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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
BONANZA
So I thought I would buy a lottery ticket today. It is up to $150 million. Just think of all the things I could do?
First, I would buy my mother and father a beautiful beach-front house at the Jersey Shore. The house would have a deck with a view of the ocean just off a kitchen with a large window. I would let mom pick it out, of course, but flex some of my influence to get a jacuzzi outside for nighttime soaking. My dad wouldn't be crazy about it because it would probably be too far from the airport where he skydives, but I would make sure he had the best toys.
I would immediately give my two-weeks notice at work. I like my job and all but come on. Then I would rent a house in the islands for an unspecified amount of time, hunker down, tan and decide what to do next. I would read a lot at first and deal with the financial planning side of the bonanza. I would make sure my friends had what they needed but keep them at arms length.
I would plan a trip around the globe. Now that I am nice and tan I would head to Monte Carlo, Casablanca, Paris and other glamorous sites to waste some money in posh hotels and hobnob with millionaires at exotic beaches and European Chalets. I would drink the finest wines and start my days with champagne.
By this point, I would probably need rehab or at least a place to dry out. So I would look for an Italian villa in Tuscany or a chalet in some cute French town to lie low for a while. I would invite friends and family to come visit me here. Many wouldn't be able to come because of jobs and families.
All the wine and fine dining is probably going to my hips by now so I would schedule an appointment with a pricey plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills. By now my mother is probably getting pretty mad at me for my jet-setting so I think I need to head back to Jersey for a visit.
In Jersey, I find my mom and dad have split because they are so bored. Nobody needs to work anymore so my dad has driven my mother mad. They sold the house I bought them and went their separate ways. The Jersey shore pales in comparison to the places I've seen.
I try to get in touch with my friends, but they've all moved on. Turns out I was gone for a while and their children have had major milestones _ all of which I've missed.
So I head back to Manhattan for a dose of familiarity.
In the end, I'm back in an apartment in Manhattan sitting in front of my computer, alone. ... Maybe I'll forego buying the lottery ticket after all.
Peace,
Tina
First, I would buy my mother and father a beautiful beach-front house at the Jersey Shore. The house would have a deck with a view of the ocean just off a kitchen with a large window. I would let mom pick it out, of course, but flex some of my influence to get a jacuzzi outside for nighttime soaking. My dad wouldn't be crazy about it because it would probably be too far from the airport where he skydives, but I would make sure he had the best toys.
I would immediately give my two-weeks notice at work. I like my job and all but come on. Then I would rent a house in the islands for an unspecified amount of time, hunker down, tan and decide what to do next. I would read a lot at first and deal with the financial planning side of the bonanza. I would make sure my friends had what they needed but keep them at arms length.
I would plan a trip around the globe. Now that I am nice and tan I would head to Monte Carlo, Casablanca, Paris and other glamorous sites to waste some money in posh hotels and hobnob with millionaires at exotic beaches and European Chalets. I would drink the finest wines and start my days with champagne.
By this point, I would probably need rehab or at least a place to dry out. So I would look for an Italian villa in Tuscany or a chalet in some cute French town to lie low for a while. I would invite friends and family to come visit me here. Many wouldn't be able to come because of jobs and families.
All the wine and fine dining is probably going to my hips by now so I would schedule an appointment with a pricey plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills. By now my mother is probably getting pretty mad at me for my jet-setting so I think I need to head back to Jersey for a visit.
In Jersey, I find my mom and dad have split because they are so bored. Nobody needs to work anymore so my dad has driven my mother mad. They sold the house I bought them and went their separate ways. The Jersey shore pales in comparison to the places I've seen.
I try to get in touch with my friends, but they've all moved on. Turns out I was gone for a while and their children have had major milestones _ all of which I've missed.
So I head back to Manhattan for a dose of familiarity.
In the end, I'm back in an apartment in Manhattan sitting in front of my computer, alone. ... Maybe I'll forego buying the lottery ticket after all.
Peace,
Tina
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