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Not sure if I'm the only one, but I really can't believe its been 10 years. I remember that day so well, and I just can't believe a whole decade has passed.
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I was young (in 8th grade) and I got to school early that day and saw teachers huddled around the TVs..BUT they decided not to tell any of us to "upset us"..so we went on our day and when we got home and the world was falling apart, we didn't think it was such a big deal. It actually took me awhile to realize the magnitude of the situation.
I'm still upset about it.
Time has flown by. We truly will never forget.
I was working for a stockbroker firm downtown Detroit at the time. I remember my co worker coming in and saying "a plane hit the world trade center." Everyone was huddled inside the legal department watching it on TV when the 2nd plane hit. Another co worker was at her desk crying. My boss was due to meet at the NYSE that week but miraculously his trip was cancelled prior to the day of the attack. Our building was in the financial district and we were surrounded by 3 federal buildings. We were sent home and armed police officers were on every corner. I think we were closed for 2 more days after that. That night my mom and I went to church.
I know, it really feels like yesterday. I was 21 and in college. I had late classes on Tuesdays, so my cousin asked me to babysit for a few hours that morning, so she can go to her daughter's preschool orientation. I was living in Staten Island at the time, only about 10 miles from the WTC, and my sister and I were driving that morning to my cousin's house and saw smoke in the distance, but did not have the radio on so didn't know what was going on (that was probably the only day in my whole life that i was in a car with the radio off, go figure)
By the time we got to my cousin's house, we saw the news and were glued to the TV the rest of the day. I saw the first tower fall and the second plane hit on TV. My little cousin Gianna (who was 3 at the time) cuddled up to me on the couch and said, "Allison, can we turn this movie off now? I don't like it" That broke my heart. Her dad worked on Wall St, but he was fine, thank GOD.
What a horrible day. All I remember was that time stood still, and I didn't want to do ANYTHING but watch the coverage on TV. Unbelievable.
I will never forget that day for as long as I live.
Like Cindy, I was at work that morning. I was sitting with a group of coworkers in the lunchroom waiting to clock in when another coworker came down from upstairs and said "turn on the tv, a plane just flew into the WTC". We had the tv on all day that day and people were in and out of the lunchroom all day.
I had just gotten back from my very first plane trip where I went to visit a friend in CO. I was never more thankful to be home that day. I would have been terrified to get back on a plane that week.
A good friend of mine was living and working in DC at the time. That day, she happened to be on Capitol Hill for work. She was sent home and stayed there for a few days terrified to go anywhere. I remember trying to call her throughout the day and could not get ahold of her. Needless to say, I was starting to freak out that something happened to her.
Now every year, I call my friend on that day and let her know I am thinking about her and will never forget. I truly hope our children never have to experience anything like this in their lifetime.
DH & I at the Light Festival
My grandparents remembered Pearl Harbor Day
My parents remember the day JFK was shot
Our generation remembers 9/11/01
I hope our children don't have anything so horrifying to live through
I know, ladies. Ten years? Wow...
In truth, like many, I know I'll never get over it. I mean, I still can't think about that day, or those who lost their lives after 10 years without being taken back to those feelings of abstract sadness, anxiety and disbelief that I felt 10 years ago. And I still cry about it.
And I know I'm far from the only one. Our national psyche was damaged that day - but it was also buoyed by the heroism and selflessness of those who gave their lives to save others.
Let's see...ten years ago, I was walking the three blocks from my downtown apt. to my job. I remember that it was a particularly happy time in my life - I had been dating the the most wonderful man (who would become my hubby!) for about a year and a half, I was living in my dream apartment downtown on the harbor, and I was just over a year into my promotion to department head (complete with 24th floor corner office overlooking the harbor). The weather was perfect. I mean, perfect - life was just good. And it was the day before my birthday...
Like most everyone, I assumed when someone said that a plane flew into one of the towers, that it was a small aircraft that had done so by accident. How horrifying to get to work, find everyone around TVs, and learn that it wasn't a small plane, and that it wasn't an accident. And then the second plane hit. I can't explain it, but something just changed in me. Of course, there was the disbelief, anger and sadness. But more than that, I just had this sense that our world had taken a terrible turn for the worse, and that there would be no turning back. I definitely became a bit more epicurean in my life philosophy - heck, I still am.
Those brave guys on Flight 93 make me smile and fist pump every time I think of them. Their attitude of "You're not hurting another damned American. We're taking back this plane or we'll die trying" has reassured me during these past 10 years that if, and when, something like that ever happens again, we will not cower and hide. We'll take the fight right back to these assholes. As sad a moment as those events were, in many ways, they were also some of our proudest. God Bless them all,, and their families. I pray that they are all resting easy now.
I also forgot to mention I had family close to the area as well. My cousin Dawn was living in Alexandria, VA at the time, working for the CIA in DC. I remember everyone was frantically trying to reach her that day and worried all day long until she finally called her mom around dinner time to let her know that she was OK. Phone calls spread like wildfire from PA after that and a HUGE sigh of relief was let go.
I haven't thought much about the fact that to Milo 9/11 will feel like ancient history, but it's true. I was in grad school and a teaching assistant for the first time that week. I didn't hear about it until I got to school at about 10:00 am. I always listened to NPR in the morning when my alarm went off but turned it off at about 8:00 or so that day... go figure. When I first heard, I was preparing for the lecture (History of Art I) and ran into a friend in the department hallway who said that planes hit the WTC and there were a whole bunch of other planes in the air headed for major US targets (remember the chaos of not knowing what the frig was going on???). The professor giving lecture (at 10:30 am) started (and ended) class by saying that planes had hit the WTC and that we should all go to our tvs and find out what was going on, and God bless. I was in Providence, RI at the time but students were from all over and many had parents who worked in NYC.
The other three TAs in the class came to my apartment and we were glued to the set all day. One of the TA's girlfriend worked in the building across the street from the WTC and she saw people jumping out of windows (may they rest in peace) and had to walk up the West Side Highway to get home. She was (understandably) pretty messed up by what she saw.
I remember calling my mom at about 12:30 and telling her what had happened (she was at work in a medical lab with no tv). I told her, "No, mom, the twin towers are GONE..." she didn't believe me. I was a bit freaked out trying to get in touch with my dad because he was a television reporter in Boston and I didn't know where he was. At the 5 year anniversary, (random tidbit) he interviewed someone up at the Portland Airport who gave (one of) the hijackers their ticket(s)... that guy felt guilty for not being able to stop them... ugh, but how would he know??? Especially back then, pre-TSA.
After 9/11 for a loooong while, I did not listen to music in my car. I only listened to news radio. Before that, I almost purposely cocooned myself with CDs.
It's impossible to forget.
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I was at work listening to the radio when I heard that "something" had hit one of the towers. I turned the TV on shortly thereafter and could not stop watching. I don't think I slept much that night because I just felt like I was there and wanted to know that everyone was okay (which was not the case).
This past weekend I was glued to the TV again just like that day....
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