After reading my last post over again and catching a glimpse into my portrayal of workweek bitterness I realized that instead of complaining about how tired and downtrodden I am I should have been paying tribute to our soldiers and civilians who lost their lives as a result of 9/11...and the military men and women fighting our enemy, protecting our country, and risking their lives to keep America free.
I remember I was in chapel when we got the word that the Twin Towers were hit. Where were you? How did it make you feel? Will you ever forget it? I will never forget the way it wove together a unique group of college kids with one passion: to save the lost of those still living and affected by this tragic circumstance.
Will you ever forget the way it struck you when you got the news? Have we forgotten what it's like, already, to have lived through such a tragic moment in history, and have we put it all behind us?
Let us not forget those who boldly went where no one else wanted to go when they stood up and took a stand for freedom. Those fighting today are true heroes and examples of disciplined, honorable, grounded soldiers who deserve the funds we have instead given to a senseless effort like global warming.
I will never forget that day. I will never forget that moment. And I will always try to remember the pain and suffering of the lives affected by that tragedy when I am raging about my own minute problems that are nothing but small heartburns compared to the evil and massive destruction that ruined the lives of many.
God bless America.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Hello, Friday.
This was one of those weeks I just couldn't wait to end. From wedding shower shopping to babysitting I am exhausted. I know, sounds stressful doesn't it? Tuesday was a day to catch up on bills and one other thing I needed to do, but that was my only day of relaxation, at the beginning of the week no less, and I knew that it would be my last until today. TGIF.
I've gotten to the point each day where I'm too exhausted to put a good effort into "straightening up the house" after I get home from work or to even make dinner. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I'm a perpetual night owl and get no sleep, AT ALL, during the night (tossing and turning doesn't help, either). I used to never be like this. I actually felt bad when I went to bed with dishes in the sink or came home, took off my shoes, and missed the mat. But I am in no state, as of late, to so much as lift up a finger to wipe the crumbs off the counter. Forget ironing clothes, I can't even find energy to boil a hot dog for dinner. I've chosen to point my finger at my husband to do chores, instead (somehow, though, I end up doing them anyway). I guess he has an excuse: work, Army, and school will do a body tired (*cheez*).
It's sad, too, cuz' Friday nights used to be my thing. I can't remember the last time I actually didn't want to go out to eat after a week of work or want to stay up late and see a movie. Are we getting that old? I don't even have kids!
I'm at the point where I want a maid. Once a month would work. What happened to my energy and charisma? I think it plummeted south when I went to war with the metro.
Oh, the joys of the 8 to 5 life. At least I have Facebook to come home to--to gain knowledge about how crappy other folks' day went, or to read the string of 8 posts on how someone, since 9am that morning, has been filled with an upmost chipper spirit. Or better yet--how they've beaten Mafia Wars and added a friend to their Farmtown. That really excites me. Perhaps I will lose some friends after I post this. Don't worry...I was going to delete you anyway.
I've gotten to the point each day where I'm too exhausted to put a good effort into "straightening up the house" after I get home from work or to even make dinner. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I'm a perpetual night owl and get no sleep, AT ALL, during the night (tossing and turning doesn't help, either). I used to never be like this. I actually felt bad when I went to bed with dishes in the sink or came home, took off my shoes, and missed the mat. But I am in no state, as of late, to so much as lift up a finger to wipe the crumbs off the counter. Forget ironing clothes, I can't even find energy to boil a hot dog for dinner. I've chosen to point my finger at my husband to do chores, instead (somehow, though, I end up doing them anyway). I guess he has an excuse: work, Army, and school will do a body tired (*cheez*).
It's sad, too, cuz' Friday nights used to be my thing. I can't remember the last time I actually didn't want to go out to eat after a week of work or want to stay up late and see a movie. Are we getting that old? I don't even have kids!
I'm at the point where I want a maid. Once a month would work. What happened to my energy and charisma? I think it plummeted south when I went to war with the metro.
Oh, the joys of the 8 to 5 life. At least I have Facebook to come home to--to gain knowledge about how crappy other folks' day went, or to read the string of 8 posts on how someone, since 9am that morning, has been filled with an upmost chipper spirit. Or better yet--how they've beaten Mafia Wars and added a friend to their Farmtown. That really excites me. Perhaps I will lose some friends after I post this. Don't worry...I was going to delete you anyway.
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