffoon's Sweet 16 Celebration - Update 01/28 - The End

Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian Friends!

Thanks Alison! :)

Hoping for a new update soon @pkondz but certainly enjoy your holiday completely!

It's pretty much ready to go.
Still need to edit.
And there've been a few
contest guesses posted
that I have to add in.
And a few shout-outs.

Soon.


Turkey done and eaten up. The guilt I feel, it's insane. One day I will be a vegetarian. I've said that for decades but I just love meat.

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Football has started. Please pray for me. And my poor mother who delusional Jean thinks just loves watching with her. :laughing:

:hug:

And Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadians reading this wonderful trip report. Oh yeah, and the one writing it. :bored:

:laughing:
Thanks, Lisa!
Hope yours was good
(not too much football.)
 
OK, these are from before the last update.
(just in case you need to remember what we were talking about way back then)

(don’t know that I’d put that much effort into it though…)




But the best line of all?

"We're on a mission from God."
::yes::

I’m also rather fond of:
“Our lady of blessed acceleration don't fail me now!”


You have to share that, now!
Not so sure that’s such a good idea…
Tell ya’ what, how about I don’t inflict the story on anyone that doesn’t care to hear it.

So here goes…

There was no such thing as “grief counselling” when I was 10. That would have been way back in grade school (specifically in what y’all would call Grade-5). One of the boys in my class that year was a fellow named Willie. I knew him as well as any school kid knows another; he sat four feet away, we talked on and off, had no major problems with each other, so on and so on.

About three quarters of the way through the school year Willie was absent from class one particular Monday and the chatter amongst the kids was that he’d drowned over the weekend. I don’t remember whether this was confirmed by the teacher of someone else in the administration, but once confirmed, you can imagine that it put a bit a pall over the rest of the class. After that though it was just a matter of, OK – books out, let’s get to work. But it was very quiet in class that day.

In the afternoon we had supervised recess. Recess took place daily, but a few days a week, it was organized and lead by a coach who worked at several schools and with many different classes. Again – as you might imagine – none of us kids were in much of an interactive mood; lots of moping, halfhearted attempts at whatever the game was that day, generally kind’a going through the motions. Well Coach had had enough of that nonsense. He called everyone into the center of the black-top for a “come to Jesus meeting”. With all the subtlety of a Marine Corp D.I. he laid into us about how life goes on. Things happen but we just needed to mover past it, and get to doing so dang quickly. We were all still here and there was no time for moaning and groaning and generally being week; time to start growing up and get back to work. Basically: Get over it, now!

This had pretty much the effect that he was looking for. We all now knew that it was our fault we were unhappy and none of the grownups had time for that crap. Not to mention it seemed to us that we were basically failing as humans by letting it bother us. As I remember it, the game that day got considerably more intense after that. You might even say that we verged on being right aggressive from there on. Nothing else was said by any child or adult about Willie on that day. For that matter nothing even remotely related to the subject ever came up anywhere in school ever again. It was just an end to it.

I can’t speak for everyone else in the class, but I’ll tell you that it affected me in how I approach end of life issues. That was the first time I’d dealt with it, and ever since I’ve come at the subject from a very distant (and if I’m honest, probably rather cold) frame of mind. You don’t react to any great degree, and you certainly don’t let others know what you think. You just lock it away along with every other hurt and sorrow until you can’t hold on to any more.

Then you just hope that you don’t get to the point where you can’t hold on to any more.
‘Cause the results of that are usually bad.


Polite veneer...

I remember how shocked I was
when I found out what
"Bless his/her heart" really meant.
And carrying a grudge is often seen as a virtue down this way.


Him I know.
I once told the story of
"An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge"
to at least one of my kids.
Probably Kay.
One of his more famous short stories.
Gives you hope and then steals it right back (and with no warning)
I think he pioneered the use of broken time lines in that one (if I remember my Lit-Classes correctly)


(God, I love power.)
You should run for Dictator.


Which begs the question...

What the heck are you doing with a claymore???????
National Security threat…
Remember?







And…
Here’s the stuff from after the “most recent” update.





Again it got about halfway
between plate and mouth.
There it hovered for a few
fateful seconds...
And again she threw her fork down.

"It's the texture! I can't do it."

And thus endeth the saga
of the Winnipeg grits.
:lmao: :rotfl2: :rotfl:

Stickin’ to her guns, I see.
I didn’t really want to cause such drama, I just advocate for the things that I’ve learned are better than common stereotype makes them out to be.

