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Post by whatyasay on Mar 7, 2011 23:06:41 GMT -5
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Post by animated on Mar 7, 2011 23:07:58 GMT -5
Adam's tweet bloopers are adorable....
and talking of a Whoops moment... stumbled on this vid...
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Post by willowgarden on Mar 7, 2011 23:10:23 GMT -5
One of the best lines ever on the Forum: " We are all mother hens with only one chick. " Can't recall who posted it, but I loved it. Wonder what it must feel like for GNAFL to be that chick with so many mother hens. He must just shake his head in disbelief... That's a great line.....worthy of an Aloha cross-stich ! |
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Post by whatyasay on Mar 7, 2011 23:11:19 GMT -5
Adam's tweet bloopers are adorable.... and talking of a Whoops moment... stumbled on this vid... OMG!! I hadn't seen that one. I LOVE it! |
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Post by animated on Mar 7, 2011 23:14:27 GMT -5
I think Adam got himself confused with Ellen Page of Juno fame, and Elaine Paige of West end fame / Memory/Webber's Evita...
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Post by aloha on Mar 7, 2011 23:14:44 GMT -5
... wait...do you want the responsibility of watching sixteen excited 4 year olds, all running around, yourself? I''d rather get a few more pizzas and have their parents deal with them.... as long as it is not in your house/apartment and the time for the party is limited - you'll be OK. It is hell regardless of where you have it, but at this age parents are a VERY necessary evil...seriously. I'm back. Sorry - was pulling half-melted Play-Doh creations out of the sink.  Yeah - that's pretty much it. This is a group of 3 going on 4 year-olds. They're considered old enough to go to a birthday party, but not old enough to really control themselves. They're generally ok, but huge bursts of tears occur if they get the wrong color frosting or if a balloon pops, or someone doesn't take turns "right". With the occasional kid who still wants to poke something into the nearest electrical outlet "to see what happens". Better to let each own parent keep an eye (and grip) on their own offspring than to handle that many on your own. At least for this year. Though it surprises me that BOTH parents always seem to come along for this group. Just got off the phone with another parent and she said she started kicking the parents out during the 6-year old parties.... When my son was in preschool every single child in his class had a Chucky Cheese party. There were thirteen kids in that class. |
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Post by didilynn on Mar 7, 2011 23:15:23 GMT -5
I'm also from the 'liberal' Bay Area. My neighbors of a quarter-century were gay. They were my family. They shared Thanksgiving and Christmas and Fourth of July with me, my husband and our boys. They also shared hockey games, back-to-school nights, BBQs, report cards, soccer and baseball games and swim meets, college applications (they wrote wonderful reference letters), pictures, recipes, iris bulbs, vegetable gardens, water volleyball, pets, music, summer nights, joys and sorrows and regrets - - and they held my youngest son when he was born - - even before I did. They were the parents, grandparents, and friends I longed for. I loved them so - and I still do. What they gave to my sons - inspiration, advice, love, humor, acceptance - is reflected, every day, in how I see my boys, now living their lives with self-confidence, understanding and kindness; and a fierce defiance of anything that is not true. Back in 1975, when we bought this bit of earth and built our home, our neighbors left for awhile. Later, I learned from them about their fears - that 'we would not accept them' - and, that somehow, if their orientation, their love became known, they would lose their employment and stature in the community. Amazingly, horribly, it did not surprise me at the time. At the time. I wish they were still here, and we could sit under the manzanita awhile and talk about Adam - and what has happened - and what will be. One would be philosophical and borne to examine the voice and technique; one would be dancing and exuberant and ready to toast the next performance! They would honor and embrace my passion because it came from my heart; and they were always ready to love what I loved; support what I needed to believe in. Their ashes nourish the soil by the kitchen; under that manzanita. No words will ever be able to express how they awakened and quickened me. They encouraged and fed and embraced and educated me and my family - just by being the beloved men across the driveway. In a way I want to apologize for how mundane this must read - - I cannot do this well. I wish I could; I wish I had the words. They deserve excellence. They were honest and were afraid for who would know. What a crazy world. For far too long we have failed to recognize those among us who inspire perseverance and quiet, knowledgeable courage. Inspiration gives us reason to soar. We should have been flying long ago. oh geez momtomany I'm crying now, spilling tears all over the keyboard - how you do that? |
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Post by aloha on Mar 7, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
