Remembering the most tragic day in American history.

Yesterday was a day of reflection. Today as well really. 13 years ago we all witnessed a horrible event unfold in front of our eyes. In Colorado, many woke up, turned on their TV's and saw that the news was already covering a plane striking one tower. Many watched as a second plane hit the second tower. We watched in horror as we learned about the pentagon being hit and a 4th plane crashing in a field going to who knows where. We shuddered as we realized that falling objects from the towers were people choosing to fall to their death instead of the fire raging behind them. We screamed as we watched the towers fall knowing thousands of people were still inside. We sat in silence for most of the day and the days that followed, not knowing exactly what had happened and what that meant for the world. It was an extremely tragic and awful attack on American soil and, for some time, brought us all together. Many men and women enlisted after this attack and for a while we were a proud, united country. A moment of silence should be taken for the nearly 3,000 people who lost their lives and the countless others who have died in the aftermath. It was a bleak moment in our history but we can prevail.

Now, with that said, how about some happy stuff? In our house we love our pets and we love to go to Walmart for entertainment! Jack isn't often photogenic but Buddy and Wes (my mom's "puppy") are. When we aren't playing with our dogs we are spending our time being goofy! 

I hope everyone had a good week and an even better weekend!

Don't worry we are stopped at a stop light. He is so cute!

Scott was blowing in his ear.

Scott is blowing a spit bubble. Gross.

Walmart has weird and random clearance sections.

10 September 2014

I Beg You, Please, Ask For Help.

This is a plea to all who need it this day, please ask for help and you will find a loving soul to guide you through the dark. To the girl who cannot see the beauty in the mirror, ask for help. To the boy who feels too much pain and shame from abuse, please ask for help. To the mother fighting to love her child through postpartum depression, ask for help. To all the lost souls walking this earth feeling alone and unwanted, speak up and ask for help. You are not alone in your fight to live in this world. Love is not a reward that we look for on our journey but instead it is a gift we share openly with one another. There are 7 billion souls just trying to live and as fellow humans we can help each other live. Honor life. Honor this gift of breath and tell someone your struggles, they may be having the same plight. In our sadness we hide our voice. We keep demons locked in tight behind our lips not using our tongue as the key to get out. So take a deep breath and share the weight that is on your shoulders. There is a kind person who will listen to your woes. Sometimes all you need is someone to open their ears so you can free the demons locked inside. So I beg you, please, ask for help and live the life we all deserve to live.

11 September 2014

The Day the World Stood Still

I will never forget the morning of 9/11/2001. I was in 8^th grade, excited for fall and my last year of junior high school. One of my classes, I can't remember which, was in the library first thing in the morning. I remember sitting at a table doing work and I could tell all of the adults were acting strange. They were rushing around but no one said anything to us. Then one of my fellow classmates found out somehow that people were attacking buildings and killing people. This made us all so fearful. Just 3 years earlier we had the shootings at Columbine so as school children we were terrified of dying. We went on to our next class and the news was spreading. The principal had announced that teachers were not allowed to turn on TV's or radios due to the days events. This worried us kids more. We had lots of questions. My social studies teacher decided, since she had questions too, to turn on the TV she had in her room. Through a grainy screen we watched as the first tower fell. We sat in silence, just completely shocked a horrified that this was happening. I remember thinking there were people in there! Shortly after that the principal came in and yelled at my teacher. We had to stop watching and just go about our day like nothing had happened. How could we possibly do that? The whole day was filled with worry. We heard people were targeting all government buildings including schools so us kids were so afraid. We were convinced our school was going to blow up. When I got home I immediately turned on the news. They talked about the towers falling, the amount of deaths, the pentagon being hit, another plane going down after the brave people on board stopped the terrorists. They talked about the conspiracies and all the unknown facts. They talked about everything. As a country we came together. We flew flags and demanded justice. I remember looking in the sky and not seeing a plane for a very long time. The world seemed so different. Scary. I was so young and already so much tragedy had befallen the world I lived in. I could not comprehend what happened that day and frankly I still can't, it is just too tragic. What I can comprehend is that the whole world stood silent. The world mourned as major changes were forced to happen due to the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. We will never forget where we were that day and how we felt. We should also never forget the brave efforts of every fire fighter, police officer, emergency worker and brave soul that went towards the destruction. We should remember the lives lost in war after 9/11. We should also remember that we are given the gift of life and we should honor that in memory of those that we lost.