Never Forget...

This morning when I came downstairs I had no intention of blogging. In fact, all I wanted to do was check my e-mail and hope that Keagan would fall asleep soon.


Then yahoo.com popped up as my homepage. Then I remembered.

How could I forget?

Faced with the images once again of those buildings being struck by the planes.

The images of people sobbing on the street, covered in soot.

Of those brave ones running IN to the buildings to save others.

How could I forget?

I remember every single second of September 11, 2001. Still in college, I had thrown on a sweatshirt and trekked across Buffalo State College campus to just barely make my history class on time. I hadn't even turned on the TV yet.

Initial reports thought it was an accident. HAD to be an accident.

Then we watched the second plane hit the tower.

There was silence.

Absolute silence.

And then we were dismissed.

What was going to happen next? We were so close to Niagara Falls...could that be a bombing target? What about our families?

I remember one of our quad mates, she was from Brooklyn, crying hysterically unable to get through to anyone back home.

I left campus. I couldn't be there. I drove to Randy and curled into a ball on his little twin bed and cried.

This wasn't supposed to happen here. Not to us.

By then the other planes had struck. More lives lost.

I didn't expect to be so emotional going through today's news reports. I didn't expect the impact that seeing these images again would have over me.

But I've never forgotten. I never will.

On this day I ask that we all remember. That we all take a moment to remember those lives lost. Take a moment to remember those lives affected. Because we've ALL been affected by this. You may not remember with the clarity that I do of where I was when those towers were struck...but you'll never forget the day Americans across the country stood together, cried together.

Never forget. Never surrender.

"You can be sure that the American spirit will prevail over this tragedy."
--Colin Powell

Remember That Girl?

You know, the one that used to blog here.

Yes, you DO remember.

She would write about her baby, her crazy food cravings, the stupidity of drivers that don’t use turn signals.

Come on, you remember.

She was sometimes witty, often funny and more often than not at least made you smile a little bit.

I wonder what ever happened to her…

Oh that’s right. She had a baby and then stretched herself WAY too thin trying to be Super Woman. ::sigh::

Hello my faithful followers (though I noticed I just lost two “followers” ::tear::) It’s been awhile and I apologize.

I apologize that the most exciting thing I’ve had to even think about writing about has been that last night I was able to go pee without my son crawling in or my dog knocking the door open. Big excitement let me tell ya.

As noted above, I’ve stretched myself ridiculously thin (we’ve all done it) with all my pet projects (come on, why didn’t SOMEONE tell me I wasn’t going to make it 365 days of pictures when I can’t even keep up this blog…hmmmm?) my new “job” as a lia sophia consultant and oh right, my “real” job…and what else was I doing? That’s right, being a wonderful wife and rockin’ mother to an almost toddler (I'm in denial that this is true. Hold me.)

So what does that mean?

Well, for starters I am going to be re-vamping this blog in the coming week (hopefully weekend). I’m consolidating, cleaning up and moving on up. After that is done it is back in the saddle again, back on the bandwagon, giddy on up wee doggies.

The truth of the matter is I miss writing. Granted, I have no grand ideas that I will one day join the Mommy Blogger movement and be in the ranks of Dooce, Heir to Blair, etc. But you know what? My faithful 57 ….er….55 followers will do just fine.

So stay tuned.