I had a stroke of good luck. I know, I know, it's not normal for me but every once in a while something nice happens. And this was very nice. Not that I had the money to be doing this, but I was over at the Atlantis playing a penny machine for 60 cents (max bet is a $1.50) with something called Goldbeard's Treasure and just after 4 in the morning, when my eyes were looking for matchsticks to keep them open, I hit a little jackpot. And suddenly I was wide awake.
There are five progressive jackpots in this game and it randomly eliminates them one by one. I figured I would win the $6.28 but it was eliminated first. Then the $44 one disappeared, followed by the $50 one. That left a $100 and one worth a very small five figures. Which then started blinking "Winner." You have no idea how surprised I was, I believe the exact quote was "no fucking shit?" Other than the taxi home the first thing I did was get a ticket to see Ron White tonight at the Peppermill.
Now that I have a little money in the bank (and of course B of A put a 7 day hold on it), I am loathe to spend it. I need a car and a bed for mom would be really nice, as well as a computer desk (I'm using stacked beer cartons to hold the iMac and I prop the keyboard on my lap) and a lamp. I loved the Infiniti but knowing what I know about the maintenance costs ($900 for a tuneup, premium gas only) makes me hesitant to replace it with another, but driving a beater car doesn't appeal to me. I like things such as air bags, ABS brakes and the ability to smoothly move out of the way of trouble. The heated seats weren't bad either. Oh well, courtesy of the bank which has my balance at -$260, I have a week to look for a car. And a new bank.
On the other hand, the woman who bought my car lost her job so I offered to buy the car back. Then I could take some of the money and do the maintenance. I like that alternative.
The maverick strikes again. Since when does writing a book and giving speeches qualify one to run a country? Especially one that thinks it's supposed to be the world's policeman. Palin supporters are a different breed. Of idiot. Quinn Hillyer of the American Spectator writes that anyone who cuts and runs from elected office without finishing the term they were elected for is not to be admired or respected for their decision and the wingnuts came out in droves to support her and call him a twit, a fool and a mental lightweight. And that was in the first four comments. Funny how the army determines leaving your post to be desertion and to most employers it shows that the employee is not a good bet in the future because they didn't finish the job in the past. While I thought the Bush supporters had drunk too much Kool-Aid, the Palin supporters have intermarried once too often.
Oops, in a surprise to researchers, self-help doesn't work. It seems that the brain knows when your life isn't going well and resists efforts to convince it otherwise. The brain prefers reality, what a concept.
Strange. How can people follow me on Twitter when I never post? Or maybe that's the point.
Today makes eighteen years since dad passed away. I can't believe how much I still miss him. Rest in peace, I love you.