Lottery Fever!

Everyone's got lottery fever.

And while there is a billion to one chance that myself & many of our friends will be thoroughly disppointed after the drawing, at least we have something to look forward to for the time being.  It'll be just like when we were kids & used to discuss all of the big wonderful things we would do & own as adults.  But then as we grew up, we realized that obtaining the riches to install a chocolate waterfall in our houses was a lot harder than Monopoly made it seem.  Much like struggling through or failing all of math & science classes made us realize that becoming an astronaut was NOT in the cards for us.  At least not in this lifetime.

I've purchased my ticket but haven't given much consideration on what I would do with the riches.  A lot of people give the "house, car, charity" combo.  I'm a little different.  Mine is "farm, animals, tractor, charity."  Since I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to raise my ten future children on a farm in Wisconsin.  But now that Wisconsin has gone somewhat askew, I may relocate to Nebraska for the time being.  And I'm not sure of the logisitics of installing a chocolate waterfall in a barn.  Plus, I'm not a big fan of chocolate, so that'll have to be dismissed anyway.  But I guarantee you that I'll have the biggest, baddest, chromed-out John Deere sitting on 48"s (or whatever size those gigantic wheels are).  The sun will hit the chrome & send a blinding reflection to my neighbors three miles down the road & they'll say, "that Tiny Elvis is out joyriding again."

I think I should also invest in some new clothes, as my habit of cutting up, outgrowing, washing incorrectly and otherwise ruining decent clothing has made my wardrobe somewhat limited.

I don't know how much material shit I want or need as I can barely stand the things I have already.  It's all fun & nice to go shopping for new furniture & vases & electronics until it's time to move.  Then you hate everything you own, unless someone else is doing the packing & unpacking.

I will buy my way onto the Board of Directors at MillerCoors.  That will happen.

Overall, money is nice, but happiness is delightful.  Just give me my farm, my man, my children & my beer and I will be the happiest person in the world.