Friday, September 05, 2008

Falling

I'll have you know, today is the first day I'm wearing sweatpants rather than shorts around the house. Legs is cold, peeps! But the thermometer says 73—WTF? Cloudy, grey, a little rainy at times—

Oh, that explains it. Black Swamp Arts Festival is this weekend. (Swamp. I do live in one.)

Oh, My, GOD. My local paper finally got with the program and went online. Bully for them.

Do I have any non-Meme news? Oh, nothing substantial just yet. Just waiting expecting and dealing with occasional uncertainty. But that could be a good thing. Deepak Chopra says that if you're experiencing the uncertainty, it is a sure sign you are getting closer to its manifestation.

Good.

The majority of my activities of late have been horse-related. OKAY. FINE. I ADMIT IT.

I'm wishy-washy. Please don't ask me what I want to be when I grow up because chances are it will vacillate between Rock Star, Professor and Horse Trainer. I committed to Horse Trainer in April. Then I changed gears this summer. Then I entered a 45-day challenge online, chose my music career to focus on, and lasted about 7 days before I lost interest. Now I'm back to the horses. (Professor finally went away when I realized I was just trying to live my parents' lives for them and that it would take 6 years to get a PhD in Philosophy and then get a job and, well, bleagh.)

Truthfully, all I wanna be is a multimillionaire lottery jackpot winner.

You think I'm kidding.

I'm not.

I believe the Ohio Lottery debuted the year I turned 10. Around age 6, I'd declared my wish to be a horse trainer. My Mom snorted in disbelief and said "well, you'd better have a really good job then, because horses take a lot of money!" I put 2+2 together and realized if we couldn't afford one on Dad's very good salary (as I was often told was the reason rather than the complex adult fact that Mom's worst allergen was horse hair, she had terrible asthma, and since Dad worked full time she'd be the one taking me to the stable...), I'd better figure out how to be a millionaire.

Somewhere between 6 and 10, I noticed that the people who sang on TV variety shows were rich, and I could sing, so I determined I should exploit my musical talent and I'd be a shoe-in for fame and fortune.

Then I heard about the Lottery. I distinctly remember hearing about it—TV, radio, newspaper—forget which. But when I realized it took 50 cents to buy a ticket and you could win $10 million dollars, that was IT. I KNEW. Without a single doubt, I KNEW that THIS was the way I'd become rich one day. When I was old enough to legally buy the ticket, that is.

Wide-eyed, I turned to my Mom and Dad and said with absolute conviction, "THAT is how I'm going to get rich. I'm going to win the lottery."

Guffaws.

OK. Be skeptical. But, it does happen. Someone just won $133 million last week (not me, yet), and on average, five people win the $250,000 5-of-5 every drawing. That's twice a week. So, why not?

What if I did win?

Even the current cash option of $9.8 million would buy a lot of horses and hay. I think I'll go dream about it for awhile.

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At 10:19 PM, September 05, 2008, Anonymous Carrie K said...

That's what I would tell grown ups who asked my summer plans, to become independently wealthy.

I've always been fuzzy on the details of amassing said wealth.

73 sounds lovely. It's 101 right now. At 7:30. Yuck.

 
At 4:08 PM, September 07, 2008, Blogger Sheepish Annie said...

The lottery is my dream as well. When you win the lottery, you don't have to grow up. You can be a kid for as long as you want providing that you don't trust the money to some sort of Very Bad Person.

I think about the lottery a lot. More so now that school has started up again...

 

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