Glitter and Piles of Sh*t

Does everyone live in quicksand?  Surely it's not just me - or a group of people with really bad luck.  I just always feel like every time I start to get things turned around and even dare to think that things are going well, something bad happens.  I know that life comes with good and bad, ups and downs, glitter and piles of shit.  But, really?  Does anyone ever get to enjoy the good times?  I always feel like I'm just waiting for the walls to cave in.

Ok, enough of that crap.  Because I have also learned, most especially over the last 6 years or so, that dwelling on things only makes you want to sleep a lot and lose periods of time.  And worrying doesn't do a damned thing, but cause you to lose sleep.  And if you combine the two, you'll enter a void in the time-space continuum and I have it on good authority that there is no bacon there.

Speaking of glitter, I need to give a little shout out to my April 01 "mommy playgroup" board because...seriously, ladies, get out of my head.  I had been working on a tutu before my chiropractor appointment - and tulle was very sparkly with lots of glitter.  I finished just as I had to leave and ran out the door without realizing I was covered in glitter.  When the assistant mentioned the glitter to me (she thought it was intentional) I nearly burst out laughing.  YOU KNOW WHY.  I was thinking of  that story.  You know the one.  The one that has come up several times on our board.  Yes, that one. (I'm sorry, I know, it's tacky to include an inside joke* on my blog where most of you will have no clue, but it's my blog and I"m trying to forget that I'm in a bad mood, so humor me.)

*There's a hint in the tags.