Today marks the 13th anniversary of the day America was brutally attacked by a terrorist organization known as Al Qaeda. They plotted and schemed for years and waited for the “perfect” moment. They picked a Tuesday so more people would die, because people commonly take Monday off. And some believe they picked September 11 because 9-11 is the phone number that will connect you to emergency services. They selected four cross country flights for their attack so the planes would have more fuel to burn when they crashed. Two flights crashed into the World Trade Center in New York, one crashed into the Pentagon in Washington, and the fourth, believed to have been headed for either the White House or the Capitol, crashed into a field in Shakesville, Pennsylvania because some brave souls on board figured out their scheme and gave their lives so more people wouldn’t die.
And the real kick in the pants is that we assisted their ring leader, Osama Bin Laden, in getting the Russians, then the Soviet Union, out of Afghanistan back in the late 70s - early 80s.
Talk about biting the hand that feeds you.
I try not to hate, it’s not good for your soul. But stuff like this, the outright murder of civilians in a terrorist act, puts all terrorist organizations on my shit list permanently.
Thank you to all the first responders and individuals who stepped up to help those in need on this day, thirteen years ago. We cannot begin to express our gratitude. We can only promise not to forget your sacrifice.
I’m sitting in the Salt Lake City airport, heavy copy of Marie Claire on my lap, reading the story on Blake Lively, and I can’t help reflecting on my life over the past year. What is it about traveling alone that causes that to happen?
Also, what is it about the feel of an actual magazine that appeals to me over the tablet version? I am three-quarters of the way through Marie Claire so I bought Elle and it’s September issue is just as thick. I debated buying the tablet version for the same price but still found myself walking out of the shop (after paying of course!) with the physical magazine.
So now I have what feels like 20 pounds of glossy, ad-filled, hopefully recycled, paper to carry on to my flight back home. I really should have bought the tablet version and change my Marie Claire subscription to the digital version. But again, I love the feel of a magazine. But not the ink that always comes off on my fingers.
Of course I will recycle both issues when I am done with them.
Currently I’m debating whether or not I should celebrate the anniversary of my divorce. On the one hand, it’s a sad event. The end of one part of my life and the beginning of a new, better one. I truly loved my (now ex) husband while I was with him. But he never lived up to the promises he made. Or my expectations. At the beginning my expectations were higher but they fell steadily over the years as he proved his true character. And that’s why I’m tempted to celebrate. Because on the other hand, the end of a disappointing period in your life should be celebrated. It’s over. Things can only get better now.
And things have gotten exponentially better.
But the day is also a reminder of bad choices I made myself (not seeing my ex for who he was right away because, in retrospect, he showed his true colors all along), and also choices that I didn’t make sooner (not telling him to shape up or ship out once I realized he wasn’t who I thought he was).
The day is in December so I still have a few months to reflect.
This one helps keeps the lint roller manufacturers in business. Stimulating the economy one fur ball at a time. :)