My dad's in rehab. My mom's birthday would have been this Friday, and I'm depressed.

I'm at it again. Retail therapy. Don't judge me. I'm coping.

Most people are born into a family with two parents. A mom and a dad. That's how it is. And these two people from then on out do all they can to love and protect you. Teach you how to grow and eventually spread your wings and fly on your own.
When one of those parents dies life goes helter-skelter for awhile. But not all is lost, for you still have the other parent who will be there to carry on. However, since you now only have essentially half of what you started with, you in know in the back of your mind that once the second parent passes away you will then be deemed...an orphan. And you dread the day something awful happens to the remaining parent.
So here I am. It's 19 months since I lost my mom, and now I am sitting in a hospital room waiting by my dads bedside. Though he does not have cancer like mom or any life threatening disease, he was not supposed to be here. I am not supposed to be here. This should not be happening. This should not have happened. But it did.

He gives & takes away

An e-mail was sent out today at 2:30am from a dear friend of mine, asking for prayers for her daughter. And then, exactly 2 hours later at 4:30am, the news came that her daughter lost her child. So quick. So fast. I don't understand, the only news I've heard as of late around me have been wedding announcements and/or the news of someone passing away. Either way, both situations make me miss my mama. One reminds me of how I know the same pain, and the other reminds me about how she won't be here for mine.

V-Day = Overrated

However, I did actually recieve a giant heart filled with Russel Stovers chocolate which did make my heart pretty happy. And the chocolates sure did look delectable, much like the ones you see here. BUT, lets be real here for a minute. More then half of them were dark chocolate and my stomach just can't handle dark, and then there's the ones with nuts, and I don't like nuts in chocolate, and then lastly; there's the fact that I don't even eat chocolate anymore. Pffft, I made it look all nice again and asked my most favorite boy in the world to be my Valentine instead....my brother!And whether it was his stomach or his heart talking, he said yes. (:

Now, I'm afraid I just don't give a damn about Valentine's Day. I'm not even too big on it when I've had a boyfriend on that day or not. It's not that I'm trying to be the Humbug of Valentine's Day ,I just think too many young people stress over today too much and it's not needed. But, just because I can, I'm going to tell you what I did today that I recommend if you don't have anyone today...

Hang out with 'all your single ladies' of course. That's what I did, we went and saw Valentines Day (great movie by the way), went out to dinner and shared all the meal deals for lovers (come on, they're less expensive, why not?), went dancing (and yes, Beyonce's "Single Ladies" was definitely one of the songs), and of course consumed [probably waaay too much] Valentin's Day bubbly. Mmmm, now that's how to celebrate V-Day.