Tickle: Are you Millionaire Material?

Tickle: Tests, Matchmaking and Social Networking: “Ever thought about buying an SUV and joining a tennis club? You should, because you were made for the elite. We can tell that you enjoy many of the finer things in life, but for some reason you just can’t make the leap to ‘millionaire material.’ Sure, that’s a step down from the top of the money pile, but it’s probably all for the best. Why? Perhaps because, when it comes down to it, you enjoy fun more than money. Cash is all well and good, and we can tell that you’re pretty good at saving your dough when you put your mind to it, but you’d rather spend time outdoors, hang out with friends, or plan your next big trip than drool over your bank balance. After all, what’s money for if you can’t enjoy it?”

Tonight there is a lottery draw with a prize of $30 million. I had to buy a ticket. Wouldn’t it make you always wonder if you never bought one? Sure you could write down some numbers and check them (or never) later. But, you might choose different numbers when you actually got a ticket. Or, worse, what if your numbers won but you didn’t make it offical? How would that feel? I don’t even want to comtemplate it.

So I bought four tickets. One for my Mom, her favourite numbers. Ticket two I phoned my nephew for his number picks. We like to get joint tickets now and then. If we win I’ve promised to share half of it with him. Of course, he doesn’t realize he is under age and thus… ineligible. Still, I’m not a complete bitch. I’d share, something, with him. 😉 The other two tickets were my own numbers. One were numbers I liked and the other just made a neat design on the ticket ballot. How do you pick numbers if you buy tickets?

Anyway, good luck to me (and to all of you should I not be the big winner).

First thing I want to do is buy a new car, one that doesn’t make bad noises. Then I could pay off everything and everyone. Not that I owe a lot. Compared to most people I know I am fricking debt free. But, it bugs me and I think about that a lot. It would be great to have it all gone, permanently and forever. After that I’d pick out a nice little house, a new computer system (plenty of computery good ness but not going overboard). Then, the big trip. Startinng with Russia, Europe and Australia. Extending to South America maybe a stop in Hong Kong (for personal reasons). Then back to my cosy little house to begin renovations. I want the bathroom to be amazing, the shower being the most important thing in that room. It will have so many jets of hot water shooting out you’ll think you’re in a pool, swimming. Next important rooms are the kitchen, the home office and the bedroom. Of third importance would be some kind of family room/ dining room option. Maybe a guest bedroom in case I feel like company. (Eventually I will, probably, though they can’t stay forever!). I want comfortable furniture made of good, solid wood and covered in denim or something vibrant and red. Wood floors with throw rugs, no damn ceramic tile anywhere! Ugh! Those are cold and they break everything that drops on them. Of course, while I was jaunting around the world the renovation crew would have put in a new furnace, electric system, water and roof, etc. All the necessary basics would be updated and improved. I’d never need to feel my house was like driving around in an old car waiting for it to die.

I’m not sure what kind of car I’d get. There are a few that come to mind. I like the new VW bugs, maybe a cheery yellow one or the orange would be nice. Today I saw another kind of car, midsized but very Mustang looking. Not that however, I think. Anyway, whatever car it would be new, mid-sized sedan type and good on gas. Most of all reliable, it will never break down or make rude noises. I will even consider hiring a full time car mechanic, gardener and butler to work around and keep everyting fixed and maintained. It is kind of nice to keep a man around the place. He could have a tidy little cottage somewhere on the grounds.

It would be so nice to win. Small chance of it happening, but someone is going to win. It could be me. Maybe that ticket I bought the nephew will have the lucky numbers.

Astrology Match


“Laura, the best Zodiac Match for your personality is Virgo

Virgo, the Virgin (August 23 to September 23): This intelligent and diligent partner is just your type. Initially, a Virgo may catch your eye with their put-together look and attention to the details of your courtship. But as you get to know them better, you’re even more likely to be drawn to your Virgo’s strong convictions and practical nature. People born under this sign are typically very good with money and tend to be conservative overall when it comes to risk. In fact, most Virgos have a discerning nature that can make them seem a bit critical at times. However, they’re also almost always open to discussing the emotional side of any matter in a relationship. In the bedroom, you’ll likely find the Virgin both reserved and cautious, especially when your relationship first becomes sexual. Overall, Virgos are typically highly loyal partners and firm believers in marriage.