We actually had them for dinner the other night ourselves.

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That’s sautéed peppers, onions and smoked sausage doing the garnishing, there.
Oh, and a goodly amount of shaved Parmigiano Reggiano.
(and plenty of black pepper, of course)

Mmmmmmmm...


You ruined perfectly good gravy by using MAPLE?! Just no. Sage!!!
Not my first choice in dominate flavors either, but then again…
I ain’t a fan of having inordinate amounts of sage in a good sausage blend either.
A sum total of zero tsp. per pound seems about right. ;)

We’ll have to chalk it up to regional variation, I s’pose.


Dang. Had a good joke here, but I think it's too political to post.
Dang shame.
I imagine it would’a made my day.


Were these magic grits? Did the laws of physics cease to apply on your stove?
All the grits produced on my DW’s stove are magic.
They’ve even been known to please yutes

Or maybe it’s her that’s magic.
Yeah… gonn’a go with that second one, there.


Something tells me I would have a similar reaction to escargot.:rolleyes1
If you don’t like shrimp, then you may well be correct.
The texture is pretty much the same.

The difference is that shrimp tastes like shrimp, but…
Escargot tastes like butter and garlic (in that order).
Lots and lots of butter and garlic…
 
Honestly, I have no idea if the upside down really made a difference. It's the first turkey DW and I ever cooked. We may have just lucked into it but it was incredibly juicy. Not even too dry in sandwiches today for supper.

Hmmm....
I'm tempted to tell you to cook it
right side up for Christmas,
just to compare.


Sure. Maybe I'll try it next time and compare.

I'm at work (and will be for several more hours)
and the recipe is at home.
If I forget to post it in the next
day or so, just remind me.


Oh...see there's my US geography again. I kind of know the edges of the map but all those states in the middle get a bit fuzzy.
Anyway I'm not entirely sure, so I googled Arizona tourist traps and the OK Corral jumped out at me so I'll guess that for #5.

Noted!
 


:wave:
Been just a mite busy for the past little bit so I’m way behind.
(of course, that’s not really that unusual either).

Hi Rob!

No worries. Life... I get it. :)


There’s a numbe of thing I was intending to post back on, but I better go on ahead and get the reply’s for the current update out there first (assuming I’m not already too late).

Nope! Not too late.
No such thing around here.



I had to stare at that
for quite a while
before I could piece it
together.


About as good a SWAG as I could have come up with.
May y’all not be encountering any more of that nonsense.

I hope not.

Then again, it was only
terrifying.


Could’a been because they suspected you of being a foreigner (also pronounced: “fur’a’ner”)
But I ‘spect it was probably just ‘cause it was you.
Remember… we’ve already confirmed you’re on the watch list for fraternizing with known national security risks.

This is true.
I'm surprised that
I can post stuff
with it being ******
****** ** ******.


Unjust?
You mean there’s a possibility that something within the borders of the US could be unjust?
Well I am utterly stunned by this revelation.

Sorry I had to break it to you like that.
Change can be painful.


Not so sure ‘bout that one…
Like many things, it’s probably better if you taste it before your’ told what it is.
(At least, that’s how I got my young’en to like calamari)

Nah. You can tell me.
I'll try just about anything.

Once.


Me too…
Think I’ll have some with dinner.
Heck, maybe FOR dinner.

Had some on Monday. :)

What?

D’you say something?

Nope.
Must've been some other
Canadian.


But a fairly sizable backyard, I take it; certainly vast when compared to mine, at least.

::yes::

Was that before or after he drew the gun?

No.
The gun is in the next update.


That’s just the kind of service and attention to detail that we’ve all come to expect from you.

Educational.
Always educational.

It's why I'm here.


Excuse me, there…
That was just the joints in my back and neck.
They’ve seen better days, ya’ know.

So that's what that was!

If’n I have…
I don’t remember such.


Now I’m prey sure I haven’t.
Do believe something like that would’a stood out.

Probably.
A few have.
Most have not.


With the potential for deciding her life’s direction and ambition, I’d wager.

I dunno.
It's possible... but...

I really don't know.


Yep…
There’s “the look”

(no, not that look, the other one…)

I know the look you
are referring to.

<shudder>


That’s it…
She’s done for.

(and you too, likely)

:rolleyes2

Don’t even need to see a video…
The image is about as clear as crystal, here.

