Idle Hands and 9/11. Don't Hate Me After This.

I have done nothing this weekend. Ab. So. Lut. Ely. Nothing. I am not thankful for this fact. I am thankful for my Magic Bullet and the homemade frappuccino topped with half a can of whipped cream that I was able to have after my 2.5 hour sleep like your dead nap yesterday.

It has been such a long boring weekend because we cut up credit card, which means we are living within our means, which means we are broke. It feels good to not be building up debt, and I am proud of us for making it through the first pay period without a CC- but hot damn if it is not hard.

Now onto something that matters. Today is 9-11, and that means we are supposed to remember a terrible day in our nations history. I don't disagree with that. It does bother me though, that terrorist attacks are not uncommon in other parts of the world. There are governments ruling over citizens with iron fists, and enough mass genocides to fill up history books. Shouldn't we be remembering all of these things everyday? Shouldn't a part of our daily life be to recognize how blessed we are, and say a prayer for those who aren't no matter who's soil they have built their house on? Shouldn't we weep for the nations where families are losing sons and daughters and moms and dads everyday to guerrilla warfare or corrupt politics or terrorism? We aren't just Americans- we are humanity, and although 9-11 was a terrible terrible tragedy- and PLEASE don't think I am discrediting that- I think if we are to give so much time and thought and remembrance to that event, we should give an equal amount of said things to what is happening in places that we don't call home.