Forget “a” milli – what about 540 milli?!?!? Man, the lottery is bananas – and you can bet your sweet bippy I told Smoochy to buy us a couple of tickets since he was in Louisiana. Can’t win if you don’t play!!
So of course, I started playing “what would I do if we won?” Here’s what I came up with:
- Pay off everybody I owe. With a smile
- Fix up my house. Give it away.
- Buy two houses. One in the US (I’m thinking Texas) and one overseas (somewhere with a beach). The overseas house would be large or a compound to accommodate everybody at once.
- $1 million for each sibling.
- $1 million each – my parents, my FIL, my grandma, my ex SIL.
- College funds for LG and each niece and nephew.
- Cash gifts for a few people.
- I’d start a small academy. Open from 6a-6p. Quality education and aftercare. 3 hot meals. Tuition would be nominal, basically a matter of principle.
- The rest is going in the bank. Well, after I buy a new whip. I’ve always wanted a BMW…
What would you do/buy/give if you won?
My heart? Is troubled.
I am usually able to bounce (or walk) through life without too many things bothering me on a regular basis. Not to imply that my life is perfect or anything close to it, but one of the lessons I have learned from my mother (and try to apply) is “don’t worry about it.” Or, as Smoochy likes to say “if you’re going to pray, don’t worry. If you’re going to worry, don’t pray.”
But I tell you what. My spirit is just restless.
From the senseless murder of Trayvon Martin to the war being waged on women in the political arena to the hatred spewed by people all over the world – particularly here in these great United States, my heart just hurts.
I pray for Smoochy’s safety every day. I pray for the safety of my father and my brothers. To know that they are “suspicious looking” just by virtue of the color of their skin and could be shot down in cold blood makes me want to cry. This is 2012. Why are we fighting the same battles that we were fighting 200 years ago? Why are we the only people who as a group have to prove that we are “safe.” That we are “friendly?” (Did I ever tell y’all that the lady who fired me 5 years told me I didn’t look friendly and that perhaps I should wear kinder colors like pink? .) It is 2012 and there are governors who are comfortable saying they felt “threatened” by the President of the United States of America. Lord have mercy.
I remember a road trip Smoochy and I took from AR to MS one school break. We got pulled over in some speed trap little city. Smoochy jumped out the car, got his wallet out his back pocket and stood there waiting for the policeman to approach the car. Me? I was in the car screaming and yelling “get in the car! Get in the car! Oh God, you’re going to get shot! Smoochy, please get back in the car!” Well, he didn’t get shot. But I’d seen enough news stories and read enough newspapers to know that black men get shot for less almost daily in this country. In Mississippi – at least at that time – I guess it was not out of the ordinary to exit your car when pulled over by the law. In California, black men were being shot in their driveway, by police, for less. Thankfully, Smoochy doesn’t jump out the car when he gets pulled over anymore, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying as he travels the roads of this country. And those that lead to our home.
I was going to write a bit about the anti-woman sentiment that seems to have been taken up by a number of legislators. But I don’t feel like it right now.
This ish sucks.