I generally don’t do New Year’s Resolutions. Gave those up years ago. That being said, lately I have become a fan of a television program called My Lottery Dream Home on the HGTV channel.
Truth be told, I love all the shows on this channel, but the aforementioned program has become my new favorite. It’s about folks who won a lottery – some less than others, but all are winners who want to buy a new home.
And although there have been a few professional gamblers, most of the guests on this show are just like you and me. Retired folks, families with young children and/or teens and fairly modest incomes.
Lately, however, I have noticed something else many of them have in common. Namely tattoos and piercings. And that says to me they are risk-takers – YOLO folks. YOLO, for those who may not already know, stands for “You Only Live Once.”
Since I have a few tattoos and my ears are pieced I have decided I am one of them.
I have changed careers several times, without any experience in my new field. I divorced twice, each time taking only the kids and the bills with me. I produced an award-winning local cable television program without a clue of what that entailed and have written for several publications just by asking for the space. YOLO.
So why am I not a millionaire?
Well, apparently you have to buy a lottery ticket in order to win, and while I am perfectly willing to do this, I can’t seem to remember to buy one when I am someplace I could.
This is about to change.
In 2022 I Resolve to buy Scratchers AND Powerball tickets once a week. And I will keep buying them until I win a significant amount of money.
And when I win a significant amount of money, the first thing I will do is hire a driver.
Surprised? Well, so was I, sort of. But after giving the matter a great deal of thought, I’ve decided this would be a good start.
I have heard a lot of people say if they were millionaires, they would give money to their kids, favorite charities and in some cases, their parents. I would probably do some of that also, but after I hire my driver.
Why a driver? I don’t know about you, but my dream is to have someone to load and unload groceries to and from my car. I take a ridiculous number of reusable bags to the grocery store every time I shop, but the checkers, unless I stop them, will put 42 items in one bag and hand me back all the empty ones.
Straining my hands and back, I will then load the one giant bag in my car where I transfer items into other bags until I reach a comfortable level. Then I go home, place all the bags on my front porch, carefully open the front door and start yelling at our 90+ pound Labrador to go lay down so I can enter the house.
The Lab, of course, does not go lay down and I am buffered between doorways and walls until I reach the kitchen, where her treats are stored. After she receives her treat, I am allowed to put the groceries away.
Next, I have to replace the empty bags in my trunk and park the car. And the ‘OMG, I am so happy to see you’ routine begins again with the Lab until another treat has been delivered.
So logically, the second thing I will do with my significant amount of money will be to hire a dog trainer. I am soooo looking forward to this new year…
Kathleen Anderson writes this column each week from her home in Olympia. Contact her at kathleen@theJOLTnews.com or post your comment below.
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Drutty
A cooking service for me who loads up the freezer with dinners of my choosing~! See you at the lottery counter~!
Wednesday, December 29, 2021 Report this
olyhiker
First, give half to SafePlace. Second, pay off my church's mortgage. With the little that's left, eat at Taco Bell every day.
Thursday, December 30, 2021 Report this