This is cool and weird: Lost daughter 'right behind you dad'
A father posed for a publicity picture in a desperate attempt to find the daughter he has not seen for ten years unaware she was just a few yards behind him.
Michael Dick scoured the streets of Sudbury, Suffolk, and looked through the electoral register searching for Lisa, 31, reports Metro.
After drawing a blank, he went to the Suffolk Free Press newspaper, which ran a story on his search.
The paper took a picture for the article, of Michael and his younger daughters Samantha, 22, and 10-year-old Shannon.
Lisa, a mother of three, discovered her father, 58, was trying to find her when friends mentioned the story.
And when she looked at the photograph, she realised she and her mother were just a few metres behind them and got in touch.
Mr Dick, a carpenter from Bow, East London, said: 'I couldn't believe it when Lisa told me. It is just pure coincidence that she was walking past.'
Yay! I love hearing wedding stories, especially from the Buffistas, who are wise enough to know that the wedding is the start of the story and not the end. And I can't see the gorgeous and glowy DJ wedding picture often enough.
I'm going to be in y'all's neck of the woods at the end of September for Folsom Street Fair.
Rock! Um, as long as you've got a little extra time budgeted in. I don't think the FSF is either baby- or 10-year-old boy-friendly. So it's a sad and tragic fact that we may have to instead meet up for gourmet grazing at the Ferry Building or cardamom ice cream and pirates on Valencia Street or something. Oh woes!
The kerfuffletta picture is magnificent.
Well, fuckity.
The tornado alarms are going off here in downtown Ann Arbor.
And it's not even storming. What the hell?
I'm going to be in y'all's neck of the woods at the end of September for Folsom Street Fair.
What? Who? How did I miss this?
Here's how I envision my wedding ceremony: The bride and I each roll down the aisle in our own human-sized hamster balls. Then, at the moment we're pronounced husband and wife, we each climb into the same, larger hamster ball and roll back down the aisle.
There would also be smoke, lasers and strobe lights.
Aimee, there isn't even a storm system near you. Maybe it's just a fluke?
::loves on regional radar::
Tornados freak me out. I will stick with my earthquakes.
Aimee, there isn't even a storm system near you. Maybe it's just a fluke?
Ah!! Testing day!
Ann Arbor is wierd. Everyone else tests them on Saturday.
I just received a phone call from my the AA at the theater department I work for because one of our graduates last year was killed yesterday in a car accident in the British Virgin Islands, where she was working. Although she wasn't she was an actor, not a costume student, she was someone I worked with quite closely, building her a vintage cheer leading costume and also because, rather strangely, she played ghosts two plays and a dying woman in a third, and needed lots of make-up help. I am more upset than I would have thought, but she was such a sweet, kind and patient young woman with a whole bright future ahead of her.
I don't exactly wish that I'd eloped, but I sometimes wish we'd *either* put more time and energy into certain aspects of wedding planning *or* eloped. Certain bits were kind of slapdash and last-minute, and if I had it to do over again, I'd make them better. Or not bother at all. OTOH, I'm glad we lavished attention on the vows, the music, etc., and I'm glad my dad walked me down the aisle, the more so now that he's gone. So, on the balance, I'm happy we had a fairly traditional wedding.
However, the weddings I've written for my fictional characters? Thus far they've all either been elopements or tiny, hastily arranged affairs. Partly that's because I write Regency/Napoleonic era, and the Big Production wedding is more a Victorian phenomenon. But who knows, maybe there's some wish-fulfillment there.
(Oh, and I'm back from Alabama, procrastinating figuring out what did and didn't get done in my absence at work. Hi!)
