If you're looking for information on charities/organizations doing relief work in the Philippines, www.reliefweb.int has lots of info.
www.cidi.org/super-typhoon-haiyanyolanda/ is the US Gov't landing page for info about relief efforts, including some additional links.
@Party Falcon *whispers* hellloooo!
@lovingskyfairy I think it's pretty clear that you just lost the internet, frankly. That was an astoundingly hateful thing to say.
I hope that, someday, when you're sitting alone some quiet Tuesday night, you think about what you just said, and realize what it means about your character, and who you are. Because it certainly doesn't reflect anything about S. Elizabeth.
Yes, yes, yes!
@Linette I think you could argue that Alan Rickman and Mark also don't wind up happy? Alan Rickman winds up chagrined, Mark winds up resigned.
But to your overall point, yes.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose All I want for Christmas is to live in Kate Winslet's cottage. Fun fact: they actually built that cottage for the movie!
I'm going to dip this movie in yoghurt, cover it in chocolate buttons, and eat it all season long.
@Megasus And without even reading the article, I'm going to say, "You weren't taking it seriously because you think of it like the internet business equivalent of 'chick lit,' so it can't be worth thinking about in any serious way." (I will read the article eventually)
@iceberg A large tupperware bin full of NB/0-3 month clothes that it will cost more to store than to simply give away and re-purchase, but I just can't.
I'm trying to figure out how I feel now that I'm somebody's mother (even after 4 months, it feels strange even writing that). Sometimes, I am utterly, totally transformed - the first time I held her, I literally could not see anything else, and I would lose hours(!) just watching her sleep when she was a newborn. When, 3 days after she was born, we had to take her back to the hospital (preemie with jaundice), I cried - just wept, all day long - while her tiny body was separated from me in her little isolette. No amount of rational thought could penetrate the fog of the hormones that were screaming at me for letting my baby be anywhere but on me.
But sometimes, and more when I've slept for a blissful 6 or 7 hours in a row, I just feel...like myself. Sometimes, I'm a little sad that I'm not fundamentally different - it's more that I've just been extended slightly; I'm in a new relationship, I've added a second love to my life. But in the same way marriage didn't make me into a new person, neither has motherhood. I'm pretty sure time will take care of that on its own.