But then I got tired of reading my stuff because I am just so flippin depressing and I'm tired of being depressing and all "woe is me".
My dad entered Heaven 365 days ago.
I haven't heard his raspy giggle in one year.
And it effing sucks.
It will always suck.
I will forever hate April {except for the days my loved ones were born}.
Did you know that Columbine happened in April?
The Boston Marathon bombing?
Waco Siege?
Oklahoma bombing?
Oops.....depressing.
My therapist wanted me to do something special today to keep my mind off the everything.
So I ate a huge bowl of Froot Loops.
I went shopping.
Out for lunch with husband.
I figured, that on this day of losing a life, I would capture new life.
And I found lots of it.

Green grass.
Amen, hallelujah.







I am 99.9% sure my therapist wanted me to get a massage or a pedicure, or even just a new hair do.


















































