Posts Tagged: #freeanissa
I wish I could fold this up into one of those triangles that we used to fold our notes up into, and pass it to you in the hall.
But now we have computers, so triangularly folded notes are so totally passe. Plus we have Skype and Gmail and Blackberry (well you have Blackberry and I have a shitty EnV2, but I digress.) I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I wish I knew you way back when [we] folded up pieces of paper that talked about how my crush was wearing Izod today, and–OMG–he so totally brushed up against me when he was reaching for his tray in the lunch line.
Here are some notes I might-could have sent:
Yo A!
Dude, can I borrow that scarf of yours? The one you wore the other day with that purple sweater. I promise to give it back and not keep it for an extended period of time; you know, like I kept that one necklace. I mean, I did give that necklace back….eventually!
Catch you in Creative Writing.
-M
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A-bomb,
He was seriously checking you out. I bet he’s going to ask you to the Homecoming Dance! Which? Is so totally cool because we can totally double-date. Maybe we could get dinner at the Olive Garden? Or Chi-Chi’s? or Red Lobster? I don’t care, just somewhere CLASSY!
And if he doesn’t ask you? You throat punch him and I’ll kick him in the neck.
Oh shit! Mr. K is on to me.
M-gun OUT!
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Dear Anissa,
I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well. It sucks not to see you, in the hall, between classes. I’m wearing your scarf EVERY. DAY. OF. THE. WEEK. until you return. Oh and look in the lower left corner of the card that I’ve sent you with this note. Yes, that signature is from you-know-who. He was totes concerned for you. Everyone is! We are all hoping you beat this thing soon. We miss your jokes, your stories, your presence. So, get well soon. Ok?!
Love,
Mishelle
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Anissa’s fighting HARD!
If you want to help, click ‘Help 4 Anissa’, at the top of my sidebar, on the left. Anything helps!
Regular updates are posted on Anissa’s Caring Bridge and Aiming Low!
#prayersforanissa
The moment I met her, in room 704, I knew that we’d be friends for a long, long time.
“Say it,” I breathed.
“Vampire,” she responded.
It was true love ever since. And ‘ever since’ has brought a flourishing friendship—a trusted one, an accepting one, a valued one. To know Anissa is to love Anissa.
We are going to be friends for a LONG, LONG TIME!
As you may have heard, Anissa, our beloved friend and leader here at Aiming Low, suffered a stroke on Tuesday afternoon. She is in the hospital right now, in the ICU.
More than anything, Anissa needs your prayers and positive thoughts but to the many people in the Atlanta area who have offered help to the Mayhew family, we have set up a form for you to fill out so we can have everyone’s contact info in one place (please be assured your information will be kept private). If you are NOT in the Atlanta area but still want to help, you can also leave your information on that form.
Things that would be helpful right now are gift cards to restaurants and gift cards to the movies or to Blockbuster (to help keep the kids’ occupied) and gas/hotel gift cards for her extended family. We will be setting up a PO Box on Wednesday and posting the address here along with any updates. Please don’t send anything to the hospital or the Mayhew home. If you have questions, please email helpforanissa@gmail.com
We ask that you please respect the Mayhew family’s privacy by NOT calling the hospital and we thank you all SO MUCH for your outpouring of love and support for Anissa and her family.
With thanks and love,
The Aiming Low Team
Meet Anissa
You know you are going to be good friends when your new relationship is founded on vampires. Why? Well, because vamps are where it’s at, yo!
I met Anissa in Room 704. The original Room 704 at Blissdom09. There she sat, on the edge of the bed, all busty and beautiful. I had just thrown back some drink that VDog-the-Cracker gave me, I was tired, a little punchy, and I don’t know how it happened but someone said something about Twilight.
Anissa was talking about Edward and next thing I knew I was standing behind her.
I whispered, “Say it.”
Nothing.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“Vampire.” she said in her best Kristen Stewart impersonation with a face that even resembled Kristen Stewart’s Oh-My-God-Someone-Farted-in-Here-Face.
We busted out laughing.
And that was it. Anissa and I were bonded forever.
I’m thrilled that our relationship has gone above and beyond vampires. Though, if she’d be willing to pretend she was Bella, I’d be willing to don some fangs and bite her on the neck, all rough and shit.
In all seriousness… I am honored that Anissa asked me to be part of her new, awesome project.
It’s a site called Aiming Low. Here’s what it’s about:
It’s not about the failure to attain perfection….it’s about understanding that perfection is not only over-rated, it’s a big fat whopping lie-burger with cheese…and fries…and onions.
We are a group of women/moms/bloggers/friends/writers that believe that there’s no shame in serving mac and cheese for dinner three nights in a row, Febreeze was created to make a questionably clean shirt smell ready-to-walk-out-the-door-fresh and that slack isn’t a way of life…it’s an art.
Meet Aiming Low
(not all, but in good Aiming Low form I can’t possibly find everyone’s picture to put up here)
Janet.Anissa.Laurin.Maria.Brittany.Tena.Amy.Heather.
(not pictured: Angie, Meghan, Rachel, Hilly, Allison, Katie, Ali, Jen & me)
Anissa and AL Girls: I look forward to aiming low with you,
but really we’ll be aiming high. Because we are destined for greatness.
Believe that!
