My great-grandfather (Enrico Covino) was from Potenza, Italy- seriously- look it up. absolutely gorgeous and there is an amazing medieval castle nearby.
My great-grandmother (Luzzia Patrone Covino) was from Palermo, which is in Sicily. 

and with those two simple words, "The End" the real world crashed back in on me like Bella's shield retracted.
I began the Twilight series about a week ago, and my brain has not been able to function until I knew how it was going to end. and I couldn't have been happier with the happily ever after. *sigh*

Yesterday, while sitting around my grandparent’s house for Easter, my baby neice was sitting on the kitchen floor when she began babbling away in her little baby language.
She has a habit of saying "Ahhhhh!" and when she does, I repeat "Ahhhhnn-tee!" to try and get her to say Auntie, of course.
Yesterday, she said it. At first, Melissa and I weren’ ( Read more... )

Obviously, if you haven't read the 6th book, you shouldn't be reading this. And as I haven't read it in quite awhile, I am sure I've forgotten some really good bits ( Read more... )

Snape paced, in his bedclothes, clearly troubled.

“Come to bed, Severus.” Hermione said quietly, her eyes never leaving her book, her free hand pulling back the covers on the bed next to her.

It was not a request.

Snape sighed resigned, and crawled in next to his wife, removing the book from her hands and setting it on the night table beside ( Read more... )

and All You Need Is Love came on, and I thought to myself, that is what Dumbledore would sing, if he ever did karaoke. I could see him singing it to Harry.
I mentioned it to Lauren, and now I have an entertaining new icon.

show me a man I can't walk all over ( Read more... )

I LIKE Ron. I think he's funny, and sweet, and very brave. Just because you don't want Hermione to end up with him is no reason to kill Ron- or worse, pair him with Lavender (*shudder ( Read more... )

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This one is dated : 7/19/02

For me, there is no enchanted evening
no love at first sight
No be all, end all
die for it love.
No Prince Charming,
No glass slipper
No happily ever after.
There is just tomorrow
and the day after that.
Alone.