Sad

It always makes me sad when I finish eating the last chocolate chip cookie in my lunch. 


On my to do list: create a magic never ending box of chocolate chip cookies. Of course this means I might have to find a genie in a bottle or a leprechaun. Details, schmetails. 


(You're totally singing Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle" right now, aren't you?)


(If you weren't, you are now.)


(You're welcome. Or not. Just don't get too pissy with me or else I won't share my magic never ending chocolate chip cookie supply.)


((( )))


(We needed a few more parenthesis in this post.)


(Although, now that I look at it ((( ))) looks like a crude and rude emotie.)


I'll shut up now. 

February 16

Today would have marked my mother's 61st birthday.

She's been gone almost three years. It will be three years on May 13th. The day before my son's 8th birthday.

I keep waiting for the sharp stab of pain to disappear. For the tears to stop coming to my eyes when I think of her. To stop cursing everything in sight from taking her far, far too early. For knowing just how damn much she is missing.

And I keep on waiting.