Nine years ago tomorrow was the day our country was attacked. I hadn't thought about the date until I turned on the TV and special after special was on, commemorating the event. It made me stop and think about that day. I think everyone with functioning memory will be able to say where they were the minute they heard. I thought I would share my memories, because I agree with former President Bush when he said, "We must never forget."
I didn't have a first period my senior year, and was snuggled comfortably in my bed, when my mom woke me up. "Someone just flew a plane into the World Trade Center."
I roused from sleep and asked. "On purpose?" She shrugged her shoulders and told me they were not sure what even had happened. I joined her in the living room. We watched the 2nd plane crash into the second tower, completely stunned. Both of us were shouting at the TV. "There's another one!! What is it doing?!" Thinking back, it makes me think of a sporting event, where you yell at the TV in hopes the player will hear you and do what you are saying.
We sat side by side on the sofa, riveted on the breaking news coverage. We flipped from station to station trying to find the best angles.
And then the first tower fell. I will always remember the sickening dread in my stomach. I looked at my mom with tears on my cheeks and said, "So many people have died today." Her eyes got wet and she pressed a hand to her mouth. I think I have only see her cry once or twice in my life time. She's tough. She touched my knee and we sat quiet. As that huge structure came thundering to the ground the news caster screamed. His composure gone.
I asked my mom if we could pray. We bowed our heads and I quickly prayed for the poor, terrified people and for the people sent to rescue them.
3497 people died in the September 11th attacks. 23 of them were police officers. That hits close to my home. I am grateful that there are men and women brave enough to put their lives in danger to serve others. I can't imagine walking into the face of danger with courage, strength and love. Only love for humanity and the desire to protect the weak could make a person so brave. I am grateful to police officers and military personal for all they do. I am grateful for my country. I am grateful that someone keeps me safe. I'm grateful for my husband. He is one of those people and I am so proud of him. I am so proud that he is brave enough to help those who need it, and protect the innocent.
Where were you on this day?
First my yard looked like this. Actually it looked worse. We have already leveled the DIRT BIKE jumps that were there.
Then all the beautiful rain came ALL winter long, and my yard looked like this. BTW:those weeds are 5 feet high. I am standing in them and you can't see me.
Then this nice Eide boy came and did this.
Then my WONDERFUL DADDY came and did this. He loves his tractor! :)
My very cute little lady bug.
Count Dracula, Davy Crockett, Little red riding hood, princess Jara, The Devil (I'm not really dressed up. I just didn't file and trim this morning) , Ladybug and Pirate Brent
Pictures suck. Just ask 'the very grouchy lady bug' , Satan, and Captain Bowler!!
Yeah, Ella is pumped.
She is very good at the contemplating face.
Ella is the WORST picture taker ever, therefore I rarely get her pictures taken. But about every year or so I start to feel guilty and have someone come snap a few shots. She won't let me put her down. She wont hold still, or smile on command. It's a night mare!! But these turned out really well! I love her bright blue eyes!!
This would be cuter if my hand wasn't in my face.... or if the wind wouldn't have been blowing like a hurricane.
Finally a smile!
I love her smile! I don't know why she won't use it more!
Goldie Locks getting ready for church. I love her beautiful hair. It's not very long, but so curly. I'm sure one day I will curse it as I'm trying to control it, but for now, I love it!
I got out my giant barbie box the other day and gave Ella all of my old barbies. Out of all 50 plus dolls, she chose this one as her favorite. That's right, Ken. Brent is scared.
This wonderful little kitty showed one morning. She was very hungry and very, very sweet. She ran into my house and when I tried to throw her out, she clung to me crying. I'm such a bleeding heart for animals, especially cats, that I let her spend the day with us. She loved Ella, and Ella loved her!! Kitty CHOSE to curl up on her lap and take a nap. It was so cute. I threw her out at dark to do her business and she never came back.She was obviously someone lost pet and think she continued her journey home.
This is the new love of Ella's life. Boots the monkey! She even has to take him to the store, or shopping and he has to wear a seat belt. This is a hideous picture of me, but Ella looked pretty, so I posted it anyway.
More Boots love. Not sure why it's crooked. Sorry!
So proud of her silly monkey. Thanks Gramma for getting him for her!!
Second: I decided to play butcher!! My dad had some left over deer meat and I LOVE deer jerky. So I butchered it up and dehydrated it!! It took 2 days and I think the dehydrator ran for 48 straight hours!!
Please excuse my immodesty. And the fact that I have no make up on. I had just finished running and I like to be completely dried out before I shower. I also thought it would be fruitless to shower BEFORE I hacked away at very bloody animal meat!
