September 11th

I should probably leave this topic alone, but I'm full of rage.

Monday was a day of significance, a day to honor those who died, and a day to appreciate all the things that make America...well, American. It's a day to remember. Here's what I remember:

George W. Bush sitting in a classroom, with his mouth hanging open like the idiot he is, doing nothing. Then "hiding" on Air Force One while real men and women tried to do anything to help their fellow human beings, regardless of skin color, gender, beliefs or any other reasons.

Watching news footage and thinking that I was seeing a movie promo for something that just wasn't real. Then, the absolute horror of finding out that it was so very real.

Wondering if I knew anyone who was on the San Francisco bound plane.

Realizing that my children should NOT be watching this (they were 3 and 4 at the time).

Having contraction after contraction (I was 24 weeks pregnant at the time). Calling the advice nurse, and having her explain to me that this was serious, and that if they didn't stop, I needed to go to San Francisco, as they had a NICU that specialized in severe preemies. The first realization that this baby wasn't really "viable" if born that day, and that I needed to make it stop...NOW!

The crushing feeling that I'd lost all hope. I HATED that feeling, and resolved not to let it happen again.


This year, it fell on my BUNKO night, and the hostess thought "it would be cute" to commemorate the occasion by using a 9/11 theme on our scorecards. Then one woman wanted to talk about the movie that ABC ran and how "factual" it was. Another launched into a diatribe about "those Muslims and how they are all trying to "kill us good Christians". I finally suggested that we talk about something more appropriate, without actually throwing a hissyfit.

I came home, and looked at my precious, almost 5 year old daughter sleeping, and whispered to her that she truly was "the most beautiful baby ever". I hold Hope in my arms every day, and I thank all the powers that be that she is mine.

No one can ever take that away from me. I just want to love my family, and be left alone by this asinine government, and the idiotic folks who believe anything that comes out of a preacher or president's mouth. Right now, I'd give my left boob for some intelligent leadership...or is that an oxymoron?