One of the best lines ever on the Forum: " We are all mother hens with only one chick. " Can't recall who posted it, but I loved it. Wonder what it must feel like for GNAFL to be that chick with so many mother hens. He must just shake his head in disbelief... That's a great line.....worthy of an Aloha cross-stich ! Naaaawww, would never call us mother hens... fierce bitches, maybe.... |
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Post by evergreen on Mar 7, 2011 23:16:56 GMT -5
I'm also from the 'liberal' Bay Area. My neighbors of a quarter-century were gay. They were my family. They shared Thanksgiving and Christmas and Fourth of July with me, my husband and our boys. They also shared hockey games, back-to-school nights, BBQs, report cards, soccer and baseball games and swim meets, college applications (they wrote wonderful reference letters), pictures, recipes, iris bulbs, vegetable gardens, water volleyball, pets, music, summer nights, joys and sorrows and regrets - - and they held my youngest son when he was born - - even before I did. They were the parents, grandparents, and friends I longed for. I loved them so - and I still do. What they gave to my sons - inspiration, advice, love, humor, acceptance - is reflected, every day, in how I see my boys, now living their lives with self-confidence, understanding and kindness; and a fierce defiance of anything that is not true. Back in 1975, when we bought this bit of earth and built our home, our neighbors left for awhile. Later, I learned from them about their fears - that 'we would not accept them' - and, that somehow, if their orientation, their love became known, they would lose their employment and stature in the community. Amazingly, horribly, it did not surprise me at the time. At the time. I wish they were still here, and we could sit under the manzanita awhile and talk about Adam - and what has happened - and what will be. One would be philosophical and borne to examine the voice and technique; one would be dancing and exuberant and ready to toast the next performance! They would honor and embrace my passion because it came from my heart; and they were always ready to love what I loved; support what I needed to believe in. Their ashes nourish the soil by the kitchen; under that manzanita. No words will ever be able to express how they awakened and quickened me. They encouraged and fed and embraced and educated me and my family - just by being the beloved men across the driveway. In a way I want to apologize for how mundane this must read - - I cannot do this well. I wish I could; I wish I had the words. They deserve excellence. They were honest and were afraid for who would know. What a crazy world. For far too long we have failed to recognize those among us who inspire perseverance and quiet, knowledgeable courage. Inspiration gives us reason to soar. We should have been flying long ago. Momtomany - Your posts are NEVER mundane! They are some of the most beautiful posts I read here. You are amazing... |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2011 23:17:19 GMT -5
I'm also from the 'liberal' Bay Area. My neighbors of a quarter-century were gay. They were my family. They shared Thanksgiving and Christmas and Fourth of July with me, my husband and our boys. They also shared hockey games, back-to-school nights, BBQs, report cards, soccer and baseball games and swim meets, college applications (they wrote wonderful reference letters), pictures, recipes, iris bulbs, vegetable gardens, water volleyball, pets, music, summer nights, joys and sorrows and regrets - - and they held my youngest son when he was born - - even before I did. They were the parents, grandparents, and friends I longed for. I loved them so - and I still do. What they gave to my sons - inspiration, advice, love, humor, acceptance - is reflected, every day, in how I see my boys, now living their lives with self-confidence, understanding and kindness; and a fierce defiance of anything that is not true. Back in 1975, when we bought this bit of earth and built our home, our neighbors left for awhile. Later, I learned from them about their fears - that 'we would not accept them' - and, that somehow, if their orientation, their love became known, they would lose their employment and stature in the community. Amazingly, horribly, it did not surprise me at the time. At the time. I wish they were still here, and we could sit under the manzanita awhile and talk about Adam - and what has happened - and what will be. One would be philosophical and borne to examine the voice and technique; one would be dancing and exuberant and ready to toast the next performance! They would honor and embrace my passion because it came from my heart; and they were always ready to love what I loved; support what I needed to believe in. Their ashes nourish the soil by the kitchen; under that manzanita. No words will ever be able to express how they awakened and quickened me. They encouraged and fed and embraced and educated me and my family - just by being the beloved men across the driveway. In a way I want to apologize for how mundane this must read - - I cannot do this well. I wish I could; I wish I had the words. They deserve excellence. They were honest and were afraid for who would know. What a crazy world. For far too long we have failed to recognize those among us who inspire perseverance and quiet, knowledgeable courage. Inspiration gives us reason to soar. We should have been flying long ago. Beautiful post! Thank you, MOMTOMANY! |
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