Yeah, I've been thinking about this a lot.
Rather, DREAMING CONSTANTLY about it, cuz, well, the money sitch is getting to the "know any good bankruptcy lawyers?" level (yes, TMI, I do it all the time so sue me TOO LATE
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Anyway.
When I can't deal (which seems to be very OFTEN, lately) I plan out my money shiz, for when I win.
Yeah, I said "when;" I'm a dreamer; I must be, to survive.
First?
Half to mom.
Second?
Hire a top-notch, proven CPA.
Third?
Call EVERY damn ONE of my creditors, including the IRS, and say, everso casually, "What do I owe you exactly? Let's do a check by phone, yes?"
THEN...
Wow...can you even imagine the FREEDOM?
Well, I'd buy me and mom that great house I saw in Castle Rock; it's a great huge duplex-type thingie with a gigantor yard.
Get her set up with nursing care or whatever, make a goodly way to have our privacy but let the animals run back and forth (cuz verily they do love us both), and get me a riding mower.
Buy lots of plants OHMYDOG I'd go nuts at the nursery.
I'd be dirty for DAYS!
Then I'd go to Costa Rica for a yoga retreat. Quit smoking, eat healthy, do the yoga thang, get me some of that "centered" sh.it working.
THEN!
Oh this is the fun part.
Cashiers checks.
Gotta friend back east could use some financials.
Check.
Gotta friend across the pond could use some medicals.
Check.
Gotta friend up north could use some independence.
Check.
Gotta friend up northeast could use some college funding.
Check and check.
Gotta few artistical friends could use some sponsorhip.
Check, check, etc., check.
Then...art classes. Lots of 'em.
TONS, even.
Painting, drawing, all media, all modes, all everything.
Oh man, that would be HEAVEN.
Buy top-of-the-line BLAZING fast Mac and just rock OUT with the bitch.
Spend literally THOUSANDS at Meininger's art store OH I'm almost drooling just thinking about it.
You'd never get me OFF
here, fair warning.
OH and just HOURS writing.
I'd SO write.
Oooo then I'd get the dogs groomed, like, professionally (Linus has MUCH too much hair with which mere mortals can contend).
And get them into the vet for a FULL checkup and fix EVERYTHING that's wrong.
Buy me some BIRDIES!!
Get them pesky ovarian cysts out.
Wow. That would boulder, hardcore.
Ooo then buy me a Karman Ghia (I'm off the new mini cooper, it's too common, but I'd still hunt up an original and paint it coppery-orange).
OOOO then volunteer work. I think I'd like Habitat for Humanity and Humane Society and those places where disabled children ride horses.
I'd love that.
Then TRAVEL!
Visit all ya'll's asses, bringing wine and gifties and whatever else ya wanted.
Then the ultimate: A HUGE redhedded gathering at my new digs.
Everyone invited, a party-all-weekend affair, everyone with a band would be invited to play, it would be lovely.
Yeah. Dreamer.
Extremely DETAILED dreamer, and what of it?
So what? Keeps me (relatively) sane, so shoosh.
What would YOU do, seriously, with lottery money?
