Ever feel like that? Like you got the leftovers when they were handing out the good stuff. I sometimes wonder if my guardian angel was playing hide-n-seek when she should have been gathering gifts and blessings for my future.
I know, into each life a little rain must fall, but like the Born Loser (you know him from the comics), somewhere along the line I wonder if I got mistaken for Noah. Sure, my heart tells me that my rainbow is coming (and my prince) but somedays that's hard to keep in focus. When you are bailing out water from your dinghy as fast as you can and not making process, well, you know. And there are times when I quit moving the water to just sit in the rain. What's the point when the boat is already full?
If you are wondering, much of this was brought on because someone was reading my other blog with dishonest intentions. That bothers me greatly. If you are going to read my blog, then come to enjoy or be amused or even think. But do not come as a spy, do not come to police what I have to say and do not by any means call me eight times in two hours to clarify anything. Honestly. If you don't like what I post, don't read it. Simple as that. Right?
To my sweet and wonderful readers who do come because they care about what's going on in my life, to you who are amused and entertained by my slightly warped view of the world, and those who stumble upon this place in search for quality blogs, welcome. Thank you for coming by.
The rest will just have to bite their tongues and get over it (and I saw that in the nicest way possible).
Okay, I feel better. Mission accomplished. I'm back to being the princess of quite a lot.