I feel like I need to say something regarding the September 11, 2001 attack on the World Trade Center.
Problem is I’m not too good at that sort of thing.
I remember almost every single second of that day ten years ago.
I was a Junior in high school. While checking my E-mail around 6 a.m. before school when I saw a report on the news about a fire at the world trade center. Before that was a story about bottled water leading to cancer, and Michael Jordan retiring from basketball… again. Then a plane crashed into the second tower. At that point it was discovered that the fire was actually the first plane. We watched, bewildered, as the building crashed down.
I went to school and carried on my day. In my first class of the day we were instructed to write a story using the events of the day as a starting point, which I still have. By the time we got to our post lunch classes, we weren’t even carrying out curriculum, just glued to the news, learning about more attacks.
After school I was sent home from my job after less than an hour to be with my family. We had not even had 1 customer. There was some ridiculous fear on the air that the area I lived in could be another target because of some missile silos from the cold war era.
We all know about the war that waged after that. We aren’t through that yet.
Many artists of all facets have given tribute in one way or another.
This country has suffered a great loss.
I don’t have anything profound to say, but I wanted to say something.
And there you have it.
I am completely in love with any soap, hand sanitizer, serum, or what-have-you that contains those little bursting, orbital beads of fun. I don’t even care what it is, I love them.
Pictured is my favorite pocket bac from Bath & Body Works, if the tiara fits. =^.^=
Coney Island. I had no idea that there were no longer side-show attractions there! It’s one of those things that’s on my list of stuff to do before I die. Bummer, I guess I can’t really marry Bruce Willi either, but in my mind this one was a little more attainable.
Of course I’m the kid that’s into circus freaks, but I’ve always been that way.
I gather that the whole entire Island (peninsula, actually) is one huge, giant amusement park. It’s got rides, the beach, resorts, crazy carnie food, and until recently had all kinds of skilled side show performers. Unbeknownst to me, side show performance is a dying art. (If they’d have checked with me first, things would probably be different, but no-one ever does!)
I’m sad. There’s some kind of mystique that goes along with the whole entire idea, at least in my mind. I guess I’ll just have to move on to Vegas, though I’m not so excited about that idea, it seems to commercialized for my liking. We shall see.
I’m throwing a mini party inside this very blog for all the special people I know that have had a birthday’s this week!
My Parent’s Marriage – 09/04
My Aunt Heidi – 09/06
My Sister Clare – 09/07
My Friend Cathy – 09/07
My Brother BJ – 09/08
My Otha Brotha’s G/F Bacon (Tasena) – 09/08
Ron… – 09/08
My Pal Sugar Poppa – 09/09
Good on ya, guys!
Sadly, my two beloved green-spotted-puffers have died.
We had a funeral at sea.