September 11th Ten Year Anniversary

There are some anniversaries we look forward to celebrating and to toasting.

But the 10th anniversary of September 11th is not an anniversary
we look towards with great anticipation.

September 11th will forever and always be

 a day of solemnity, prayer, and reflection.

On this 10th anniversary of 9/11 

we commemorate, pay tribute, and remember.

We remember the blue sky...and the calm that preceded chaos.

We remember where we were and what we were doing.

We remember feeling disbelief, fear, anger, and confusion.

We remember the 2,977 innocent men and women who were tragically killed.

We remember the men and women who sacrificed their lives to save others.

We remember friends and loved ones left behind to cope with the pain and sadness.

We remember those who have died from 9/11 related illnesses.

We remember our military men and women who defend our freedom.

We remember our patriotism.

We remember our resilience.

We remember to never be defeated.

We remember to never forget.



9 - 10 - 11

BUT WHO'S COUNTING?

Lindsay Lohan's New Tattoo

Have you heard about Lindsay Lohan’s new tattoo...?

“Clear as a crystal sharp as a knife I feel like I’m in the prime of my life.”

Her tat is a phrase from Billy Joel’s song “I go to Extremes.”

Not only is it a mouthful...it takes up a lot of skin.

It’s almost too many characters for a tweet.

(True to character, Lindsay did Go to Extremes.)

There is no way Lindsay can read her tat..unless she stands in the mirror.

Then it would read “efil ym fo emirp eht ni m”I ekil leef I efink a sa prahs latsyrc.”

I think Lindsay should have given it more thought and found a word that spells the

same both backwards and forwards.

I think “KOOK” would have been perfect.

Anywhoooo.........

I have mentioned before that I don’t understand tattoos especially full out sentences...but I do understand “different ink strokes...for different folks.”

PaulA asked me if I was to get a tattoo what would I get...and where would I put it?

So I thought long and hard about his question.

Hmmmm.....Got it...

a stack of pancakes...tattooed on my buns.

(that’s where they go when I eat them, anyway.)

Although I would have room for a large stack of pancakes...

I'd order up the short stack.

Then again...

maybe there’s another phrase from a Billy Joel song that would be more apropo:

“You may be right, I may be crazy

but it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for”

The Dorm Room Stranger

“Hi, I’m a STRANGER and

I’m your college roommate.

I’ll be sleeping in that bed, right over there …2 feet from your head.

If you’re lucky I will be normal, but chances are, I’m “left or right...of normal.”

Either way, you’re stuck with me for the next two semesters.”

mwahahaha

Remember that first night in your college dorm room?

You and your roommate all squeezed into a size 9 shoebox.

Your parents left town…and you were left...

in a strange room...

to sleep in a strange bed, next to a strange person.

Eventually daylight winds down,

 and night falls over the shoebox.

As much as you want to stay awake...you can’t stay up all night.

It’s time to turn in......

mwahahahaha

You’re both in your twin XL beds...

then you politely say out loud...into the darkness:

“Good night, roommate (while thinking..."Goodnight whoever-you-are.")

You close your eyes...but can’t fall asleep...you keep hearing the STRANGER breathing.

In and Out…In and Out.

(OMG…do you have to breathe so much?)

It seems unnatural to be sleeping in a room

 with someone you had never laid eyes on until that day.

But colleges have been throwing kids together for eons.

If you get lucky,
you get the perfect roommate situation…

someone compatible with you...
someone with similar music, study habits, and sleeping patterns.

But, unfortunately, similar similarities are NOT the norm.

The odds of a perfect roommate match? One in a million.

So good luck with that. 

mwahahahaha

Anywhooooooo................

Morning will eventually come to the shoebox...

and you'll (mostl likely) wake to find that you survived your first night in your college dorm room.

Your STRANGER roommate was not the strangler, after all.

Then it hits you...an epiphany, of sorts …

“OMG...

Wait, Could I, too?

 moi?

 be a  TOTAL STRANGER?”

mwahahaha

Happy New School Year

School's back in session...

watch out for school buses, and...

in our case....

UHauls.

Crazy for me to think it wasn't that long ago

when going to school looked like this.....

nice shoes

and now going back to school

looks like this...

   nice wheels      

Happy New School Year!

Happy Labor Day

Happy Labor Day.

 An extra day off for good behavior. Woo hoo

I don’t want to labor you with extra reading...so I’ll keep this blog short.

I’m remembering a Labor Day with a pig.

I’m not calling anyone a porker… I'm talking about real bacon.

Back in the day...we lived in a wonderful neighborhood that got together every Labor Day. 

One year we decided to forgo the usual burgs and dogs...and roast a pig.

Believe me, it wasn’t my idea.

I wasn’t particularly excited about seeing a pig au naturale choking on an apple,

rotating over an open pit for 12 hours.

I’m pretty sure a few neighborhood kids needed psychological counseling after that day.

Anywhoooooooo....

Our buddy, Lou, volunteered for pig duty for the Labor Day party.

He picked up the pig the night before (not in a bar, smart ass) and he put it in his bath tub.

Might sound cozy, but it’s not like he was taking a bath with it.

Theirs was truly a platonic relationship.

Lou, however, became unwillingly close and personal with his piggly wiggly friend when he slipped...

lifting the pig out of the tub...landing in an open bacon sandwich.

I don’t want to labor you with unneccessary details...

but a few more neighbor kids needed counseling,

after seeing Lou press the ham..

In the end...the pig roast, a true labor of love that Labor Day, was a success.

But I wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

When pigs fly...is the day you’ll see me eating Porky Pig.

Have a great Labor Day.

Go hog wild,

burger happy,

or hot diggity dog crazy..

and enjoy the last blast of summer!

Back-to-School Supplies

Some people love the smell of perfume...

or fresh cut grass...

or the inside of a new car.

I I have a passion for the smell of Staples...especially this time of year....

September...Back-to-School.

There’s nothing like the smell of a fresh supply of back-to-school supplies
(exception: a fistful of cash.)
I’m not entirely sure what ingredients give the store that scent.
Maybe it’s a combo of notebook paper mixed with No. 2 lead...
but I swear if they bottled it...
I would wear it.

(Eau de Staples)

Anywhooooo.............

As a kid, I looked forward to the start of school...

choosing new pencils, pens, markers, paper…
and organizing my notebooks with subject dividers.
So when our kids began attending school…
I happily skipped into the nearest Staples with their lists of school supplies.

I like to be organized…not in a clean closet, clean room manner…
but in the paper, file, index sort-of-way.

So I looked forward to helping my kid’s organize their piles of supplies for school.
 Big C and Wishy, however, preferred to do it themselves,
so I had to sit on my hands…
and longingly watch from at least a ruler’s distance.

But…Colinboy never minded my assistance.
Heck, Colin delegated the job to me like he was CEO and I was his secretary.
He would hand me a pile of notebooks, folders, and dividers and say:
 “Go ahead Kat, organize my notebooks, sharpen my pencils...
and get it all back to me by the end of the day.”

I think Colinboy pretty much invented the phrase:
 “That was easy.”

Ps. Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit...Happy September