(you’re gonn’a get a lot of good will mileage out of this encounter, sir.)

Nope.
That's already gone.


Top Tip…
When visiting the Phoenix mini zoo, wear white running shoes.

Um... I did.
And that rooster never
bothered me once.


So, a bit like an old dog then.
Well, except for the whole giant rodent thing, of course.
But still…

Pretty much!
Didn't ask if we could
try to teach it tricks.


Saunter? They don’t sashay?

Definitely not a sashay.

I know.


Likely a wise assessment as they themselves aren’t huge fans of pretty much any other living creature.

Emus, that is, not Beckys.
I’ve known a few perfectly charming Beckys,

We had a Becky over
for Thanksgiving.

Person, not emu.


Nice bit of clarification, there Dr. Attenborough

PBS should hire me.
Just sayin'.

Wait...

Do they pay well?


Everyone else does, why would you expect different from an alpaca?

Valid point.
Conceded.


That’s one content young’en

::yes::

All infants are cute
(well nearly all)
(more so mammals then say… insects)
(but nearly all…. It’s a defense mechanism)

But then they grow up, and…

... roll in mud.

Bargain of biblical proportion.
There’s no way you’ll get that much goushy-melted teenager for less.

Definitely a heck of a bargain!

Humm…
These are a bit more random.
(don’t think I’ll be doing quite as well with this round)


1. chicken salad sandwich? (well that’s the one I’d have)
2. horseback riding,
3. 4
4. fridge magnet?
5. Ghost Town
6. 10-20 minutes,
7. chip and T-shirt?
8. Mexican
9. Pac Man
10. Fill it up with petrol

All noted!

PM sent…
Hopefully in time.

Got it.. and in time!

I'll be back in a while to comment on some past stuff and some of the bits I've missed while I was out.

Standing by!

(I'd block me now if I were you. you were warned).

:lmao:
 
So here goes…

There was no such thing as “grief counselling” when I was 10. That would have been way back in grade school (specifically in what y’all would call Grade-5). One of the boys in my class that year was a fellow named Willie. I knew him as well as any school kid knows another; he sat four feet away, we talked on and off, had no major problems with each other, so on and so on.

About three quarters of the way through the school year Willie was absent from class one particular Monday and the chatter amongst the kids was that he’d drowned over the weekend. I don’t remember whether this was confirmed by the teacher of someone else in the administration, but once confirmed, you can imagine that it put a bit a pall over the rest of the class. After that though it was just a matter of, OK – books out, let’s get to work. But it was very quiet in class that day.

In the afternoon we had supervised recess. Recess took place daily, but a few days a week, it was organized and lead by a coach who worked at several schools and with many different classes. Again – as you might imagine – none of us kids were in much of an interactive mood; lots of moping, halfhearted attempts at whatever the game was that day, generally kind’a going through the motions. Well Coach had had enough of that nonsense. He called everyone into the center of the black-top for a “come to Jesus meeting”. With all the subtlety of a Marine Corp D.I. he laid into us about how life goes on. Things happen but we just needed to mover past it, and get to doing so dang quickly. We were all still here and there was no time for moaning and groaning and generally being week; time to start growing up and get back to work. Basically: Get over it, now!

This had pretty much the effect that he was looking for. We all now knew that it was our fault we were unhappy and none of the grownups had time for that crap. Not to mention it seemed to us that we were basically failing as humans by letting it bother us. As I remember it, the game that day got considerably more intense after that. You might even say that we verged on being right aggressive from there on. Nothing else was said by any child or adult about Willie on that day. For that matter nothing even remotely related to the subject ever came up anywhere in school ever again. It was just an end to it.

I can’t speak for everyone else in the class, but I’ll tell you that it affected me in how I approach end of life issues. That was the first time I’d dealt with it, and ever since I’ve come at the subject from a very distant (and if I’m honest, probably rather cold) frame of mind. You don’t react to any great degree, and you certainly don’t let others know what you think. You just lock it away along with every other hurt and sorrow until you can’t hold on to any more.

Then you just hope that you don’t get to the point where you can’t hold on to any more.
‘Cause the results of that are usually bad.

