Sadly, I cannot take credit for finding this. My friend posted it in her Live Journal.

Gotta love Niagara Falls....






:D

^^'Nuff said. :)

Andy Rooney's Comments on Women Over 30

This is for all you girls 30 years and over and for those who are
turning 30, and for those who are scared of moving into their 30's...AND
for guys who are scared of girls over 30!!!!...This was written by Andy
Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes.

Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are
just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit
around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's
usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is,
what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30
give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with
you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course,
if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they
can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what
it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women
friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best
friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30
couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows
her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess our sins to a
woman
over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not
true of younger women.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than
her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off you
are a jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder
where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it's
not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of
30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of
himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when
you can get the milk for free." Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80%
of women are
against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an
entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

I believe I am addicted to bread & butter. I can seriously make a meal of bread and butter dipped in tomato sauce.

I'm assuming this is some weird Italian thing I get from my grandma. Then again, DiCamillo's bread is seriously addicting in and of itself. So maybe it's not just a wop thing? ha ha

Mmkay, I'm hitting delerious now, time for bed. :)

Dear Buffalonians,

Stop hoarding winter.

How is it possible to travel 20 miles from Lewiston (where it is still green, mind you) to Buffalo and be suddenly enveloped by a damned Winter Wonderland?!?

It's a conspiracy, and apparently the Amherst/Tonawanda area is in on it too.

A diagram is included below for your convenience.


A very disapproving,

~*~Dana~*~

Feel like I am approaching a crossroads in my life. Several issues have been swimming in my head for a while now and need to make decisions that could, quite possibly, affect several areas.

It happened this week:

• Total hard drive failure with no warning and the loss of everything on it.
  
• Half-expected denial letter from UB, resigning me to community college for at least a year.
  
• Fun doctor's appointment and the diagnosis of an outer ear infection.
  
• Several other interpersonal issues involving both the 'rents and my significant other.

And yet, I'm still in good spirits.

Realizing lately that I am more resilient than I've ever given myself credit for.

Poor (e:theecarey) and (e:ladycroft) just missed the new models.

Was dragged to the Apple store at the bloody Galleria Mall by my darling, Miss (e:theecarey). Seems that I am one of the few people she knows who has an iPod, so suddenly I'm an expert and this alone affords me the privilege of being dragged to that horrendous temple of mass commerce ON A SATURDAY!! ;)

Once we found the store (which I was convinced was to the right from the main enterance, but is actually to the left) we were joined by the lovely Miss. (e:Ladycroft), who was also in the market for something new, shiny and expensive. :)

Confusion (and several blurry pictures) ensued as we tried to compare models (there are so few to choose from now that the mini's have been sent the way of the dinosaurs), ponder expensive accessories and decide if the extended warranty plan was really worth an extra $60.00.



The kicker was when I stopped the Apple rep (Jake) in the middle of his sales pitch to another person, who was pondering the iPod Nano's and told him we needed two 20GB iPods when he had a chance. I believe he actually had to pick his jaw up off of the floor. (Thinking they must get comission.. lol)

In the end there was a very happy (e:Theecarey)


...even though her total iPod purchased looked like this:



and a somewhat happy (e:Ladycroft)


until there was the mention of cheesy pretzels... then we had a very happy (e:Ladycroft)



And then, as promised, we did partake of the pretzley goodness....



...which apparently made (e:Ladycroft) lose control of her tongue...




And turned (e:Theecarey) into an Aeropostale Unibomber?

After a delicious dinner, (e:Pyrcedgrrl) and (e:Theecarey) sit in the Elmwood Spot Coffee. The comfy velvet sofa, fragrant caffeinated beverages and lull of the crowd around them setting the scene for good conversation and people-watching.
The girls see a girl who looks a bit like someone they knew several months ago. (e:pyrcedgrrl) mentions that the girl was okay to work with, but was horrible once she was even slightly intoxicated.
Suddenly, (e:Theecarey) perks up, and in a shill voice exclaims, "Yeah! Except that time at McMonkees!" She quickly slaps a hand over ther mouth, but knows it is too late.

As if they are suddenly catapulted into a movie, time slows to a crawl; the speakers, which only seconds before had been blaring cheesy 80's tunes screech and go silent; suddenly all eyes are on them. No one says a word.

An employee hurriedly makes his way over. He states flatly that the girls will have to leave the premises immediately. (e:Pyrcedgrrl) begins to protest, and, as if on cue, 2 more employees descend upon the girls and they are snatched up by their collars and unceremoniously tossed out into the cold, damp night.

People return to their abandoned conversations, the music picks back up and all is right in Caffeine Land again.

(e:Theecarey) and (e:Pyrcedgrrl) are left with the shame and humiliation that comes with people knowing you once hung out on Chippewa--even if it was just for the free drinks.


All this actually happened...... in our warped little minds. :)

I was watching the news tonight about all those poor people who ended up stranded along the highway while doing exactly what they were told to do- evacuate Southeastern Texas. : None of the gas stations had gas to sell, even though relief tankers were supposed to be stationed along the way for the travelers.

It showed several people with small children stranded, relief workers handing out water, etc... but none of this really got to me....

Then they showed citizens from the towns along the highway who, out of the kindness of their hearts, showed up with gas cans to give these travelers along the road gas to get them back on the road.

• sniffle* That was just too awesome. It brought tears to my eyes.

Yeah, bedtime now.. lol