My Sister's House

I had high hopes for winning the lottery last week, foolish, but I really did. I'm still quite disappointed by the way the whole thing turned out. Great for those people in Alberta (somewhere out amoungst the wheat fields and tar oil barrens) but not so great for me. I'm still poor.

Poor in the financial sense. I have plenty of other riches. All the stuff they say you should have in the self help books. I'm kind, nice, good, friendly, outgoing (to some extent) creative, and all that other stuff. I'm also pretty bright and clever, like a shiny new penny! (It sounded good in my head).

Anyway, here I am in my sister's house. Helping with Halloween. None of this is mine. Though it's a lot of what I wanted out of life. Funny how one sister who really wanted a nice simple life never gets it and the other who wanted to dominate the corporate world is getting all that and more. Though, not everything is balanced out and working well for her either. Still, couldn't I get a bit of what I wanted? Couldn't I get at least one kid. Maybe the semi-adoring husband, the career as an eccentric writer, the small house and big yard.... Something? Something would be nice. At least I'm not dead. 40, but not dead.

Where is the emoticon for *eyes crossed* when you need it.