Thanks for sharing. I'm also somewhat cold in those types of situation as well -- but not because I had anyone close to me die. Rather, my best friend from 1st and 2nd grade moved right before 3rd grade. I cried a lot for a few weeks b/c it completely changed my life. But then I made new friends. However, then my best friend from 3rd and 4th grade moved right before 5th grade. Both of those friends moved out of state, so I essentially never saw or heard from them again. Obviously, not the same as a death -- but for a kid, I essentially lost best friends back to back. After that -- anytime anyone moved (or even if they died), I didn't get all that emotional about it.
 
I was a Supply Tech - Supply Chain Management, Logistics stuff. Them: "Of course I need it today. If I needed it tomorrow, I'd ask for it tomorrow" Us: "Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on our part."

I use that expression....

All. The. Time.
Slightly different.
I think I usually say
"Poor planning" and "my part".
But otherwise... verbatim.
 


Ahah! Squeaking in under the wire this time!

Just in the nick of time!

Welllllllll, I'm glad that they have a fan like Kay to give them love. I'll stick with kittens. And possibly the rescue Sheltie that I have applied to adopt.

Why does this sound
familiar?
You've mentioned this before?


I kind of like the emu - photobombing is a real talent!

That's one of them
gifted birds.


I don't think so. But DH was given a carved ostrich egg by one of his students who had emigrated with his parents from Australia one year.

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*Awarding myself my own bonus points for figuring out how to resize a large picture file so that I could post it :P *

:laughing: You are ahead
in your own contest!

That egg is really cool!
I like it!


Egg salad
Rafting - because it would be nice in the heat
6
fridge magnet
Mystery Castle
60-90 minutes
Chip and T-shirt
Mexican
Pac-Man
You forgot to get into the "Ponzi" preferred customer line up to return the keys

All noted!
Got your pm too!
 
Also, happy belated Thanksgiving. I worked all weekend so DD24 decided to cook her first turkey. Boy, is she ever in trouble now - home made buns, home made cranberry sauce, "Potatoes Extraordinaire" (mashed potatoes with butter, heavy cream, and cream cheese), turkey, stuffing, the best gravy I've ever had, corn, asparagus, roasted butternut squash and brussels sprouts, pickled beets, pickles, garlic stuffed olives, and for desert - home made pumpkin pie and chocolate pudding pie. Seriously, I haven't been able to eat more than one meal per day since.

Thanks for the Thanksgiving wishes! :)

Holy crap! Impressive!
Those spuds sound good!
Ask her how she made the gravy. Please?
I'll take one (or more)
of everything.
Except.
You can have my Brussels sprouts
and I'll pass on the olives.
 
It was lovely and low-key. We ate with my mom and family Sunday and visited with my step-sister's new tiny baby.

Very nice!
And congrats to your
step-sister. :)


The power went out that afternoon so they had to finish dinner on the barbecue!!

:eek:
There must have been some
scrambling going on there!
How did it turn out?


Then Monday I cooked my turkey, and basted in between studying chapters for my midterm. :)

Busy!
How often do you baste?


How about you?
No power failure
(thank goodness!)
I did as much prep
as I could before work
on Sunday.
(Worked 3pm-11pm)
Then Monday,
I raced home after work
(7am-3pm... but a co-worker
was nice enough to come in
at 2pm for me. :))
and quickly finished
the stuffing, stuffed the bird
and threw it in the oven.
Spent the next three hours
or so getting everything else done.
Dinner was nice.
My family, my parents
(Ruby's are both gone now)
and one friend each for
the girls.
 
:eek:
There must have been some
scrambling going on there!
How did it turn out?

It was wild! Conveniently enough (coincidence? act of God? Not sure...) my mom, on a whim, had decided to cook the turkey the day before and just warm it up for dinner the next day, since we were planning for an easy-going dinner anyway. Thank goodness! I was also planning to cook mine Sunday, and on a whim decided to wait till Monday. We both dodged bullets there! Strangely enough, the previous year I cooked a big dinner for my parents and a few friends, and we had a TERRIBLE storm here leftover from a hurricane, and I was terrified the power would go out in the middle of cooking, and it never did. I actually woke up on the Sunday thinking about that and, looking outside at the beautiful blue skies, thought to myself, "Well, at least we won't have to worry about that today!" Hah. Right.

Dessert had been finished just before the power went off. The potatoes had only been in a half hour, so they got wrapped in tin foil and put on the barbecue. My step sister is vegan, so her "tofurkey" went on the BBQ as well. Dressing was assembled, just not cooked, so it went in a frying pan on the BBQ burner, and the gravy went on there when that was done. Etc. It actually came together soo well! And the ice cream hadn't even melted in the freezer by the time dessert started! Of course, 20 minutes after we finished eating...the power came back on.

