It's easy to lose faith.

It's easy to lose hope.

For every what I wanted to be moment, or for that one being that gave me some kind of hope, for something, anything...

failed me.

This has nothing to do with love. It has everything to do with me.

I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I just am.

I watched my niece (by friendship) last weekend. She told me a girl at school was making fun of her for not wearing a bra. I explained to her that it wasn't polite for this girl to make fun of her, and that it wasn't any one's business. Then we talked about her wearing a bra, since she is 11 years old and starting to develop. The conversation went a little something like this...

ME: Well, honey, you are 11 years old now. Maybe we should buy you a bra.

HER: I don't have to wear a bra, I'm not giving birth.

ME: Who told you that? Your mom? (I could see my friend telling her that!)

HER: No, I came up with that all on my own.

LMAO!

I told her that I wasn't giving birth, but I still had to wear a bra. We ended up at Walmart, she ended up with a cute little pink bra that she absolutely loved!

I just had to share that story. I never laughed so hard in my life.

Tomorrow my niece will be 17 years old. My other niece (by marriage) is having a baby girl. She's due next month. My nephew will be 12 next week.

As for me, I will have another dried up egg...

GAH!

Where has the time gone?

Doing fine.

Dad is still in jail, doesn't go back to court until May. This is going to be one..long..hard..process.

Ready for the weekend! Even though I'm just babysitting for a friend. Don't worry, she's 11 years old, it won't be that hard...

OR WILL IT?

Be back soon!