Hey, guys. I've called a few Buffalonians about this, but if you need a little Karma Help, there's a little girl going into surgery on Tuesday in need of O-negative blood. Even if you don't donate for the Red Cross, this is obviously different and direct donations can be made in her name by calling Roswell directly at 845-8275.Jen(nifer) also posted, with more info on the little girl's story. If you want more information, send me an email.|W|P|112229617668746661|W|P|Help?|W|Pemail@example.com
When the world takes you down you can always depend on me now and I'll forever be around to tell you I need you... Something True, Einstein's SisterOne year ago today, my life was changed forever. Of course, I didn't completely know that at the time. ;) That night, meeting Rand in person for the first time for drinks and darts at Brew Pub, I couldn't have known how I'd feel today. I knew he was interesting, funny and smart. I knew he was someone I would want to have in my life. I knew that I wanted to see him again. A week later, after our second date, I wrote about our meeting in my journal. He hugged me good night, and I left smiling. I have to agree with one of his aunts, whom I just met the other night...he gives the best hugs. Just one of the many, many things I adore about him. Here are a few more... I love his intelligence, his humor, his wit. I love his passion for the people and things he cares deeply about. I love listening to him "nerd out" about music, film, religion, comic books...etc... I love his singing voice. I love his kindness, his generosity, his open-mindedness. I love his friends and family. I love the way he takes care of me, without ever making me feel like I need to be "taken care of." I love his eyes, and the way those eyes look at me. I love the way he "gets" me...whenever he's recommended a book, a movie, a TV show (on DVD, of course!) to me, I've not once been disappointed. I love his silly, playful side. I love the calming effect he has on me. I love the way he truly appreciates me. I love all of these things, and so, so much more, and I am so thankful that he is in my life.|W|P|112204794532431472|W|P|A whole year? Already? :)|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org
I have an interview!
No, not with either of the schools I've been waiting to hear from, but a completely different school. Catholic elementary school in Williamsville, grades 6-8 English and grade 8 Lit, with some technology classes thrown in as well. Er, okay, I'll give it a go!
Wish me luck...
Not that I feel I have to defend myself against Thomas ;), but I wanted to share a bit of the history of my Harry Potter love.
Sometime back in the late 90s, I was browsing a Waldenbooks. There was a huge display of Harry Potter items, including a sign that said something along these lines:
If you like The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and A Wrinkle in Time, you'll love Harry Potter!
Well, I thought, that certainly sounds like me...
Book 1 was already in paperback, so I picked it up and utterly devoured it. I then headed to the public library, where I checked out books 2 and 3...and then I had to play the waiting game with everyone else. I've been a die-hard fan ever since. :)
That marketing person at Waldenbooks was a genius.
I'm not one bit ashamed to admit it. I know I'm in good company...plenty of smart, literate adults in my immediate and extended circles are fans as well.
Who else is with me? :)|W|P|112170060566088156|W|P|More on Harry Potter|W|Pemail@example.com
The office where I'm working on temp assignment is in a sketchy area of Buffalo. Right next door, there is a Tops market. Yesterday, I didn't have anything to eat for lunch, so I decided to walk over to Tops.
"Be careful," one of the ladies warned me as I left.
"Yeah, yeah," I thought. "Big scary store in the big scary city..."
When I got back, the warning was explained in further detail. Seems that in recent months, people have been robbed *at gunpoint* in this store and the dollar store next to it.
"If you have to go over there, just don't take your purse. And preferably bring a big burly man with you."
Well, I guess it was a good thing they didn't tell me *before* I went. ;)|W|P|112144392993718552|W|P|Livin' on the Edge|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org
It's still too bleeping hot.
I'm tired. I want to be sleeping. My allergies have been absolutely horrible this week. Ugh.
Anything else I can complain about?|W|P|112142999410375940|W|P|Misery|W|Pemail@example.com
You can make your opinion known on �the best of Buffalo� in the Artvoice Best of Buffalo opinion poll. If you should think that any of the questions are best answered with the phrase �The Buffalo Bike Taxi Co.�, that would make me happy.So if you like me, if you like Thomas, or if you just think bike taxis are really, really cool, help us all out. :)|W|P|112130651912070959|W|P|Best of Buffalo...|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org
I just got back an approval on your very touching romance, "A Mother Knows." Congratulations! I'll get the contract in the mail today, but in the meantime, can you email me the text as soon as possible? I'm putting it in issue 37 (on-sale date September 6), which I'm working on this week and would like to get started on the story before the long weekend.I keep reading it, over and over and over again. Is it real? I think it is. :) Ohmygod.|W|P|112022497147464876|W|P|O happy day!|W|Pemail@example.com
[MICKEY:] Silvia... [SILVIA:]Yes Mickey? [MICKEY:]How do you call your loverboy? [SILVIA:]C'mere loverboy!! [MICKEY:]And if he doesnt answer? [SILVIA:]Ohh loverboy! [MICKEY:]And if he STILL doesnt answer? [SILVIA:]I simply say Baby, Oohh baby My sweet baby You're the oneLast week, Rand and I were eating somewhere (I believe it was someplace we stopped on our way to Jen and Mike's party) and this song was on the radio. I was sort of singing along under my breath. "What song is this?" Rand asked. "Ummm...Love is Strange? Sylvia and Mickey?" He asked me how I had this information...well, from Dirty Dancing, of course! :) If you were anywhere near my age bracket and female in 1988, you probably saw Dirty Dancing multiple times in the theater. Then you got it on video and memorized lines, speeches, the Kellerman's anthem, and tried to teach yourself the merengue. Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you. I carried a watermelon. and of course, the ever immortal: Nobody puts Baby in a corner. Jen and I were just talking about this, hence her post of earlier today. Jen mentioned the Keds, but what I remember most is the resurgence of the knee-length cut off and rolled jean short. I definitely had those. :) (not the image I wanted, but it'll do) But my most distinct memory about Dirty Dancing is this...when I was about to be a freshman in high school (I think...I feel like it was summer), this girl named Heather had a party. All my friends were invited except for me, Janel, and this girl Jen. I invited Jen and Janel to sleep over at my house, and we watched (of course) Dirty Dancing. We ate popcorn, quoted lines, and tried to learn the dances. It was great fun. :)|W|P|112024089611238161|W|P|Love is strange|W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org