Busy!
How often do you baste?

Whenever I remember? Haha :rotfl: I'm the worst turkey preparer known to man. I usually get a Butterball, splash it occasionally (every 30 minutes? Maybe?), and when the legs start to fall off I know it's cooked! :P

My favourite hack though, since I don't usually stuff it (partially due to gluten issues) is to fill the cavity with roughly chopped apples and lemons, and toss the rest of my aromatics in the bottom of the roaster. Probably a 2:1 apple:lemon ratio? It hasn't failed me yet for a flavourful and moist turkey, and it really makes for an interesting and delicious gravy. ...Nom nom nom...I think it's about time I go get me some leftovers for supper...

No power failure
(thank goodness!)
I did as much prep
as I could before work
on Sunday.
(Worked 3pm-11pm)
Then Monday,
I raced home after work
(7am-3pm... but a co-worker
was nice enough to come in
at 2pm for me. :))
and quickly finished
the stuffing, stuffed the bird
and threw it in the oven.
Spent the next three hours
or so getting everything else done.
Dinner was nice.
My family, my parents
(Ruby's are both gone now)
and one friend each for
the girls.

Wow! You're busy, too! Even just working till 11pm one night and starting at 7am the next morning would mess with my brain. You're a good man!

But it sounds like you managed your time well and had a nice meal! Family + Food. That's what it's all about!
 
OK, these are from before the last update.
(just in case you need to remember what we were talking about way back then)

(don’t know that I’d put that much effort into it though…)

All right.
I think I'll read on anyways
if that's alright with you. :)


I’m also rather fond of:
“Our lady of blessed acceleration don't fail me now!”

::yes::

Not so sure that’s such a good idea…
Tell ya’ what, how about I don’t inflict the story on anyone that doesn’t care to hear it.

Then I won't open it up and
quote it all over.

Dude.
That's pretty traumatic.
And.... yeah.
That's kinda the way they
did things back then, isn't it?
I never had the misfortune
of having a similar event.

But....

For no particular reason,
I'll just mention something.

A person I know was feeling
a little low for reasons
that I'll not discuss.

I told that person
that crying never bothered me
and it certainly wouldn't scare
me away.

Feel free to PM.
Or not.
Choice is yours,
but the door is
always open.


And carrying a grudge is often seen as a virtue down this way.

Eep!

Note to self.
Don't tick off a good ol' boy.
Or girl.


One of his more famous short stories.
Gives you hope and then steals it right back (and with no warning)
I think he pioneered the use of broken time lines in that one (if I remember my Lit-Classes correctly)

Didn't know that last.
Interesting!


You should run for Dictator.

You assume I'm not?

National Security threat…
Remember?

Oops.
Right. Forgot.


Stickin’ to her guns, I see.

:laughing: Yep!

I didn’t really want to cause such drama, I just advocate for the things that I’ve learned are better than common stereotype makes them out to be.

Not drama...
Entertainment!

I enjoyed every second of it.


We actually had them for dinner the other night ourselves.

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Dang! That looks way better
than what I had.
I mean the grits look the same,
but...

Peppers and I don't get along,
but...
Sausage and grilled onion
with parmesan...

Looks like I'll be making it again!


I ain’t a fan of having inordinate amounts of sage in a good sausage blend either.
A sum total of zero tsp. per pound seems about right. ;)

:lmao:

The difference is that shrimp tastes like shrimp, but…
Escargot tastes like butter and garlic (in that order).
Lots and lots of butter and garlic…

::yes::
 
Thanks for sharing. I'm also somewhat cold in those types of situation as well -- but not because I had anyone close to me die. Rather, my best friend from 1st and 2nd grade moved right before 3rd grade. I cried a lot for a few weeks b/c it completely changed my life. But then I made new friends. However, then my best friend from 3rd and 4th grade moved right before 5th grade. Both of those friends moved out of state, so I essentially never saw or heard from them again. Obviously, not the same as a death -- but for a kid, I essentially lost best friends back to back. After that -- anytime anyone moved (or even if they died), I didn't get all that emotional about it.
How the events of our youth
have shaped our adult selves.
 
It was wild! Conveniently enough (coincidence? act of God? Not sure...) my mom, on a whim, had decided to cook the turkey the day before and just warm it up for dinner the next day, since we were planning for an easy-going dinner anyway. Thank goodness! I was also planning to cook mine Sunday, and on a whim decided to wait till Monday.

