Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Today, my mother would have been 54 years old.
I had to request the urge to call her cell and wish her a happy birthday. I still can’t believe she is gone. Last year, we celebrated her birthday and thought there would be a few more.
The best way to honor my mother is to be the best person she raised. She instilled in me a pretty good work ethic and a love for clothes. And to help those who are in need.
Even though, my husband and I are still existing. I am trying to be there for him because his mother is in her final days of lung cancer. I know that he and his four siblings will be devastated. They are a closer knit family than mine. And we all grief differently. So when the time comes, I will be there for him and JJ. I will grief some too. She is an awesome lady just like mom was.
Yesterday, I went to one of my mom’s favorite stores and found some serious deals. I brought this $40 purple and black sweater dress for $2.97. I also got two cool sweaters. The total was $15. The receipt said I saved more than $120. My mother would be very proud because not only am I wearing a dress but I even curled my hair.
Instead of moping and complaining about my body issues, I am doing something about it. The city of RR is opening its own fitness center. Cost is $20 a year for residents. I have enrolled and have created several playlists for my mp3. I have also started to drink more water and not go home and just veg on the couch.
The reason I feel like a sloth is because I am acting like one. One thing that I have learned from watching my mother and my mother-in-law battle cancer—there is not time for pity parties. So I am done crying and moping. Today, Silly Girl is on the mend.
One of the last things that my mom told me was that she just wanted me to be healthy and happy. I am glad that she saw me on the road to recovery. The last few weeks have been rough but I was raised to be tough and not take any crap.
1. Finding great bargains at Belk’s for last than $20.
2. Getting ready for my weekend with JJ.
3. Not passing out over the price of gas-$3.58 a gallon.
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