Deep In The Forrest

Well, I went for it. I finally bought a Powerball ticket yesterday. Suffice it to say, as I am still here, that I apparently did not win the jackpot. I just knew that I was going to be a millionaire come today... but as usual, nothing. Surprise for me... again, nada. Luck, except where it counts, has never been a big friend of mine. The reason that I say "except where it counts" is because I try hard to think positively about these things, and try to count my blessings and all that. I have honestly gone through a ton of weird ordeals in my life, and have been in situations that could've ended rather badly, but 'where it counts', I have been watched over, protected and taken care of. But I never, ever get any unexpected windfalls, or win anything, or just stumble into greatness. I know people who do though, my husband for one has superior luck in just about anything he does. A friend of mine who must remain nameless that stumbled on some curiously good luck lately,...

I began my day with a bowl of cereal and a banana, waking up to what began a surprisingly easy-going start to my day. All of the lights eerily turned green, seemingly 'just for me', and all the roadways were unusually clear. Fate just seemed to be on my side! Not even one slow or 'tormenting' driver jumped in front of me. Struck me as a little 'too' nice almost. The radio programming was to my liking, there were no clueless first-time visitors to my garage to make the quest for parking impossible, and there is even the promise of a nice rain on the horizon. Then I cranked the day up a notch by checking out This Week In Pictures from MSNBC , pretty interesting. Basically, though, isn't it terrible that one might be inclined to sit back and appear cautiously skeptical when things go right? Shouldn't we be able to embrace a "good day" with open arms?? Why was I so taken by surprise by this? I know I tend to feel like I have 'not-so-great' ...

Or maybe I should ask the question "What's Luck Got to do with US?", and by US, I mean My Dad, My sister (some of you know her as "Nana"), or me. Luck has nothing to do with US... not often. My Dad used to love this insane 'rednecky' show that came on t.v. called "Hee-Haw", and would always go around singing one of their main songs which quipped "If it weren't for bad luck, i'd have no luck at all..." I don't know if you can really call it bad luck, as I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that sometimes the supposed 'bad lucks' happen to deter us from even worse fates. So maybe we should refer to it as "Strange Luck", or just Uncanny episodes, which are what ensue anytime the three of us try to do things (mostly good things) [which is why I usually stick with evil hehe]. Nana and I were discussing this just today, when she told me of her latest episode, her 'dirty laundry' du jour, ...