Tonight: NBC @ 8:15/7:15 CST (and yes, it’s :15 … I’ve got the printout of the football schedule from NFL.com)

If you haven’t figured out who I’m rooting for, I worry and pray for your mental life, .

EDIT: 9/11/06: They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!! They won!!

*clears throat*

Ahem, . Yeah!

Tomorrow’s my sister’s birthday, so I’m doing this today. I remember that day that happened 5 years ago tomorrow. I remember everything I did, everything that was said, everything that happened. It’s a day I doubt I’ll ever forget.

It started out like any other day. I woke up, took a shower, and headed off to class. “In the End” by Linkin Park was playing on the radio. After it ended, the radio personality, the same one I used to listen to in Evansville (I actually worked with his wife at Walmart), came on and said a plane had hit the WTC. Since I was an ignorant college student at the time, I just turned off the radio, and continued on to class. I finished up my two classes, still not really sure of what happened. Since I had to get Josh at the dealership because his water pump was being fixed, I pushed my way through the groups of people watching the TV in the halls, just as the second plane hit the second tower. I got to where I needed to pick up Josh, and he all out saying “they say it’s terrorists, some dude named Bin Laden”. We head to where Josh used to work, his neighbor’s business, and we talk and listen to the reports on the radio. We stayed and talked for an hour or so, and then headed to his grandmother’s house. We weren’t there longer than an hour or so, when the towers began their collapsing. We lost all of the WTC buildings that day.

I remember worrying about Mohammad and Rashid, two guys we worked with in the Garden Center. They were Muslim, but not Afgahni (spelled that wrong, but oh well). Both of them are of Moroccan decent, and two amazing people. We were worried, after finding out that the attacks were led by Muslim extremists, that they would start getting attitudes given towards them. Amazingly, they never once got any kind of attitude. Most of the customers who came through the garden center were regulars, and actually listened to them when they said that they were disgusted by what those men did.

I remember all of us comforting Charlene, because her fiance was in lockdown at the base. She was so scared that he was going to get shipped out, even though he couldn’t due to a recent back injury during training. Charlene also had family in New York, as did Amilcar, our future roommate. So many people lost family that day, but no one I knew. Not on the planes, not in the towers, not in the rescuers. The heros that day are the ones who survived to tell about it. The ones that carried on without the ones that they lost that day. The ones that are growing up today without their fathers, their mothers, their cousins, their friends.

Do not let the media force you to forget that day. Do not let those deaths be in vain.

From TTT

I got this link off of Kimi’s journal, and thought you’d all like to see it: http://gunstuff.com/america-attacked.html Have tissues handy

Mood : reflective
Hearing : kids
TV Plans : Bambi