Comments on: May day http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/may-day/ Used to exist only in my imagination --now taken to the solid, concrete world of The Internets Thu, 28 Aug 2008 09:45:16 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=MU hourly 1 By: Pilcrow http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/may-day/#comment-842 Pilcrow Sat, 10 May 2008 22:37:31 +0000 http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/?p=269#comment-842 I was sure from the first three chords of that song that it was an LDS seminary/sunday school number. Delightful. It doesn't make me cry, but then, I watch R-rated movies (high fives!). Isaac's perfectionism I completely relate to. Oh the frustration! Oh the impossible demands. Oh it takes me back. I wish I'd have known how okay it was. I was sure from the first three chords of that song that it was an LDS seminary/sunday school number. Delightful. It doesn’t make me cry, but then, I watch R-rated movies (high fives!).

Isaac’s perfectionism I completely relate to. Oh the frustration! Oh the impossible demands. Oh it takes me back. I wish I’d have known how okay it was.

]]> By: zstitches http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/may-day/#comment-840 zstitches Sat, 10 May 2008 21:29:03 +0000 http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/?p=269#comment-840 You may not realize that they used to play this with an accompanying film strip in Sunday School and Seminary, Lili -- hence the youthful conditioning I mentioned (not that I didn't already think it was cheesy and corny back then, because I did -- and it didn't used to make me cry, I don't think.) My wildly fluctuating maternal hormones do probably help. Another one that dates to the same era and elicits the same response from me, (but warrants it better,) is that story (which also used to be depicted in a slideshow) about the little boy whose sister had a rare blood type and needed a blood transfusion, and he was the only matching blood type they could find. When asked to donate his blood, he readily agreed. Afterwards, everyone was celebrating the success of the procedure, but he was sitting quietly in a corner, and when approached, he asked "when do I die?" (Yup, it works -- there I go again.) (I do think this one still makes the rounds, if in text version rather than with a slideshow.) You may not realize that they used to play this with an accompanying film strip in Sunday School and Seminary, Lili — hence the youthful conditioning I mentioned (not that I didn’t already think it was cheesy and corny back then, because I did — and it didn’t used to make me cry, I don’t think.) My wildly fluctuating maternal hormones do probably help.

Another one that dates to the same era and elicits the same response from me, (but warrants it better,) is that story (which also used to be depicted in a slideshow) about the little boy whose sister had a rare blood type and needed a blood transfusion, and he was the only matching blood type they could find. When asked to donate his blood, he readily agreed. Afterwards, everyone was celebrating the success of the procedure, but he was sitting quietly in a corner, and when approached, he asked “when do I die?”
(Yup, it works — there I go again.) (I do think this one still makes the rounds, if in text version rather than with a slideshow.)

]]> By: UnkieJas http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/may-day/#comment-839 UnkieJas Sat, 10 May 2008 18:32:43 +0000 http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/?p=269#comment-839 Charlie's Mom has always reduced me to blubber. Charlie’s Mom has always reduced me to blubber.

]]> By: lilbooks http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/2008/05/08/may-day/#comment-838 lilbooks Sat, 10 May 2008 09:45:49 +0000 http://myimaginaryblog.wordpress.com/?p=269#comment-838 haha-you _cried_ at that?! Ah well. Maybe if I was a mom I'd cry too haha-you _cried_ at that?! Ah well. Maybe if I was a mom I’d cry too

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