So my life since Wednesday has been filled with resting, working around the house when I feel a little better, working, and resting. ie, lots of Grey's Anatomy. Nyquil and Dayquil are my best friends, along with Halls citrus cough drops. Today I feel much better than I have, except for one thing. My throat is terribly dry feeling but it's not dry. My kids have all the energy in the world, which makes me even more tired. Courtney just came over to me with $1 in dimes and told me that "Grandma said we can buy the kitten from her for only ONE dollar. I have one dollar here. I can buy the kitten." :/ or not. I just told her to put the money away and go lay down and watch a movie. It's too late for an afternoon nap, but they are exhausted. I just finished a family photo shoot, in which time my cough drops lost all effectiveness. :( That's all I feel like saying. I'm going to curl up in a ball on the couch with more Grey's Anatomy and a blanket. Nothing like Doctor drama to veg out to.
Today is a day we will never forget. We will never forget where we were, what we were doing, or the feelings brought on as we watched the news in those first few moments. We will never forget hearing President Bush, his voice full of assurance. We will never forget the stories of those lost on that day. I was 17 years old and getting ready for my first day of work at the Mexican restaurant I still work at today. We all gathered around the TV in my brothers bedroom and watched as the tragedy played out. I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to go to the fire department I was part of and just be with the guys to watch the news. We knew what some didn't even think about. Those towers would surely fall, and our brothers in the service would continue up those stairs regardless. 343 (I also heard 347, so I'm not sure which is correct) fellow firefighters lost their lives that day. Climbing the stairs with gear, hoses, equipment. Encouraging and helping get everyone out. Thin...
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