Never Forget

So lately I have been in a blog dip- if you will. Description: producing blog entries, which contain no true substance. Of course, I am a girly girl, I love writing about my new products (more about other peoples’ so I know what to get next), the bachelor/bachelor pad, dates with my wonderful boyfriend, new foods I try, spicy outfits I pick up at my local .com. While these are extremely entertaining blogs, I don’t think I will look back 20 years from now and think, wow, I really did love that NARS blush. I will more than likely look back and think, hmmm, what was I doing the day I received that NARS blush? What was I feeling/thinking/planning. Who was I becoming friends with? What connections was I making? Don’t get me wrong, there will be PLENTY of days where I will just want to talk about the superficial stuff. But, honestly, it has consumed my little bloggy. I want this to be a representation of who I am and the experiences I go through. How can I provide that opportunity if I slack on giving the true details of this wonderful life God has blessed me with? Yesterday was a hard day for me. As it was for every American. Yet it is a day I proud to say that I will never forget. Imagine the courage of those firemen climbing the stairs of that firey building, knowing that they more than likely will never again see their wife smile, hear their child laugh, or sing along to the radio. They were risking their lives so that other people may have the experiences that they will never gain. They were giving a “pass go” card to those people’s lives they saved. To the people fighting to get out of the Twin Towers, it was their grave. To the firefighters, it was their duty. I can’t even begin to imagine the feelings of the people directly involved on the situation that occurred on that day. I sit here feeling in awe of the people that America produces. The genuinely good people that God places on and between these coasts. I am encouraged by the way every one in our nation formed a granite bond and I am thankful to be apart of a Nation that I know will gladly be cocooned in the stripes and stars of the American flag. Days like yesterday make me think about the experiences I receive daily. They give me a chance to reflect on what I am thankful for. I want to remember these days; these are the best days of our lives.

A Little Laughter

A classmate had this on her blog, and I laughed hysterically. I thought you may want to share in my laughter. ENJOY!