My mom used to give me Fletcher's, and it really was tasty! like root beer, sort of. I still use it for my kids today when they have those kinds of "issues."
All I know is that when I listen to Barack Obama, whether a speech or his book in audio format, I find myself nodding and saying "why didn't we already do that?" Sarah Palin is an underqualified liar who belongs at a pep rally. And McCain is an angry old warmonger.
Wow, seeing the long list of names brings tears to my eyes still. In answer to the question asked - "where were you":
I was at an airport in Columbus, Ohio. I had taken my parents to Columbus because my mom had cancer and wanted to see the specialists in her home town. I was leaving her there to go back home to Joplin, MO. As soon as we got through security at the airport, we saw the televisions come on. It was totally surreal and I'm not sure I understood what was happening. It was absolutely shocking. For the next 7 days I tried to get home to my boyfriend (now husband) by any means possible. The buses were full or just not running, as was Amtrak. I spent hours and hours on hold with anyone that I thought could get me home. I remember talking to my mom on the phone and crying as I watched the TV, saying "mom, I just want to go home," and she just said "I know." When I finally got a plane, it had to be re-routed because of a bomb scare in Chicago. Little did I know that 3 weeks later my mom really would go "home" and I'd be back on a plane for a funeral.
May I have some tickets, please? I think your site is one of the best. I go crazy if I miss a day of Neatorama. Suggestions: more music videos from lesser known artists, and maybe throw in some extra foodie stuff here and there. I like new recipies.
Ah, the memories. I'm pretty sure that at some point in my angsty pre-teen years, I had a crush on every single guy on each show mentioned here. Sad? Yes.
I was at an airport in Columbus, Ohio. I had taken my parents to Columbus because my mom had cancer and wanted to see the specialists in her home town. I was leaving her there to go back home to Joplin, MO. As soon as we got through security at the airport, we saw the televisions come on. It was totally surreal and I'm not sure I understood what was happening. It was absolutely shocking. For the next 7 days I tried to get home to my boyfriend (now husband) by any means possible. The buses were full or just not running, as was Amtrak. I spent hours and hours on hold with anyone that I thought could get me home. I remember talking to my mom on the phone and crying as I watched the TV, saying "mom, I just want to go home," and she just said "I know." When I finally got a plane, it had to be re-routed because of a bomb scare in Chicago. Little did I know that 3 weeks later my mom really would go "home" and I'd be back on a plane for a funeral.