The most entertaining keyword searches that landed people at onesmartwoman.com in September:

• fat dubya purple bandaid woman
• peoples who cheats in the bibles
• the party of lincoln and liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp

I think this may become a monthly feature.

For those who may not be familar with it, Coumadin (warfarin) is a drug used to treat clotting problems. It’s been used by Western Medicine for something like 50 years because it works, but it was originally used (and still is) as rat poison. It’s what’s called a ‘narrow-therapeutic-range’ drug because its effects have to monitored very closely and every person’s body chemistry will respond differently to it.

It also has a number of known side-effects. One of them is hair loss. Not chemotherapy-type hair loss - it doesn’t all fall out - and of course, not everyone experiences this particular side effect. I’ve now learned though that if there is a side-effect to be had with this particular drug, it will manifest in Yours Truly.

It started about two weeks ago. I had read about hair loss but hadn’t seen any signs… Then I got in the shower one morning and came up with an awful lot of loose hair while rinsing the shampoo out.

I’m not overly worried - I have my parents to thank for pretty good hair to start with and no one seems to report having to buy a wig with this stuff. But the plumbing in My Old House just can’t handle this. In addition to keeping the Band-Aid people in business, I am now forced to invest in barrels of Liquid Plumber to keep the drain in my shower from filling up with that which was once on my head.

I came home last night, got off the train as usual and went to get in my car. Well, guess what? It wasn’t where I left it!!! It took about 15 minutes of walking around in the remains of Jeanne for it to sink in that some miscreant had STOLEN IT!! Gah!!

Around here (I live in a very charming little NJ town, but we’re about a mile from the ‘hood in Newark), most stolen cars do turn up sooner or later, the question is what condition they’re in and what horrible things some drugged-out joyrider has done with/to them…

RIP, my beloved Subaru Forester.

I don’t know how I missed Root’s George Says competition over at the 404! Very good internet fun !

Want your own George Says image? Go here.

I was living and working in CT back in September of 2001. I’ve spent my whole career in and around the travel industry, having come from an airline family, but was deep in the throes of negotiating an offer from a Wall St. insurance carrier. I hated the CT job and was thrilled at the prospect of getting out. Like so many people, I remember the weather that morning - it was spectacular.

We had been haggling over terms for a month or so and I got an e-mail from the HR manager on the evening of 9/10, promising that she would call the next day. Of course she didn’t

Since negotiations were going well, I had started house-hunting in SO/Maplewood - and had arranged with a friend to have him meet my RE agent at a house I was seriously considering, so I could get a second opinion. Just before 9 that morning, he called me to say he was at the house and had I heard that a plane had just flown into the WTC?

I had just gotten into the office and was booting my computer. I went directly to CNN’s site and saw a photo of the first plane going in. CNN must have gotten immediately overloaded because the page didn’t even finish loading. I have a very clear memory of looking at that frozen image and just being dumbfounded.

I heard about the second plane from a radio in another office and then we all realized that there was a TV in the gym in the basement of our building. It finally hit me for real when they announced the hit on the Pentagon.

I went home about noon and fielded phone calls from family out west who knew I had been interviewing in the city. Driving up I-95, away from the city, I watched a string of fire trucks and ambulances scream towards the city from as far out as Fairfield. The silence in the skies was surreal.

I slept in front of the TV for the next three days.

I didn’t know anyone in either of the towers. I was horrified as we all were to watch them fall. In my airline career, I’ve probably flown as much as anyone. I just kept thinking about the people on those planes, looking out of the windows and realizing what was about to happen.

I took the job. I bought a house. I started in the middle of October and the fires were still burning. I still look up every time a plane flies low over the city.