Hope springs eternal. . . .

Why, oh why, do I buy a lotto ticket?

Because I have big plans for what I will do with those multi-millions when I win them.  Starting with paying off all of grandson Adam's and his wife's school loans, my condo mortgage, etc. etc.  I've already decided I am going to purchase me a 2-bedroom suite on that ocean liner that sails constantly around the world.  I'll set up a calendar for who gets to sail with me, when you will get on and where you will have to get off, because my next friend is waiting. "You get on in Nice, France, and get off in Barcelona, Spain."  That sort of thing. I promise I'll be a wonderful hostess and traveling companion.

The reason I am ranting is because I just checked the numbers on the ticket I bought yesterday at Publix on my way out of the store.  I refuse to spend more than $1 at a time on a QuickPick.  Makes you think I don't hav much confidence in winning, doesn't it? 

Once again I don't have a single matching number.  They should give a booby prize for pickers like me.  I am practically professional at not picking a single matching number.  I mean really, not a single one?  Jeez, gimme a break.

Has anyone you know ever actually won one of these things?  Maybe I have to travel to some remote little North Florida town and stop at some tumble down 7 Eleven one of these days.  Those always seem to be the only places that manage to sell winning tickets to the Florida Lottery.

I've got a birthday coming in October and a few mil would make a lovely birthday gift, don't you agree?  Any one out there have some lucky numbers I can borrow?????.  You can be the first guest in my round-the-world ship suite, if you do.
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A word about voting this November. . .

Last week marked the 94th anniversary of the passage of the 19th Amendment, the congressional act that gave woman the right to vote.  My mother taught my sister and me that voting was a sacred trust because she well remembered how important that right was to her mother and to her.

My mother was born in the United States, but her mother came to America as a very young woman from the town of Gyngos in Hungary.  Her proudest days were when she became an American citizen and that historic moment in 1920 when she cast her first vote. Mother told us how she took off from work on election day to accompany my grandmother to the polls because she knew there would be many people (read that as men) objecting to the ridiculous idea of women voting.  And object they did, hooting and hollering in a threatening manner as lines of proud women walked bravely up to the voting place for the very first time in our nation's history..

Democrat, Republican or Independent.  Man or woman. The right to vote is very precious. If you don't express your opinion at the ballot box this November, you have no right to complain.

Need I say more????
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