Me never met a dollar Me didn't like.
Show me the money.
You gotta pay to play.
Money talks, bullshit walks.
Life. He who has the most, wins.
Now Me don't truly subscribe to that particular phliosophy, but me finds meself workin harder and puttin in more hours to get me hands on a goodly amount of gelt.
One way or another we sell ourselves to some degree (not always for cash) and the reward for trading the few precious years we tread upon the planet never quite balance with the return on our investment.
Me be pretty sure that even the wealthy figure they be worth more than they be recieving.
Lottery tickets hold a special place in me heart. Eventhough Me ain't never hit the jackpot, the first couple of days after buying them gives me the spark and taste of actually having the lucre in me paws.
Me don't care about the reality all that much. Me just don't want nobody messin' with the fantasy.
Think about what you do. Would you still do it if you had Brewsters Millions?
If not what would you be doing with your time?
If money ain't your measure of success. What is?
The wages of sin are death, but after taxes, it's more like a tired feeling, really. ~Paula Poundstone
Me no livin the life of Riley.
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I would buy another house, a larger one with a guest room and then I would convert it to solar and get off the grid. I would get a ham radio and take ham radio lesssons. I would pay someone who has way too much patience to teach me Spanish. In my larger house I would have a whole 'nother house for animals and run a foster service. I would buy some railcars and refurbish them and live in them awhile. I would go to Spain and buy an apartment. I would buy my brother another truck. I would pay to paint the Presbyterian church on the corner. I would establish a grant to fill where their grants are gapping for the same church. I pay to have AC, the homeless guy, into some detox program and then get him in some assisted living.
Oh Stompy...I've been thinking a lot about this lately...I want to stop working for other people, write more, consult, go back to building my healing and yoga and spiritual counselling practice...grow some vegetables...I wish I had a partner and a home and I wish I had a baby or two and a puppy.
Simple really. And far off from where I am now.
How bout you, monster baby?
xx
pinks
Corn Dog~ Why does your bro. need another truck? He only got two hands? How ha gonna drive two trucks?
Pinks~ Good question. Will answer it in tonight's post.
scary monster-dang, you know what? i just sat here and thought about what i would do with a million dollars right now...and i honestly dont have a clue! it really is true that $$ can't buy happiness, even if it can make the journey a lot more enjoyable...
My brother's truck is kaput for the final time in his redneck carport.
The measure of my success?
Is in keeping these two wacked out, amazing children I produced alive and well and on the road to wherever they're going.
And in the book of my clippings.
And that's about it. But that's pretty good.
For sure, I'd want a kick ass recording studio, workshop, and an oompa loompa.
Its not about the money for me... I make what I need and dont feel the need to make more...
Heres the thing, I think it takes money to make money. I know many people who work 24/7 to keep making more and more... not that they really NEED more... just greed. I would rather play with what I have... than hold off until I am really old to play. This is a crazy world we live in and no one knows how long we really have.
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