It has come to my attention that the mega million lottery is at 200 million. Why the blank look? That’s 200 million U. S, grade A, spendable at Neimans, Nordstroms and DSW dollars. And I’m going to win it. The whole thing.
Yes. I am.
No. I haven’t bought a ticket yet. I’m waiting for a vision. So I can know exactly where to purchase this winning ticket.
And I’m really hoping it’s somewhere in Oakland County because I really don’t feel like going to, say, Maryland or somewhere else that is included in the whole mega million jackpot crap. Because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this recently but, my car probably wouldn’t withstand a long drive. And i KNOW that I couldn’t stand driving in my car that shakes, spasms, shudders and stuff, for very long either. We have a love/hate relationship. I hate it and would love to be rid of it. First purchase with winning mega millions, new car. A big one. One that fits all my kids. And I guess my husband, too. I guess.
I also hope this vision comes to me in time. It would suck if I missed it and someone else won my money. Because then I’d have to take ’em down. And that’s no good. I’m into peace, harmony and tranquility. Well, at least until my kids get home from school. Then it’s not holds barred. And no vocal chord left unscratched (from screaming, people. DUH!) (ps. no, i really don’t expect to have a vision. just tea leaves forming the words of the store)
So, there is this dude. We’ll call him @mochadad. And he answered my tweet today about what I should write about. Isn’t that so generous and kind? Yeah. So anyway. He took a moment from his own shameless promoting to tell me that he thinks I should totally write about him. He feels that he and his blog are note-worthy. And he suggested that I write about them. Here. On my blog. Like, why in the HECK would I want to do that? Oh wait…
But really? If you aren’t following him on twitter. And if you aren’t reading his blog. You’re really missing out. He is one of my most favorite Daddy Bloggers AND twitters. I love when he sends out tweets of his own quotes. They are hilarious and, strangely enough, thought provoking. Or maybe that’s just me and the blond dye that has seeped into my brain?
Oh yes. Let us discuss my health for a moment, shall we? You know I’ve been slowly dying, right? I think I’ve mentioned it, no?
I haven’t felt well. The pain under my ribs, which was similar to pain and discomfort that I was having a couple of years ago and gall stones were ruled out. I’m there again.
So. Along with these pains. I’ve been having this feeling in my tummy. (And NO, I’m NOT pregnant so bite the tongue of your thought and then your own real tongue) I kept thinking I was hungry. And it was happening every couple of hours. So…I’d eat a little something. It would make it better for a few then it would start acting up again. It was weird. And bloaty. And…*whispers* gassy.
I was put on Prilesac, prescription strength. Reflux, I guess.
Still waiting to hear about blood work.
I have an ultrasound appointment on Friday. To check out my gall bladder. See what’s going on in there.
I really, really hope. That if…IF…I have to have my gall bladder removed. That the little feller weighs about 35 pounds.
Because that would TOTALLY explain why I’ve gained weight. And then, I wouldn’t have to diet. It’s a win/win for me.
By the way, we don’t need our gall bladder, do we?
And maybe, if and while, they are in there…
Someone can give me a tummy tuck and a boob job, too.
That…is it for now. For. Now.
Until later. After I speak with the General Manager of the Venetian. Where I will start out being my lovely self and then, if necessary, I’ll turn into my evil twin.