Me: Do you like this shawl? Janice gave it to me last weekend. Funny - I've always wanted one of these.
Joel: Hmm... interesting - and recently you said you'd always wanted a Laurel Burch bag and then you got one... perhaps you're under some sort of acquisition spell.
Me: Yeah, maybe. So I should start wishing for more really good stuff!
Joel: But remember the old Chinese curse-
Me: What's that?
Joel: 'Be careful what you wish for - you just might get it'.
[long pause while Joel stares quizzically at the ceiling]
Joel: ...Or maybe it's 'May you live in interesting times'.
3/6/09
Bernie talking about her dad
"My dad sends me a card for everything, even St. Patty's Day... and I'm not even Irish!"
3/4/09
It was a dark and stormy night... in Forks, WA.
-Here are some of my favorite sentences from the Twilight saga (I will add more as I find them):
"The doorbell peeled again, too long, someone holding down the button."
"The blood slithered from my face."
"While I was pondering this, I caught the unmistakable scent of a smoking burner rising from the kitchen."
"I didn't move, my thoughts twisting into snarls around Jacob's name."
"A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was."
"My heart thumped unevenly at the emptiness of the picture he painted."
"His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memories spun in my head, tangling together - a rocky beach strewn with driftwood trees, a garage made of plastic sheds, warm sodas in a paper bag, a tiny room with one too-small shabby loveseat. The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter."
"As I drove home, I wasn't paying much attention to the road that shimmered wetly in the sun."
"A swell of quiet sadness crashed over me; maybe it was a mistake to get closer to Angela now."
"The fire crackled, sending another explosion of sparks glittering up against the night. Billy cleared his throat, and, with no more introduction than his son's whisper, began telling the story in his rich, deep voice. The words poured out with precision, as if he knew them by heart, but also with feeling and a subtle rhythm. Like poetry performed by its author."
"My face went from white to scarlet in a sudden blaze of chagrin."
"And I'd always been too intimidated by the tall, blond vampire who looked like a brooding movie star to ask him outright."
"The doorbell peeled again, too long, someone holding down the button."
"The blood slithered from my face."
"While I was pondering this, I caught the unmistakable scent of a smoking burner rising from the kitchen."
"I didn't move, my thoughts twisting into snarls around Jacob's name."
"A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was."
"My heart thumped unevenly at the emptiness of the picture he painted."
"His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memories spun in my head, tangling together - a rocky beach strewn with driftwood trees, a garage made of plastic sheds, warm sodas in a paper bag, a tiny room with one too-small shabby loveseat. The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter."
"As I drove home, I wasn't paying much attention to the road that shimmered wetly in the sun."
"A swell of quiet sadness crashed over me; maybe it was a mistake to get closer to Angela now."
"The fire crackled, sending another explosion of sparks glittering up against the night. Billy cleared his throat, and, with no more introduction than his son's whisper, began telling the story in his rich, deep voice. The words poured out with precision, as if he knew them by heart, but also with feeling and a subtle rhythm. Like poetry performed by its author."
"My face went from white to scarlet in a sudden blaze of chagrin."
"And I'd always been too intimidated by the tall, blond vampire who looked like a brooding movie star to ask him outright."
rebirth
alone
mocked or misunderstood
while battle surrounds me and arrows fly-
I am Whole! weightless
invincible
mocked or misunderstood
while battle surrounds me and arrows fly-
I am Whole! weightless
invincible
3/3/09
more exchanges with Joel
Me: OH! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to elbow you in the groin.
-Pause -
Joel: How tall do you think I am?!
-Pause -
Joel: How tall do you think I am?!
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