I remember...

This isn't supposed to be some sappy 9-11 post. Maybe it's my "bobby fisher" memory - but today I've been flooded by the events that surrounded that horrific day. 

I was eating oatmeal in my kitchen at 80 University Circle in Stillwater, OK.

I was wearing jean capris & a hot pink shirt. 

I was getting ready to head to work at Fire Service Training, my college job.

It was a Tuesday. 

My dad called and told me to turn on the TV, right as one of the planes flew into the towers. 

Like most Americans, I remember the events of 911 in amazing clarity - almost as if it were yesterday. I will never forget that day or the days that unfolded after it. The next few hours are forever imprinted in my memory. Waking up my roommate Rachel who is from NY - telling her the horrible news. Seeing her transition from sleep to utter shock in seconds.  Talking to my dad on the phone several times throughout the day as we both watched the news. Waiting to hear if my uncle, a Col in the Air Force at Langley Field,  who frequently attended meetings at the Pentagon was safe. Skipping class to watch the news. Watching the death toll rise on the screen as they continued to pull bodies from the rubble. Feeling skiddish as I walked across campus and heard loud noises.  Listening to President Bush address the nation at my roommate Carissa's boyfriend's house.  (thinking it was "funny" that he pronounced terror as "terra") 

The incredible sadness I felt. The feeling of vulnerability - realizing life was forever different. Knowing an irreplaceable feeling of security had been taken away.

911 is no doubt the JFK assassination of our generation. We will be telling our kids where we were the day the planes hit the towers. It's a day that links people together. It's forever linked my college roommates and me together.

And every year on this day I think of them and miss them dearly. 

(Yes. I did it girls. I posted "the" picture.

 Don't hate me.

Its okay because its a 9-11 memory post.)

Carissa, Suz, me & Rach (not a blogger, but should be). 

In the "How can anyone walk in this room and not be happy?"

living room...

Ignore the extra 20 lbs we were all carrying. 

This was the year we 

discovered Lighthouse pink iced cookies.

yum.

We ate several a day.

Gross.

Any idea how many calories are in one?

Thus the extra pounds...

(Sorry ladies - I only did it because we've all improved with age.

Love ya. )

What are your memories? Where were you?