Remembering 9/11/01

I’m not going to recount the events of that day that changed Americans’ lives forever.  I’m not going to retell the emotional rolls that catapulted me through a day that I will never forget.  I can’t even begin to pay a tribute to the lives that were lost that day.  Like with my relationship with God, this is something that I just have to have faith in – I simply won’t forget. 

9.11.01 Never Forget So in memory of Ernest Alikako, Jimmy Audiffred,  Juan Salas, Francis J. Nazario and Frederick Kuo, Jr. and the other 2,991 souls lost that fateful day, the hundreds upon thousands of men and women we’ve lost in the war against terror and their families, I offer this:

My children are being raised with a more profound sense of pride, respect and responsibility because of what happened on September 11th, 2001.  I have renewed my vestment in America, the country which has afforded me life, liberty and justice but most importantly freedom because of what happened on September 11, 2001.  My husband’s daily fight to preserve life and safety has not been forgotten as he drives the fire engine to calls with our American flag waving gloriously above the cab.

I stopped today to remember
    and I remembered last week, too
In fact, I often remember since 9/11/01
    and sometimes stop to do so.

As an American, I had forgotten
    how precious my freedom is.
I have taken for granted
    my inalienable rights.

But when life and liberty
    was taken from my fellow Americans,
I remembered.  It’s a painful
    memory to endure.

I support justice.
    I support liberty.
        I support life.
But most of all, I support freedom
And honor those who have
Reminded me to never stop.
                                       Never Forget 9/11/08
                                      
by Kathie Leung (c) 2008

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Dastardly

40/365: Scream
40/365: Scream by h pants explosion (on creative hiatus-see profile), on Flickr

School started for the Pie Dudes last week Wednesday, two days after we returned from a week long vacation in Ashland, OR and attended several plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.  More later. 

In fact, that seems to be a bit of an overused statement here of late: more later.  My apologies.  It’s been a juggling act and certain things have been more pressing, such as the start up of the writer’s group I organized back in January, adding new members, trying to beef up membership; trying to get the kidlets transferred into a school where the socioeconomic makeup wasn’t bogging down their education (read: test scores) and coming up with alternative solutions when the prospects of this happening became dismal.  Mix into this all of the major changes at the fire department where hubby works that have included a change in stations (much, much busier) that have resulted in “sleep days” instead of the usual days off between shifts and you have Miss Pissy, yours truly. 

Feel free to send that crystal ball to me for my biffday.  It might be the best present yet.

Scratch that.  I watched “That’s So Raven” on the Disney channel the other night (quick synopsis: about a teen able to catch glimpses of the future) and on second thought, that might not be such a good idea. 

Coming back at ya soon (and with lots of good reads and interesting news). 

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Ahhhhh Summer!

Today consisted of scheduling and filling out forms for summer events and activities.  Why anyone needs my email address on an emergency form is beyond me.  I’m guessing it’s for notifying parents of an injury that didn’t result in emergency medical treatment.  Another portion that was disturbing was the unilateral release of photos, video footage, etc.  I don’t have a problem with my child’s photo being used.  I do have a problem if his name is used.  What a cheesy way to get model releases and free publicity.  Do I get a fee for his photo? 

huh?
huh? by ~K~, on Flickr

I think I’ve said this before, but never again will I allow our summer time to be left unplanned this late into the game.  Spaces fill, tuition increases, dates get shuffled until the prime camps and activities are no longer viable.  It sucks, to put it in the words of a twelve-year old kid. 

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Dancing Ghost

Ry-guy was having fun at the fire station and hubby “filmed” him on his cell phone while “shooting” him with the station’s heat sensor infrared camera.  Notice the hat off to the left of the screen and how it stays “hot.”

 

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I Remember When…

Many moons ago when my Dad was still alive and many moons before that when I was still a young whippersnapper living at home back in the Midwest, my Dad would play a game with the three of us kids while we were all out in the car waiting for my Mom to get out of work.  He’d reach his hand over the back of the car seat and wiggle his fingers.  If we pulled the right combination, say his thumb and his ring finger, he’d make a funny noise or wag his tongue or something equally funny for a bunch of kids under the age of ten. 

Pull my finger
“Pull my Finger” by exepotes on Flickr

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