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Please pity me, I have strep throat.  The Doctor and my manager emphatically said stay the heck away from me don’t go to work.

So I didn’t.

And, although I feel like the opposite of shinola, I’m a tad bored.

So, here are some other horrible things that happened on September 6th throughout the centuries as if my ailment isn’t enough.

In 394 at The Battle of Frigidus, the Christian Roman Emperor Theodosius defeated and killed the pagan usurper Eugenius and his Frankish magister miltum, Arbogast. After that, the French decided it would just be easier to surrender.


In 1620, the Native Americans were distressed to hear that bunches of Pilgrims were coming over for a stay-cay!  And in 1628, they were even more POED to know that the invaders had decided to name their town Salem.  Of course, Sabrina’s cat was happy.


1666 – Czar Ivan the Terrible was born.

Ivan the Terrible

In 1803, the British scientist John Dalton started using symbols to represent atoms causing pain and suffering for high school students for generations to come.

Elements by Dalton

Jumping ahead nearly 100 years, Leon Czolgosz, and anachrist, shot and fatally wounded President McKinley. Canton’s favorite son died a day or two later. Travelers were heard to say, “The Pan-Am Exposition was just dreadful!.”  And people were burning “I ♥ NY” Tees on the street!

Assassination of McKinley

In 1939, South Africa declared war on Germany.  The Germans had a good laugh, of course, it was their last one.

79 people were killed when a train derailed at Petticoat Frankford Junction, PA in 1943.  Betty Jo, Bobby Jo, and Billie Jo were unharmed.

Petticoat Junction

In 1952, a prototype aircraft crashed at Famborough in Hampshire, England killing the two aboard, and 29 on the ground.

Two years later, Carly Fiorina was born.  Hewlett-Packard, AT&T and Lucent didn’t know what was a commin’.  And no, it’s not just because I’m bitter about the Lucent stock problem!


Three years later, the Greek and Armenian minorities of Istanbul were the target of a government sponsored pogrom.  Tradition, tradition, tradition!


1972, we all watched as nine Israeli athletes were taken hostage at the Olympic Games in Munich but the Palestinian Black September Terrorist group.  All were murdered.


The Soviet Union shot down a Korean Air Flight KAL-007, giving it the “oops, my bad” after admitting they did not know it was a civilian aircraft.

In the spirit of bad flights, in 1985, Midwest Express Airlines Flight 105 crashed just after takeoff, killing 31.

Of course, not to be out done, back in Istanbul, terrorist from Abu Nidal killed 22 and wounded six inside a synagogue during Shabbat.

1997 – Diana, Princess of Wales, was laid to rest as more than a million lined the streets of London.  Her ex-husband, ex-father-in-law, brother, and two young sons followed solemnly behind the horse drawn caisson carrying her coffin, as more than 2.5 billion watched the People’s Princess’ funeral.

The Princes and Earl

Kinda makes that strep throat thing sound like a picnic!

Have a great weekend, I’ll be popping pills, sleeping, and well, sleeping.

sick in bed


At The End Of The Day…

…is one of the most annoying statements people make.

Oh, I know what they mean.

When all things pan out.

When it’s all over and done with.

The end result.

The bottom line.

It references results, accomplishments, destinations.

And it annoys the crap out of me!

It is supposed to be positive, but it puts me in the mind of when all is said and done, did we get the right result?

You know, do the ends justify the means?

Yeah, I don’t like it.

And, at the end of the day, I just want to go home!

And really, at the end of the day…

…it gets dark. gets dark

It Started Early!

If you’ve ever read MomminitUP, a blog hosted by my nieces, Jenny and yes, Emily, you’ve noticed that Jenny constantly from time to time expounds on the bodily fluids of her off spring.  Most recently, this horrid habit has hacked its way into one of Emily’s posts.  Frankly, I was appalled!

Jenny and Emily

But, with Jenny, I’ve finally figured out that this obsession started quite early.  Yes, as early as the first month of her life.

Jenny was born just a few weeks prior to our wedding in 1977.  She was a babe in her mother’s arms, the youngest guest, stole a lot of attention from the bride, and was as cute as a button.


She also peed on my (then) sister-in-law, Vicki, her aunt by marriage.

Of course, she didn’t know, or did she?

A couple of years later, while we were living in Chattanooga, or Chagganooga as her older brother Charles, called it, the family of five stopped in for a visit on their way to vacation.


Her aversion to dog ownership may stem from the fact that while she was lying in the floor on her blankie, our dog, Gilda was licking her face – at the time she was laughing and seemed quite pleased – Jenny, not the dog – but this may have been the seed that turned her off dogs forever.

I don’t know what Em’s aversion stems from, unless it’s the bathroom habits of her family pet.

But, I digress – once again – later that evening, we decided to go out to eat, and hit a local eatery called “Captain Something or Others”, really, I don’t recall the name.

While dining, Jenny hurled a stream of projectile vomit that was newsworthy, restaurant clearing, and quite frankly, EPIC!

So, now we know, therapy averted, it started early!

Emily’s demise into such behavior, well, I’m just at a loss!

You can reach their wonderful blog by clicking HERE!


…give Justin Bieber a break.

The Biebs went to the Anne Frank house this past week, and as any guest would do, signed the guest book.

Anne Frank House

He simply said this:  ‘Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber,”

For those of you living in a cave, and Mike of course, a belieber is the code name for each of his legion of fans.

The fact that he actually took the time to visit the Anne Frank house is stunning enough.  That he was inspired is amazing, and that he signed the book – even with the naive statement, mind boggling.

File photo of singer Bieber performing on NBC's "Today" show in New York

He’s a pain in the ass, he’s a spoiled rock star, he’s a semi-talented sensation who thinks the world adores him, but he’s a 19 year old kid.

What else is he supposed to write?

The twitter hate has been horrendous. And Facebook has all but burned him at the stake.

Even the staff at the Anne Frank House has given him a pass.

Annemarie Bekker, a spokeswoman for the Anne Frank House, said museum officials were “a bit overwhelmed” by the negative reaction to Bieber’s statement.

“He’s a 19-year-old boy taking the effort to come and see the museum, and we’d like to point that out, and I think it’s quite innocent what he put down,” Bekker said.

I like many, would like to think Anne Frank would be smart enough not to buy his music, but alas, she was a 15 year old girl, so quite frankly, we don’t know if she would have been a belieber.

We only know that she was a hero.  And we don’t know how many tweenage girls will go out and buy her diary simply because the Biebs went there.  We don’t know how many will learn about the horrors of the Holocaust because a pop sensation caused a controversy!