You can put that mountain down right over there...

My dad wasn't miffed when I told him that I was playing the lottery every day. He said "Good for you. You know, if you really believe, you'll win." No sarcasm. But at the same time, this wasn't a little sermon about faith either. Just the facts. Believers=winners.

Well. Last night I got a take5 ticket and went home and pulled out my dusty flash manual and learned about dynamic text and customizing scrollbars.

And today (technically last night @ 11:21) I won $25.

Coincidence?

Work. Why?

What I learned today:
# 1. The purple nerds taste like alarmingly similar to perfume.
# 2. Everyone has talent.
# 3. Talent will not make you successful.
# 4. Not everyone has perseverance.
# 5. Perseverance WILL make you successful.
# 6. The "#" sign is above number 3 on the keyboard.
# 7. Your worth is justifiably measured by your will to succeed.
# 8. People who can set goals within their means are more successful.
# 9. People who can accomplish goals that others thought beyond their means are the most successful.
#10. Sting is 55 years old.

So I am off to set and accomplish realistic, but impressive goals.

More Blogs!! Merrier Blogs!!

I love to categorize. Maybe I have a borderline personality disorder! I AM always right!!!... ... ....

So on the right, in my links, you'll see MORE blogs. Specialized blogs. Blogs for bitchings, ponderings, & writings.

This blog will have to be reserved for the most random- like for instance, how upset I am that they have removed the last comma (the one before the "and") in lists. Well THEY can do whatever they want. I'm keeping it. So there.

Ashamed

#1 Thing I am ashamed of today:
I was crossing a big street and an ambulance was blaring down it. The crossing guard (traffic aid) started tooting his whistle frantically. I did not pick up the pace. I was too busy worrying about not getting an extra job this Christmas.

#2 Thing I am ashamed of today:
I didn't get hired for an easy job that didn't even require a college education. I slumped out on the group interview and dumbed myself down to the level of the most unqualified candidate in the room. On purpose? Subconsciously? To be nice? Excuses! There is no excuse. I did a bad job. Blah.

On a lighter note, I have picked the "mega-ball" correctly for 2 games in a row now. You know, kids, maybe there will be a Christmas after all!