Saturday, March 29, 2008

Haven't you always wanted a monkey?

*All apologies, this spacing thing is driving me crazy. Also, the paragraphs were spaced and when I tried re-spacing them, Blogger didn't cooperate.
It's an age old question:

It's always a good question to ask, I guess if you run out of stuff to talk about. I always think about it when I pass billboards or see the new Florida Lottery commercials where they tell you that if you play an extra dollar, you can add 10 million dollars to the jackpot. If you play 2 extra dollars, you can add 25 million to the jackpot. Of course, adding that money would not increase your chances at winning.
You see shows about the "Curse of the Lottery", talking of people that win and lose the money within years of winning. You hear great stories of people winning with the last dollar they had to their name. I'm a normal hard working person and I wanna win.
If I won the lottery... just for numbers sake, we'll say 58 million dollars. The first thing I would do is quit my job. Not because I don't like working, but because I would like to open up my own place, use my own ideas and make my own rules.
Next, I would pay off my brother's mortgage, and my sister's mortgage as well as provide adequate vehicles for both them and their spouses.
I would purchase a home on the lake in Southwestern New York where I can go when I go back to visit and my family can stay there whenever they go too.
I would tell my parents to go anywhere... anywhere in the country and find exactly where they want to live. I would buy a lot and build them a house; one that has floors and a foundation that stands firm.
All of my nieces and nephews would want for nothing. They would not be spoiled by any means. However, I would be sure that they received the best education possible. This doesn't mean they will not understand the meaning of a dollar. I will pay for their education, but will ask for grades every semester. If they are not passing or if grades are slipping, they will be cut off.
If I had the money, I would also book flights whenever I wanted to go see my seester and brother as much as possible. I miss them like crazy. I would fly to see ~j. when things happen like Bubby breaking out into hives/rashes/delirium just to take the girls on a special date so she can have some respite.
I would buy my grandfather a driver to take him to and from anywhere he needs to go. I would also purchase said driver a home near Gramps so he is at his dispose whenever he needs.
I'd be sure my friends were taken care of.

These are a few things I would do. Of course, I would have to pay the taxes on the winnings, leaving me with probably only half of what the jackpot is, but still, I think I'll still have enough to do that.

I won't need to pay for a lawyer because his retainer will be taken care of when I pay off his mortgage.

I guess if I want to win, I better start playing.

What would you do?

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Slow Week.

Not much has been going on here lately.

I have been busy with work and NMT and I have been picking out colors to paint our kitchen and to throw in a few accent walls.

I "guest bartended" at a St. Patrick's Day slash charity event at the bar I used to work at. It was a true testament as to why I don't work there anymore. Don't get me wrong, it was fun for a night. However, I can't decide which was more fun: seeing old faces or saying to certain people "Oh you don't like my attitude? You can complain, but it won't do anything. I'm only here for the night. I don't really work here."

We had a man come the other day to do some work on our floors the other day. He brought his lovely wife. So sweet. She was helping him with this and that, looked around our home and told me how nice it was. That was nice to hear because NMT and I aren't would like to get out of it. She was looking at pictures we have all over the house... our nieces and nephews, wedding pictures, my friends... and she turns and says to me,

"You know, you're really cute. I don't know if anyone has ever told you that. But you are just adorable." I replied with a thank you and no, I have never, in my 28 years on this Earth been told that I was cute.

I made myself disappear for a few hours, running to town looking for things to do. I went to a store to look for a new purse, you know, because that's exactly what I need. Upon my return, man and lovely wife were still working away at our floors.

Our house isn't very big so I didn't have anywhere to hide. Lovely turned and looked at me and out of nowhere says, "Yeah, I had therapy done on my finger... this one... "

Ah. NMT must have told her what I do for a living. For those of you that are not aware... Massage Therapy is NOT... I repeat... NOT the same as physical therapy. Just a little FYI.

That's about it. I just wanted all to know that I am still alive and delaying all my day off responsibilities. Hey, I may post later depending on what I see today. Have a great day!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Sorry, I'm Taken

I like to shop. I love love love shopping for t-shirts. Anyone will tell you... t-shirts were actually the favor and centerpiece at my wedding. ANYWAY...

When I shop for t-shirts, I like to find the vintage ones; like my NBC peacock shirt, my Sugar Daddy shirt, Babelicious tee that is in the Bubbilicious logo and of course, Vote For Pedro.

What I don't like... Those stupid t shirts that are supposed to be worn by grown women that read things like, "I taught your boyfriend that thing you like" (I actually saw a young married mother wearing that shirt). One of my biggest annoyances is the t-shirts with matching jewelry that say just one word:



To let someone know that you are taken, don't waste your money on t-shirts and jewelry. Do what I do...

I was at the beach with some girlfriends last week. We parked ourselves in front of this popular hang out spot for spring breakers. My friends tease me for being the only married one. Yeah, I know it's funny. Since Spring Break runs for MONTHS here, there is no escaping the morons you run into.

It was rather hot that day so we decided to take a walk into the lukewarm Gulf to converse on a sandbar. A few yards away, there were some younger guys tossing the football around. The ball came near where I was standing and one of the young men dove for it, using the close proximity as an excuse to talk to me.

Not noticing the ring on my left hand, the boy says, "Hey." I reply with an annoyed "Hi." He asks, "What are yoouuu doin?" I looked at him and said, "Peeing." He asked me to repeat myself and again, "I'm peeing." Then he asked if I was serious. I told him if he wanted to come a little closer, the water is rather warm in my area.

I guess he wasn't impressed as he made his way to another cluster of young girls.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

For the love

Have I ever told you about my bestie?

I call her Sarrie and she calls me BF. I know what you're thinking... aw, BF. How sweet. BF stands for Best Friend.

Kinda. Yes, we are BFFs. However, BF actually stands for Bran Flake. In high school, I had a friend and her mom called me Bran Flake. Sarrie calls me Bran Flake because I am wholesome yet, I have a tendency to be a little air headed at times.

One things she likes to pick on me about is my insistence on proper grammar. Quite the oxymoron since New Mr. Tia sometimes lacks in the grammar department. My brother and sister and I have always been sticklers for the subject.

One day, Sarrie and I were on our way to dinner with a friend and we passed a restaurant that had a sign reading "BE ARE VALENTINE". You can imagine my distress over this sign. Sarrie talked me out of calling the restaurant to alert them to the error. On our way back, the sign was changed and I was able to rest easy.

I was on my way home from visiting a friend the other day when I was at a stoplight only to fixate on the sign at Arby's reading "TRY AR FISH". I tried to take a picture with my camera phone but it didn't turn out. I then went home to retrieve my camera so I could capture this atrocity. Much to my dismay, the lighting was awful and I couldn't get the picture right.

When I called Sarrie to express my disgust, she tried to give Arby's the benefit of the doubt. She tried to explain maybe they were trying to be pirates and say, "Try AR Fish".

No bueno.

A) Arby's has a cowboy hat for a logo.
B) Even pirates know that you spell it AARRRRGGGHHHH.
C) That idea could only work for Long John Silver's.

New Mr. Tia got a kick out of the sign the next day as he was heading to work. I didn't have time to stop to take the picture before work therefore, leaving me another day without the picture.

Today, as I left the house, I specifically went OUT OF MY WAY to pass this Arby's to take the picture I longed for... It was a cloudy day so I didn't have to worry about the sun's position. What do you know? The sign read "TRY OUR FISH".

I wonder who called them.

Monday, March 3, 2008


I'm feeling very blue right now. Trying to put together a good post. I'll let you know when I snap out of it.