No way!
Whoa! You guys lucked out!
(Or fate, or coincidence, or act of God...)


We both dodged bullets there!

No kidding!

Strangely enough, the previous year I cooked a big dinner for my parents and a few friends, and we had a TERRIBLE storm here leftover from a hurricane, and I was terrified the power would go out in the middle of cooking, and it never did. I actually woke up on the Sunday thinking about that and, looking outside at the beautiful blue skies, thought to myself, "Well, at least we won't have to worry about that today!" Hah. Right.

So... it was your fault then.
You jinxed it!

Next time think:
"Power's gonna go out for sure."

No... then it'll reverse jinx.
JUST DON'T THINK OF IT! STOP!


Dessert had been finished just before the power went off. The potatoes had only been in a half hour, so they got wrapped in tin foil and put on the barbecue. My step sister is vegan, so her "tofurkey" went on the BBQ as well. Dressing was assembled, just not cooked, so it went in a frying pan on the BBQ burner, and the gravy went on there when that was done. Etc. It actually came together soo well!

Actually... that all sounds really good!
"What? You BBQd? Lucky!"


And the ice cream hadn't even melted in the freezer by the time dessert started!

Wouldn't think so.
Well insulated.


Of course, 20 minutes after we finished eating...the power came back on.

:laughing: Of course it did!

Whenever I remember? Haha

Oh, sure!

I'm the worst turkey preparer known to man. I usually get a Butterball, splash it occasionally (every 30 minutes? Maybe?), and when the legs start to fall off I know it's cooked! :P

Yup!
When we were in Minneapolis
a few weeks ago,
I bought a temperature probe
with a remote display.
That thing worked great!


My favourite hack though, since I don't usually stuff it (partially due to gluten issues) is to fill the cavity with roughly chopped apples and lemons, and toss the rest of my aromatics in the bottom of the roaster. Probably a 2:1 apple:lemon ratio? It hasn't failed me yet for a flavourful and moist turkey, and it really makes for an interesting and delicious gravy. ...Nom nom nom...I think it's about time I go get me some leftovers for supper...

mmmmm!! I might have to try that!
Well, I stuff the turkey,
but might try the apple/lemon
in the bottom. I like that idea!


Wow! You're busy, too! Even just working till 11pm one night and starting at 7am the next morning would mess with my brain. You're a good man!

Nah.
Just what I do.


But it sounds like you managed your time well and had a nice meal! Family + Food. That's what it's all about!

::yes::
 
Well, I stuff the turkey,
but might try the apple/lemon in the bottom. I like that idea!
Yup that is the only problem with having a beer can turkey - no stuffing. We had to use Stuff & Such and it isn't as good as my in bird stuffing.
Here is a photo of our turkey on the BBQ.
bbq turkey 1.jpg
 
How the events of our youth
have shaped our adult selves.
Somewhat light hearted reply to the sad stuff...

The only things that get me to tear up are those sport previews that ESPN will do with make a wish kids.


That and watching my kids' faces at WDW. Which is why I'm a DVC member and on these boards constantly. First trip with my family last year I teared up while watching Wishes and holding my DD on my shoulders. It was perfect. Disney knows how to pull the heart strings. Definitely the most expensive tears I've ever had.

(And no flaming for having a kid on my shoulders...I was standing next to a pole with no one behind me)
 
Somewhat light hearted reply to the sad stuff...

No. No it most definitely is not.

I have some not so great
memories that I would
rather not remember
from my youth.

No, nothing that bad,
but...

I was being dead serious.


The only things that get me to tear up are those sport previews that ESPN will do with make a wish kids.

Don't have ESPN. So haven't seen those.


That and watching my kids' faces at WDW. Which is why I'm a DVC member and on these boards constantly. First trip with my family last year I teared up while watching Wishes and holding my DD on my shoulders. It was perfect. Disney knows how to pull the heart strings. Definitely the most expensive tears I've ever had.

Awwwww.... :hug:

(And no flaming for having a kid on my shoulders...I was standing next to a pole with no one behind me)

I have no problem with that.
I have no problems with kids
on shoulders.

Unless you put them up
just as the fireworks are starting.

I feel that if you've already established
yourself with a kid up there,
then you're good to go.

Go ahead. Flame away.
 

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