FIVE More Days! :)

It's only five more days until the big day! Yay! I'm sure everyone needs a constant reminder since it's rare that I ever even mention Christmas, especially here on my blog.

Last night as I was fiddling around on my computer, Brooke was tuning in to the Victoria Secret fashion show. Brooke is addicted to fashion shows of ALL kinds. She's an oddball. ;) Anyway, nothing like watching Victoria Secret models prance around in underwear that are no bigger than a slice of bacon to make you feel like the ugliest fat pig in the whole wide world. Those girls are GORGEOUS. It's disgusting, really.

I found out today that my mother got fired or quit (not sure which) her job. It really broke my heart to hear it because for the first time since I was 9 years old, I thought she REALLY might be getting some sense back about herself. I'm so disappointed.

She JUST graduated from her CNA classes and was doing really well, or so I thought. I think that after my grandmother passed away Mom just reverted back to her old ways. It makes me mad that she can't keep herself together for very long, and it makes me even MORE mad because I've bought her a buttload of scrubs to wear at her job. She hasn't called me in over a month and I'm sure that she won't now because she's probably too ashamed. It really breaks my heart but what can you do, you know?

My Dad had this old photo of me and my brother on Christmas morning hanging on his fridge. I took a photo of it. These were certainly happier times, even though you can't tell it by looking at my baby brother's face. LOL! What little boy wants a cuckoo clock for gosh sake?! He was ready to move on to other things. When I look at that photo of me, I see Cain. I don't know WHY, but I just do.

I had on about three or four turquoise rings in this photo. I always loved turquoise. I sure wish I still had a couple of those rings. One was a butterfly that sort of wrapped around my finger. I loved it, but I lost it at school one day. It was very traumatic. ;) And see Stretch Armstrong? We stretched him to the limit because one day his little jelly guts just poured out on the carpet. We didn't get in trouble luckily because my Mom cleaned it all up before my Daddy got home. :)