Last time I did this, about a year ago, my best match was Gemini (my brother’s sign). I’ve gotten to know a few Virgo men. They are kind of complicated and reserved types. I’ve gotten along with them but I don’t know if I could live with them, over many years, in and out of bed, etc. There has to be some adventure. A relationship (for me anyway) should be more blood than water.

No offense to Virgo men. You do make the best friends! I love a conversation with a good mind and once Virgo’s open up a bit they are awesome for a midnight chat about life the universe and everything.

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Robots Don’t Make Good Writers

Writing has rules, we know about grammar, spelling and punctuation. There are also genres of writing and each has it’s own rules of style, theme and plot. Romance is always about a relationship, the words in between make up the story but the genre insists on a successful relationship between two people. Mysteries, have their rules about dastardly deeds and criminals caught in the end. Horror has bad creatures/ people who end up being slain by the hero. You get the idea.

If you write in one genre for awhile you can line up the basic plots alphabetically and just fill in the individual details like names and dates. It can become routine and you begin to wonder if a million monkeys typing at millions of computer keyboards could not, after all, come up with a best selling novel.

So, to get out of feeling like your own cliche, read other genres. Read fiction and non-fiction. Read news stories. Read recipes! Go to the library and pick a book at random. Read things that have nothing to do with your usual writing, other than the use of words and language. In reading other genres you can find ways to break out of your own cliched plot. Small things, as the basic elements are ingrained and expected. Still, if you can get around feeling like a robot writer, that’s a good thing.

Self-Portrait Day

Self Portrait Day – We hope that Self-Portrait Day functions as a way for people to discover new faces. For those of us who find we’re following the same circle of Web sites every day, we hope that this will act as a way to discover new places. Basically, it’s a launching pad; almost every portrait is clickable and should lead you someplace new. There are 6 new faces featured every day, Monday through Friday, and there are only a few simple rules regarding submissions.

Not Today…

I’m having a yucky day. It’s only just after 8:am. The sun is just rolling out of bed, making it’s first cup of coffee and putting on it’s jacket for a day outside. But, I am already in the yucky day zone.

I have allergies, my skin crawls with itchiness. My skin is dried out and yet I have the little zits of “that time of the month”. I’m ever so delighted. This is a time when the whole cloning thing starts to sound like a good idea. Just move into someone else’s skin awhile. You be me for the day and I will just merrily go along not being me today.

Some alien has taken over my computer. It’s very busy doing something yet I’m not doing anything but typing into this window. Nothing else should be running and yet it’s making all kinds of busy noises and that light is flashing as if I were making it open several graphic loaded webpages. Go home little green people, bug someone else’s computer today.

Plus, I am driving out to Newmarket again to babysit. Yes, I just got back from there yesterday evening. Yes, the price of gas is slightly down yet not down enough. Yes, the poor damned car is not making friendly happy noises and does sound like a car that wants to retire, any moment now. (It’s interesting how birth and death are so alike on some level). Yes, the newly fixed brakes seem to be loosening up to the point where I am putting my foot down more and more. Far more than I do in the rest of my life where I seem to fall into the category of doormat.

There can not be a shower hot enough or strong enough to fix this day!!!

I almost forgot, I am supposed to go to Zellers and ask for my job back. The job I quit in July cause I could not breathe (physically, and in so many other ways). Talk about being an adult and having to do things you don’t want to do. This is definitely the high point of my yucky day.

It looks dark and stormy outside (which I would actually enjoy if the car wipers were working better).

Can I have the option to be me tomorrow instead of today? Where did I leave that wind up clone?

After Death

People wonder about what happens after you die. It is the last unexplored territory really. Everyone gets there but no one knows anything about it. Everything we have is just theory.

So, to save time, I have decided to know what happens after death. (Think of all the time I can spend doing something other than wondering about it all now!)

I have concluded, after much careful consideration and other legal mumbling, that those of us who were good (I can’t even be nasty when I try!) will get to do all the fun things we always wanted to do but were too good to really just go ahead and do in life. In short, I will be a useless yet very famous rock goddess. I will sing and people will give me buckets of cash, new cars, fancy clothes, the latest in computer gadgetry and beg me to sign autographs (of course I will have a rubber stamp created). I will have all the fame and fortune I have not had in this goodie goodie life.

So, there you go. Now you know. All that goodness pays off in the end. What a relief!