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These words are my diary screaming out loud

Thursday, September 26, 2013

269/365 (9/26)

The fact that fiance found these last night made him almost as happy as the fact that they didn't suck.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

259/365 (9/16)

Some more bachelorette shenanigans :)

258/365 (9/15)

This is from an old coworker's promotion party a few weeks back. Silly, yes. But even sillier is that the guy in the middle used to be my and the other guy's boss :)

Friday, September 13, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

This year's 9/11 post

It's always interesting to read people's "where were you on 9/11" stories. Seeing how they intersect, or how the same experience was so different for different people.

I've mentioned before how I feel about this day. It never changes. I avoid the news, I immediately turn away from pictures. I can't even bring myself to attend the memorial events. But when people post the "where were you on that Tuesday morning" posts on Facebook or Twitter or message boards, I'm drawn to them.

On one Navy message board I'm still on, its been fascinating today to read everyone's stories, see the connections made that people hadn't realized (because the veil of anonymity on the interwebz and everything), get chills from various stories. Like the guy who was on deployment overseas and a German ship asked to pass alongside, and when they did, all their folks were in dress uniform holding a big sign that said "We stand with you." Perhaps it just takes me back to that feeling I know many of us had that day, once the fear and panic subsided. Yes, there was uncertainty and more fear and all that goes along with the loss of control for OCD control freaks like me. But there was also a feeling of togetherness, of common sympathy and empathy, of love and concern for each other that I'm not sure has really been felt since, except maybe almost after Newtown. That feeling that nothing else was important at that moment except the desire to heal, altogether, from the same horrible incident.

I will forever be grateful for my Daddy's dentist for running behind that morning, because otherwise, he would have been in the exact area of the Pentagon that was hit. In fact, he would have been in the same meeting with several of the people who were killed. One of my classmates will be forever grateful that his relative on the NYFD chose that day as his first personal day in many years and was playing golf instead of responding with his ladder to the first tower to be hit - the whole ladder was lost. Another was thankful that one of their loved ones had missed a flight that morning, because that plane was one of the 4. And there are so many more other stories - the planes that were not even half full, the section of the Pentagon that was nowhere near full capacity because it had just been renovated and offices hadn't moved back in yet, random stories of people running late, or taking a sick day, or whatever.

I've posted my thoughts on religion before too, so I'm not gonna get into that now. But I do want to say that there is no way for me to hear about all of these close calls, all of these circumstances that made the casualty number that day SO much lower than it could have been, and NOT believe that there is a higher power out there looking out for us and working in amazing ways. I need to do better to remember that more often.

I know that all of my paragraphs don't link together very well in this post. But that's OK. These words are my diary and all that :) Even 12 years later, this day is still confusing. There are still emotions that don't make sense, and seem jumbled together. So it only makes sense that my thoughts are too. And that's OK. Because like my new friend Miranda says, when its your blog, you get to make the rules!

254/365 (9/11)

Never forget.

253/365 (9/10)

Bachelorette shenanigans with my little sister

252/365 (9/9)

My bachelorette party survival kit made by the lovely LP

Monday, September 09, 2013

251/365 (9/8)

Its a bit fuzzy, but Blackberry Smoke was on Palladia last night :) Love seeing TRB bands get some well-deserved love!

Sunday, September 08, 2013

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Catching up - Days 242-246 (8/30-9/3)

Since this weekend I was otherwise occupied, doing a little catch up :)
242 (8/30): We performed this song as part of a Big River medley for the last concert of my high school choir career. Oh, the memories :)
243 (8/31): My future family in law threw us an awesome wedding shower at Red Top Mountain State Park in Georgia, on Lake Allatoona, on Saturday. I didn't get a chance to take any pictures, so I took this one from wikimedia. Link in the alt text.
244 (9/1): So, I'm a giant klutz, and my ankles are rubber. This is what happened at the end of my shower when I tried to step down off of a giant curb. It looks much better now, albeit tons of interesting colors. Made the rest of my weekend much less eventful than I had planned :(
245 (9/2): If money was not an issue, I'd get my fiance a sound board like this.
246 (9/3): Every time I drive through Richmond, I gaze longingly at this building (church?) and wish I could take a picture - way too pretty to be on the side of I-95. Yesterday, I wasn't driving, so I could finally do it myself :)

Phew! Caught up! For now, anyways :)