Having not learned my lesson the first time, I later clicked on the recording of the 911 call made by the mother that was drowning in her car. I bawled. It was horrible and I felt like I invaded her last few moments of her life. Can't America just leave those personal private moments alone? Curiousity got the best of me again and I can't shake it now.
On a bit of a happier note, but still part of the American Way, I watched Dancing With the Stars this afternoon and cried when I watched this.....
(to watch without interruption, click play then pause until video has fully loaded)
Having had watched The Osbourne Family on MTV when it ran it's series, it was wonderful to see Kelly so graceful and gaining such confidence. Her Ellen interview was touching too.
And on a Dancing With the Stars side note, Kathy Ireland looks like a horse dancing. Her feet just look like they are clopping. Is that a word? And I don't mean it in a mean way....it was just hard to watch.
One proud "American Way" moment I had today, I stood with Blake with his whole school, placed my right hand over my chest and recited "The Pledge to Allegiance" as we faced our flag. Then I reminded my little boy, as I whispered in his ear, to offer a quick prayer in his head to Heavenly Father while I pryed him off me kicking and screaming saying good-bye at his classroom door. He has regressed and this afternoon I told him a little white lie, I told him that crazy Nurse was coming to the school tomorrow and that he wasn't allowed to cry. That's the American Way....right?!