The Debt Dance

Tonight the lottery is up to TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION–give or take.

That’s a nice chunk of change.

Of real change, as in change-in-your-life, right?

So I was thinking about what we’re going to do when we win tonight and I began to think about not so much what  I wanted to HAVE but what I wanted to DO.

I love to write. I’m working on a romantic mystery right now and I have two or three other works simmering. I love writing these blogs–I learn so much doing them. And, they’re fun.

I love to shop.

I LOVE to give. Nothing feels better than giving. Well, perhaps one thing but you can only do that for so long.

I love to laugh with my family. Love it. My grandson is starting to tell jokes. It’s hilarious.

But the other thing I really like is to achieve. I think it’s very sad when people don’t have this in their lives. They focus on minutia. They argue with sales clerks over twenty-nine cents. Or they scream at the postman for screwing up and it’s 102 in the shade. They have no priorities in life, no focus. It’s very sad.

And I’ve seen this lack of dreams or love of challenge in the eyes of the inner city kids I worked with. No dreams. No hope.

How blessed we are who love adventure. Who love to climb the mountain, even if we fall and break something once in a while. It is a magnificent gift.

And I’m not sure how winning the lottery will affect it, but I’ll let you know.

NOW HERE’S SOME OF MY FAVORITE FUNNIES:

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his Dad: ‘Why is he whispering in her mouth?’

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, ‘I don’t know what’ll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?’

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: ‘The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.’ Concerned, James asked: ‘What happened to the flea?’

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman

her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, ‘Why doesn’t your skin fit your face?’

And leave a comment for Pete’s Sake. Pete’s been moody all day.