So well all know what today is, right?
Of course we do!  The two people I know read this are as American as I am, and love every second of it!

But that's not really what I wanted to say...
What I wanted to say is a little bit different.

You know, I really don't remember what my feelings were like when the two towers crashed.  I was a six year old for heavens sake!  I was young, oblivious, and, though I was sad for a moment about the things that flashed across our tv screen, I didn't care that much about what had happened.  Looking back, I see things a little differently--a little, mind you, not much--but to this day, I can't tell you much about what happened that day.  All I really remember is that I was playing an old Nintendo 64 game called Banjo Kazooie, I was enjoying myself...  and it was my birthday.

I feel a little ashamed now when I think back to that day, but not much.  You see, I always thought having to share my birthday with the 9/11 sorrows while I was growing up was a bad thing.  Every year, at the same time, my birthday would roll around, carrying along with it the baggage of a country's sorrows of that day--good and bad.  They were posted in the news, on the tv, and all over the internet.  They were inescapable, and, quite frankly, depressing.  Time changes opinions, though...  slowly, but surely.


Today I woke up in my nice bed, with the sun streaming inside, and smiled up at the sky.  I walked downstairs a little grumpy, dressed in my nice brown cargos and a black tanktop, and nodded/grunted greetings to my family's proclamations of "happy birthday, Chloe!"  and "good morning!"  As always, I walked to get coffee.  When I saw the paper, however, I stopped for a moment.

There, taking up two pages of the Daily News, was full-color article with pictures that was written about 9/11.  My first reaction?  'Oh joy...  More depressing stories...'
...  You'd think I'd learn, wouldn't you?
-whispers-  Don't tell anyone, but I'm still a sinner. ;]

But anyways.
I was thinking earlier today and I realized that I'm not sharing my birthday with the sorrows of a nation.  I'm sharing my birthday with the memories of a nation, good and bad. 

So it's with great pleasure that I share this day with all the people who lived and served--and continue to serve--our country on 9/11.
And happy birthday to others like me who were born today.

You know that little thrill you used to get when you did some little naughty thing and got away with it?  Or, in my case, years later, what you thought you got away with.  Well I totally re-lived one of those moments last night.  Though perhaps it wasn't as sneaky as I thought it was...
It was just one of those thrill-of-the-moment-type...  things I decided to try.

...  I made an e-mail!
Yes, I realize Katie will be looking at the screen right about now and rolling her eyes.  But since she's my audience of one, I figure I can do and say whatever I please anyways.   'Cuz I'm cool like that.

Well if you actually knew me, I suppose this happy moment in life would make more sense.  You see, being the lazy and stubborn person that I am, I'm not particularly prone to change.  'Old habits die hard,' and all that jazz.  For the longest time in my life, for example, I was positive I would wear my shirts tucked in to my raggedy shorts...  forever...  and dolphins?  They were fictional characters--think unicorns--before I moved to the South.  Don't judge me.  I was a kid.

Okay, I'm ranting again. 
What I was trying to say before I distracted myself, was that I don't like being wrong.  And when it comes to the whole e-mail thing, I convinced myself--and tried to convince certain other people who will remain unnamed--that Embarq/Centurylink and Yahoomail were the best things on earth.  In my defense, I had never had my own G-mail account and Yahoomail is getting better as time goes on...  Sort of.

Well last night I finally stepped over to the dark side and got a g-mail.
:"D
I was so proud of myself!

Andyeah...  I'm done ranting for the day.
Love you, Katie~

Will Wonders Never Cease?

Good gracious, sakes alive...  She's back!
Again?

Of course I'm back.  I always come back, eventually. 
It seems that I lose myself to life more often than not, and I find myself too busy doing something or other to bother checking my blog--to say nothing of actually posting on the thing.  Today, though, I decided it was high time to float back in here and clean out the cobwebs.  It's been too long since I've written something, and I'm getting tired of writing to myself.  So I decided I would do something even /better!/  I'll write something that's public, but that no-one will ever bother reading!
What a thought...

Anyways.
Since I'm taking the time to actually post on this lovely rainy sort of night, I figured I would write about the renewal of an old passion;  crocheting.  Well actually, it's the renewal of two old passions if you count knitting.  In all honesty, my new work is what drove me to post tonight. 

Sitting beside me, wound up into nice, not-so-uniform, balls, are several colors of yarn.  Ivory, slate, multicolored, painterly, pink/purple sparkly...  You name it, I probably have it.  My aunt left me a giant bag stuffed full of brand new knitting needles and crochet hooks, and with it came several balls of shockingly colored yarns.  That combined with my latest yarn shopping has given me quiet a bit of color to work with.

In my lap, settled partially atop my little laptop is my newest project, which doubles as a christmas present for my littlest sister, Cecelia.  It's a little ivory colored bag that I'm planning on loading with bunches of sparkly pink and purple flowers, because I'm so nice...  -coughs-
Where was I?
Ohyes. 
Meanwhile, a pair of scissors, a miniscule ball of yarn--the best yarn ball ever, which I fondly nicknamed my 'learning ball'--and several hooks and knitting needles sit at my feet.  And my phone, of course, is sitting in the midst of all this, beside two little flowers.  Hey, what can I say.  I can knit and crochet, but the fact that I'm a teenager still remains. 

And now that I'm done ranting, I'll let my invisible audience go for the night.

Good night, God~