I’m Beautiful Like Me.

Last week, the lotto was up to $200M! Husband and I joked for five (or so) drawings in a row that we hadn’t won yet ’cause we were waiting for the jackpot to be just a tad higher. Last Saturday someone took the big pot and, well, it wasn’t us.

But it’s nice to dream.

Of course, with a pot that big, we’d be able to afford behaving stupidly - y’know, catching the first flight outta town to destination of our choice for undisclosed amount of time. We could head to California for redwood hugging; Sedona, Arizona for hiking and checking out the world-renowned spas; Italy because I’ve always dreamed of going; Pennsylvania to learn more about the Amish and to fulfill the dreams of a certain special somebody by paying for him to see PA hair transplant specialist to fight the bald (trust me, there is no convincing him that some chics dig bald). I’d also like to travel to some third-world countries to expose my spoiled American family (and self) to see firsthand how good we have it without ever having won any lottery.

I’m the kinda girl that is surprised when she is hit by lightning and disappointed when I lose the lottery.

I had plans to spend our winnings wisely, dammit. I swear, I was more than half-convinced we’d win. My plan was to first and foremost acquire our first and lifelong home, whether we’d buy a place we love or build one to suit our tastes and needs. Husband really wants a house that is built mostly underground, very much like this beautifully simple, low-impact one. His dream, however, would definitely include electricity, though.

The house would be environmentally-friendly, too, with solar panels, cisterns to catch rainwater for recycling purposes that would also generate electricity with the downward flow of water, and so on. We’d go shopping for durable and long-lasting furnishings, quality cabinetry for the kitchen, and I’d spare no expense for a high-caliber home system since I am a sucker for movies and quality movie-watching experiences. I’d want to pay the taxes on it for the next 50 years, too. We’d hafta get some farm equipment, too, ’cause I’d definitely want to try my hand at growing crops of various fruits and veggies eventually.

We’d hook our family members up with homes of their own, too (or pay off the ones they have), give a hefty chunk to our favorite charities and then be frivolous travelers. I’m not sure what we’d do with Joy, though, since she piped up during our dreamy conversation that she hates travel and wouldn’t want to accompany us. Weirdo kid.

Can you even imagine winning a lottery jackpot that big? How would you spend it?

OMG it farkin’ hurts! I swear the picture does it no justice whatsoever. It is angry red and swollen.

I’m embarrassed that I’m still falling like a clutzy kid at my age, but I was under an enormous amount of stress yesterday. I can forgive me.

Please contact me for my address, I will gladly take your unused painkillers off your hands! Sheese, but it was killing me today all slathered up with triple antibiotic cream and gauzed up (so’s not to rub against the inside of my jeans).

At least I’m having a good hair day. I haven’t taken pictures of myself in a grip. Behold - I am beautiful like me!

The lighting in our house was weird this afternoon. All these were taken in our living room with no flash.

Sometimes it still takes me a moment to recognize the fact that I’m not a blonde. I haven’t been a blonde since I was a tot, but I’ve always thought of myself as one, and of course, dyed my hair accordingly a number of times, as well.

And it took forever, but I’m finally in a place where I appreciate my locks. Okay, most days I appreciate them. The part I want to complain about loudest is that to get my hair to look like it does in these pictures, I must at least get it soaking wet, combed and scrunched. No climbing-out-of-bed-and-going for me, unless I’m in one of those (very frequent) moods wherein I don’t care if it looks like rats dwell in my scalp. In that case, I just tie it back.

You can click these to make ‘em bigger. Go on, enjoy my beauty to the fullest!

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The good news is that football is on! I’m currently watching the Tampa Bay Bucs @ New Orleans Saints. The bad news is that it takes me forever to get over all the roster changes. For example, Jeremy Shockey playing for the Saints?! Yeah, I don’t deal with change well. At writing, the score is tied 7-7. I’m cheering for the Bucs. Not sure yet if that’s good news or bad!

The good news is that the boy napped today. The bad news is that it wasn’t for near long enough.

The good news is that I’m seeing increased traffic from Entrecard. The bad news is that I’m spending way too much time dropping my card!

The good news is that I’m hopping into the shower and leaving for the library to get some new knitting books. The bad news is that I’m going to miss the end of the game.

The good news is that I finally finished my first sock! It looks really, really terrific and I am so proud. I’ll get some photos up later. The bad news is that I still need to make the match! I think on my next try, I will make two at the same time.