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.
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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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).
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."
Bringing Sexy Back Since 1978
This is a great video I found today when I was trying to show the Pie Dudes who Mork from Ork was (shazbot). Very cute.


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