Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure – Measure A Year?
In Daylights – In Sunsets, In Midnights – In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches – In Miles, In Laughter – In Strife

In – Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure a Year In The Life?
How About Love? Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life, of a Woman Or A Man


In Truth That She Learned. Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned. Or The Way That She Died

Tomorrow is September 11th. For the last week or so every station, show, interview or interviewer is discussing the 10th anniversary of September 11th, 2001. I know where I was at that exact moment the world changed, I remember when I came home after that very long day, the very first image I saw on CNN was someone jumping to their inevitable death. I remember it all. The days and weeks to follow, there are so many images that are now resurfacing that bring back all those memories to the front of our hearts and minds.

I remember going to New York that October with my friend Lori, who worked in lower Manhattan and when we went down to Ground Zero, it was still smoking. It was crazy, because I remember wanted to take pictures, but thought that it was disrespectful to do that. Tomorrow finally there will be a memorial that can be photographed in a respectful way.
I remember a dream I had about my friend Corey, who was living in NYC at the time, trying to tell me that he was okay. I had my mom phone his mom a couple of weeks after and thank g-d he was fine, and I saw him on my trip that October. He is now married with three children and living in Toronto.

But….as I was sitting watching the View, I started to think about my OWN life, and what has changed or has happened to me in my life in the last 10 years. It is pretty crazy actually. I thought I would share some of my thoughts.

10 years ago:
– Mark had not married yet married Shawna. Of course that means that Zoe, Jaime and of course Ezra were not in my life. Since then, I have had the chance to have a great extended family and have been able to be a part of their lives as well.
– There was no facebook, and therefore hadn’t reconnected with so many people I now call friend again. As well, all the people I have met since that have changed my life.
– Blogging, twitter, linked in, texting, bbm…..what did we all do to connect before that time…LOL!
– I hadn’t met Brad yet. That didn’t happen until 2003 which of course had a huge affect on my life.
–  I hadn’t bought my condo yet and was still living at home. That wasn’t until 2004 and then not until 2006 until I moved.
– We still had Adath Shalom shule that we were a part of. It hasn’t felt the same since we stopped going there.
– My uncle Solly was still with us.
– Aviva was still with us. That is all I can say about that.

All of those thoughts just flew out of my head and onto the keyboard. If I thought about how much more there was going on in my life before September 11, 2001, I could be here for a long time.

I am sure that everyone will take some time tomorrow to reflect on the day.

Remember what you have today, what you had before that fateful day and everything that has happened in between.

Yesterday I was on my way to meet some friends in Unionville. Friends I haven’t seen in close to seven years. I was very excited and changed purses so that I could bring my camera to take pictures (of course me without my camera?).

Before I left I had to load up four garbage bags of stuff that I was getting rid of (save for another post). I had to load up the granny cart, purse over one shoulder and a big bag in my hand. Probably should have taken two trips, but that is a pain in the ass.

Off I go…. and while I am driving along Hwy 7 near the 404, I was at a red light and for some strange reason decided to look into my purse for something….WHAT?!!! NO WALLET?!!! I started to have a full on panic attack. My chest hurt, couldn’t breathe…crazy…

I had to turn around and go back home of course. Called the conceirge and asked if she could go up to my floor to check outside my apartment, in the elevator, the garbage bins…WHERE DID I DROP MY FREAKING WALLET…..or….leave it in my condo….which is probably where it was.