Told you so.

The average temperature range from 65F for a high to 40F for a low.

Trees have turned yellow, and starting to bald. Needless to say, "SUMMER IS GONE!"
Halloween is around the corner (maybe I'll dress as Marilyn Monroe), Thanksgiving is on the minds and homework of my 8 year old child. Winter coats have emerged from hiatus.

Sigh... life in the midwest, 4 seasons. Dont like it? Get the hell outta here.

Anyway, the children of the house are getting cabin fever and have voiced regrets of activities they should have taken up. Should have kicked more ball in the backyard, should have learnt how to ride their bikes, etc etc.

What else can I say, but "TOLD YOU SO!"

I told you it will get colder very soon. Maybe they will listen next year.

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Here is one for Mr Fredmeister,
Stay cool and stay sane,
Even in your absence,
Some things on Stateside stay the same.

Your patience with some bastards,
Is admirable,
But you cannot lose yourself to the predictable.

Nothing really exciting happening here,
Your precious Steelers has a bad start to the year.
Think instead of your vacation to Singapore.
yeah yeah, all the glorious food you can eat and more.

So keep your chinny chin up,
And use some Brillo on the Botak.
Hehehe, some things still dont change,
You stilll have a friend who is still the same.

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As The Fat Man used to say....

A reminder from my cyber calendar, September 21.


For some of the readers to this blog, you WILL know who is the Fat Man, aka Larry Hawkins.

Yeap, it has been 3 years since his passing.

We all miss him in some way, his sick sense of humor, his rough growl but mostly his words of wisdom. Someday we shall compile a book of his "wisdom".

Larry had a name for everyone, including yours truly.

If you remember the Fat Man and his lines, drop one or 2 here. The invitation is free to all.

Still thinking of you Fat Man,
Linny the Pooh.

I guess some things just dont change

What a month of September!!
Firstly, rushing preparations for school. You know, the school supplies, school clothes and shoes, and the endless sessions of meeting teachers whose names I do not remember. Really, I do hope I NEVER meet my children's teachers during the school year. I think my children are whimpy enough to stay out of trouble (crossing fingers, bad genes are involved).

Before the school bell tolled, it was the endless chatter of the local fairs. I have to complain on this topic, the Allen County Fair exceeded the fun factor over the Hancock County Fair.

Good: Allen County Fair had Mounties. Definitely a winner with the girls, uniform and a horse.

Good: Allen County Fair and the ever ever COOL FLIGHT SIMULATOR Featuring the Blue Angels, courtersy of the US Navy.

BAD: Hancock County Fair had health issues. I cannot pardon the omni-present dust or the tabacco smoke the vendors blow at the children. A quick survey shows many visitors who attended the Hancock county fair fell extremely ill.

BAD: The nagging chesty cough, painful fevers I brought home from the fair.

BAD: Passing out from the 2 Tylenols I took for the painful fevers.

BAD: The nasty side effects from the anti-biotics to rid of the BAD cough and fevers. CS said, "The cure is worst than the illness." Very true in my case.

VERY VERY PISSED OFF BAD: Having to eat my dinner 3 times, what a waste of good food, a side effect of the anti-biotics to rid the BAD cough and fevers from the fair.

Erhm... where is the Complain Jar? Taking notes there Mr Fair Board Person thing for next year?

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What does the month of September and the fairs have to do with the topic that some things don't change?

Year after year, I still dont like the smell of the steer barn or the hog pens or the ... you get the idea.

(Everyone ..... WHIMP! Yeah yeah, I grew up in the city remember?)

5 years later, September 7, 2006, as we posted flags at The Healing Field,(a tradition I hope to continue with my children) I am still mad and I still cried.

(Everyone ..... aww... pass the tissues)

5 years later, a dear family friend of my ex-in-laws, who butchered my name still remembers his embarassing tongue twister. And he still gave me a hug despite the separation.

(Everyone ..... AAAWWWWW!)

10 years later, recognizing me within an instance a friend's wife still flagged me down in a flood of people. Screaming my name loudly in public, erhm, more than once.

(Everyone .... laugh amongst yourselves, yeah yeah yeah, btw, we were at a fair with kids around!)

11 years later, my professor still shook my hand and gave me that "What have you done?" look.

(Really, Dr. Marquart, I DID NOT DO IT!! It is not my fault, this time.)

All these events lead to a simple conclusion:

I have not changed my hairstyle

What did you think I was referring to?

Oh yes, I still wear my pinky ring to match the smart-ass attitude.

6 degrees of Separation

For 5 years I had to explain the events of 9/11 to young ears.
For 5 years, I get mad that someone messed with MY New York City.
For 5 years, I realized that travelling is a lost cause.

For 2 years my children and I have volunteered at a Healing Field, posting flags while I try to instill the honour in those flags and their mission in life.

For about 6 degrees of separation, a theory that some people dispute, we are affected by 9/11/2001.
Vincent Gerard Halloran left 5 boys on September 11, 2001. His wife discovered she was pregnant September 12, 2001, later delivered a healthy baby girl.
His name is engraved on the missile designated for OBL.

You see, my childrens' cousins' Uncle is Vincent Gerard Halloran, Ladder 8, NYFD.

Stand tall. American Citizen or not, the world changed.

We will never forget, falter or FORGIVE.

Get them boys!!