Random Monday

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ByDeb

• I’ve been seeing commercials lately for these new Hershey Kisses with air holes in them.

Um, what? Why exactly would I need air bubbles in my chocolate? Hershey thinks that I will pay MORE money to have LESS chocolate?

I’m afraid not, sir. I like my chocolate to be inexpensive and there to be plenty of it.

• The other day, my daughter came up to me with an index card that she’d written my name on.

“Look! I wrote DEB! And that’s YOU! But your real name is Mommy.”

I heart her.

• September 11th…. I don’t know what to say about it, if I should say something about it, if anyone gives a crap about what I might say about it….

We lived in Seattle then. I got up that day and got ready for work like it was any other day. I said goodbye to my husband and went out and got in my truck (side note: before kids, I drove a cute red Toyota mini-truck because I was AWESOME and COOL like that). I put my seat belt on, started the truck, and heard sirens coming out of the speakers. I thought it was one of those really annoying radio commercials and flipped the channel. I heard the same thing on that one. And the next one. I went back in the house and said to Jim, “turn on the television, something is happening.”

And we sat there, glued to the screen.

I couldn’t believe it.

I still can’t believe it.

After about a half-hour, I roused myself and went to work. One of the guys had a tiny black & white television in his office, and people crowded in there all day to watch. No one really talked about what happened. I think we all probably were afraid we would burst into tears if we did. No one talked much at all, really.

That’s one of the things I remember – how silent and somber everyone was. All my memories play out in silent-movie fashion. I went to the craft store to buy some stuff to make red, white, and blue bracelets and the place was packed with people who had similar ideas. But no one was talking, just quietly shopping with a shell-shocked look on their face.

This weekend was an emotional one. We watched some of the remembrance coverage on television – the George Bush Interview and a special on the timeline of events. I cried through it all. Even the little tribute they had this morning before the first football game of the season had me reaching for the Kleenex (well, not really Kleenex – here we rock the Giant Roll of Toilet Paper).

We haven’t told the kids anything about it. I don’t really know what to say. I know they will need to know someday, but I want them to hold onto their innocence a little while longer.

It’s was a sad weekend. But also a good weekend. We went about our regular life, grocery shopping and talking smack to each other about our in-house football pool. Today I feel especially blessed to be an American. I am incredibly grateful to be able to raise my children in freedom. I am thankful that there are men and women and families in our military that make huge sacrifices to preserve that freedom.

Yesterday, my son saw a picture of the waterfall at the World Trade Center Memorial on television and said, “Oh! What a beautiful city!”