Sarah-bear just informed me that April is also Organ Donor Awareness Month. She should know–she’s the grateful recipient of a donated liver. She had her transplant 15 years ago, and celebrates her “birthday” every year.
Last June one of my very good friends was killed in a serious car wreck, along with two of her four children. Her youngest daughter’s organs were donated, and her husband formed an organization to promote organ donation.
There is ALWAYS a need for organ and tissue donation. To get more information, visit the official Organ Donor site here.
Here are a few words from Sarah-bear: Sign your donor card. Let your family know. Like her bumper sticker says, “Don’t take your organs to heaven. Heaven knows we need them here.”
Categories: Carpe Diem Dammit!
I saw this on Fond of Snape…!
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Here’s the fun part: YOU get to guess what song it is from just the one line; if you’re really good, you’ll know the artist as well! [ahahaha good luck with this one!]
Step 4: Then I get to strike through the line when someone gets it right, linking to that someone, cause I’m nice like that
Step 5: No cheating! And by cheating, I mean no looking them up on Google or any other search engine 
- Who’s afraid of the sun?
- I want you to know I’m happy for you. You Oughta Know, Alanis Morissette. The Incomparable Izzybella got it!
- Are there stars out tonight? I Only Have Eyes For You, sung here by Rod Stewart. Way to go, Janet! (and no, I couldn’t get any of yours)
- Marilou repose sous la neige.
- Hallelujah! Hallelujah! All you sinners, gather round.
- I never had a friend as close as you.
- Never win first place; I don’t support the team; I can’t take direction; and my socks are never clean. Don’t Let Me Get Me, Pink. Woohoo, Amethyst!
- Goin’ down to Rosie’s.
- What can I compare you to?
- My love said to me, “My mother won’t mind, and me father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.”
- With a w and a w and a w dot.
- Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone.
- C’est par un jour d’avril qu’elle se promène en ville.
- I got a blue and red Adidas bag and a humungous binder.If I Had $1,000,000, Barenaked Ladies. Way to go JTS!
- It seems we’ve stood and talked like this before.Where or When, here sung by Rod Stewart. JTS rocks again!
- You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. Fields of Gold, Sting. And once again JTS has it!
- We can never know about the days to come, but we think about them anyway.
- I sit alone and watch your light.
- You say I only hear what I want to. Stay, Lisa Loeb. Izzybella, you rock! (and roll! And rock and roll and roll and rock!)
- Truth is, I thought it mattered.
- This thing called love, I just can’t handle it. Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Queen. Sarah-bear called to tell me she knew this one.
- This time, this place, misused, mistakes, too long, too late, who was I to make you wait? Far Away, Nickelback. Amethyst is on a roll!
- The problem is all inside your head, she said to me. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Paul Simon. Sarah-bear got this one, too.
- Shake it, shake it.
- I heard you cryin’ loud.
Categories: Memes · Music/Concerts
10 1/2 inches, cedar and floo powder, a strange Gregorovitch combination indeed! You’ve been bitten bad by the travel bug, and change is the name of your game. A true wanderer, you can’t stay long in one place and wish to travel the world.
I couldn’t help but grin when I saw this one. I really do have gypsy feet. I’ve never lived in one place so long, and I’m itching for a change something fierce. When I was younger, I’d move on a whim just because. I went to Minnesota to try it out. Went to Austin. Went to Salt Lake City. Went to Anaheim. And then Joe and I settled here about 14 years ago. We’ve lived within a 10-mile radius the entire time.
I’m not knocking this area. We’ve got some really great friends; there’s lots to do in Dallas-Fort Worth. The weather’s beautiful when it’s not horrendous. The mild summers, when they come, are surprising and enjoyable.
But I wanna go! I wanna move! I want new experiences, new places, new things. I’m craving it like I crave a glass of icy cold water when my throat is parched. And the craving just gets stronger and stronger. If I weren’t married, I’d have been out of here a year ago, at least. I want to go somewhere new, somewhere I’ve never lived before. I feel like a chrysalis who’s trying to break its wings against the coccoon–that narrow confining coccoon–and until it succeeds, it remains furled up and unmoving. I’m ready to unfurl my wings and fly!
Categories: Blogthings · Deep Thoughts
