I was really glad to see the major networks showing kids programming yesterday morning. Kids don't need to see endless replays of the towers coming down or of the rescue effort.

Also, I think it's really a shame that it took a tragedy of this magnitude for MTV to actually show music videos. :\

I had something else to blog about but I've forgotten already. Argh!

Well, I didn't really find anything happy to blog about today seeing as how I spent most of the day asleep. Damned allergy pills *mutter*

I thought the memorial on TV this morning was beautiful. Then I made the mistake of flipping channels and ending up on The 700 Club. I had forgetten why I dislike that show. They were blaming Islam as a whole for this tragedy. Then they went on to blame gays and lesbians, abortion activists, and the ACLU for the downfall of America. The way that guy mentioned Indonesia like it left a bad taste in his mouth... and Indonesia has nothing to do with it other than being one of the largest Islamic countries... it made me sick. In many ways they're calling for a holy war. Funny... that's what the Islamic fundamentalists are calling for too.

There's already been hate crimes against Muslims and people of Arabic descent in the U.S. People have seemed to have forgotten that they are Americans too. I just hope we don't make the same mistakes we did after Pearl Harbor.

On the local news tonight (out of Knoxville), they showed a shot of the changing of the Guard outside Buckingham Palace. They were talking about how touching it was that they were playing "My Country 'Tis of Thee". Ummm... that was "God Save the Queen", the British national anthem. Americans stole that tune. Dullards.

Damn. CNN just reported that the winner of Murder in Smalltown X (a Fox reality game show) is missing in the WTC. I'm not sure I can take much more of this. Which brings me to my next point. I'm getting tired of the continuous news coverage on every station. They've not really had anything new to report and they're just saying the same thing over and over again. I guess I need to go rent some movies since I really have no desire to watch hour after hour of people making speeches and endless shots of the towers coming down.

I guess the only cute thing I have to blog about tonight is that my dog went to be groomed today. The dog groomer always puts a little bow in her fur when she's done. Today she put a red, white, and blue ribbon on her. I wish I had a digital camera!

Still doesn't seem real. I've been reading accounts of webloggers who were there. I just can't imagine how it must have felt to be standing nearby when all that happened.

My grandmother's friend in Sydney finally located her grandson. He's all right. Thank goodness.

I still can't feel any hatred toward the people who did this. I think I'm still too numb. But I do hope the investigation goes smoothly so the government can track down the people responsible and bring them to justice. Any kind of justice.

I just glanced at a Spider-man poster on the wall in here (my brother's room). I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach when I realized the buildings in the background were the twin towers. Can't believe they're not there anymore.

I'm going to find something happy to blog about tomorrow. I need to find something happy.

I've been glued to the TV for most of the day. And while the news people never have anything new to say, I just can't make myself look away. It still seems so surreal, but today is better than yesterday. When I woke up, I didn't remember what had happened til I turned the TV on a few minutes later.

I'd been hoping it had all been a bad dream.

People have been comparing this to Pearl Harbor. But I think this is a lot different than Pearl Harbor. With that attack, we knew who was responsible. It was also an attack against a military target. The Japanese weren't targeting innocent civilians. I know a lot of people died during Pearl Harbor, and that it was a terribly tragedy, but yesterday seems ten times more worse than the attack during WWII.

They've pulled 10 people out of the rubble. 10. Out of thousands. My god...

I suppose now, people will ask where were you on 9/11/01? I'll never forget when I heard: I was pushing a kid around on a tricycle at the preschool. I'll also never forget when I understood what exactly had happened: all the children were asleep. I had just seen the news footage. I walked out into the main room to check on the kids. There was a beautiful classical piano rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star playing on the stereo. The children looked so innocent, sleeping there on the mats. I sat down on the floor in the middle of them and hugged myself, trying not to cry.

It's a day I'll never forget.

It's a day no one will ever forget.

I danced around while getting dressed.

I went to work.

And then, the world fell apart. I was at the preschool where I work/volunteer when I first heard that something was wrong. One of the parents dropping his child off told us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. My first reaction was... well, I didn't really know that anything was wrong. I just thought it was an accident. Then the woman who runs the preschool got a call from her son saying a second plane had crashed and that everyone suspected it was a terrorist attack. I still wasn't too alarmed. In my mind, I was picturing a small, one man plane like the kamikaze pilots used in WWII. Then I heard about the Pentagon being attacked and about the 4th plane crash. I was a little scared, but still had no idea of the magnitude of what had happened. After lunch, when we got all the children down for their naps, we finally turned the TV on. The first image I saw was the footage of the plane crashing into one of the towers. I had to get up and go to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick. The rest of the day was spent in absolute shock. After I got off of work, I went to go put gas in my car because I had heard that there was a run on gasoline and I was almost empty. Then I got home. And cried. I'm still in just an absolute state of shock. It's like being in the middle of a bad movie plot. I'm sick to my stomach and my head hurts. I just... I just don't know what to think.

I've never really prayed before.

I've been praying all day.

I'm here... and I cheer.