SuperLady Sunday Check-in: Where were you?

Note: This check-in is inspired by Leigh Ann over at The Frugal Ima who is totally awesome and basically my favorite person who lives in Ohio who I've never met in real life. Check out her blog, it has lots of great and cute stuff on it. I'm adopting her Sunday Check-In in an attempt to at least assure myself one post per week.

[Profanity Warning]

I was in 3rd hour Jazz Band. We got yelled at for turning the TV on and mutely went to our instruments and attempted to play something before someone pleadingly explained to our director who didn't know.

A few minutes later, an announcement came over the PA. The rest of the day is a blur. In many ways, it meant absolutely nothing to a bunch of mid-Western high schoolers. But we were still scared, still confused, and we knew it had to mean something.

The next morning, our Student Council Advisor/my AP Literature teacher sang to us What a Wonderful World using a picture book her young daughter loved. We all left this pre-school meeting and arrived in 3rd hour crying. That Friday, our marching band unrolled a huge flag over the entire football field.

Quite honestly, the two other things about that month of September 2001 that I remember is the cast of Saturday Night Live asking Mayor Guiliani, "Can we be funny again?" and this article from The Onion where God Angrily Clarifies 'Don't Kill' Rule.

"Look, I don't know, maybe I haven't made myself completely clear, so for the record, here it is again," said the Lord, His divine face betraying visible emotion during a press conference near the site of the fallen Twin Towers. "Somehow, people keep coming up with the idea that I want them to kill their neighbor. Well, I don't. And to be honest, I'm really getting sick and tired of it. Get it straight. Not only do I not want anybody to kill anyone, but I specifically commanded you not to, in really simple terms that anybody ought to be able to understand."

It closes like this, which despite the swear is so incredibly powerful. Every so often, satire works better than life, especially when life doesn't make sense.

"Why would you think I'd want anything else? Humans don't need religion or God as an excuse to kill each other—you've been doing that without any help from Me since you were freaking apes!" God said. "The whole point of believing in God is to have a higher standard of behavior. How obvious can you get?"

"I'm talking to all of you, here!" continued God, His voice rising to a shout. "Do you hear Me? I don't want you to kill anybody. I'm against it, across the board. How many times do I have to say it? Don't kill each other anymore—ever! I'm fucking serious!"

Upon completing His outburst, God fell silent, standing quietly at the podium for several moments. Then, witnesses reported, God's shoulders began to shake, and He wept.