Whenever the Powerball gets up into the hundreds of millions, the Popster always buys a ticket. He doesn't bother when it's any less than that, apparently tens of millions of dollars aren't worth his time, but hundreds he'll trouble himself for. And when he buys a ticket, and sometimes when he doesn't, he and my moma decide what they'd do with hundreds of millions of dollars. The nice part is that I usually end up getting a few million out of the deal. In fact, the first things my moma usually lists off when she's playing this little game is who all she'd give money away to: her kids, her sisters, the church, and so on down the line. I think most people probably say that they'd give money away whether they actually would or not, but when my moma and the Popster say it, I believe it. They are generous folks, and I don't imagine the addition of eight zeros to their bank balance would change that.
So when the Powerball gets high, I root for them rather than buying a ticket of my own. I'm not sure my heart is as generous as my moma's, and hundreds of millions of dollars is a big responsibility. I hope I'd be generous, but what got me to thinking about the Popster and his Powerball tickets was because I was feeling full of wants today, wanting things that are far from necessities.
So if my olds ever win their hundreds of millions and I end up with a windfall as a result, I'd first try to spread some of that around to causes and efforts that help the hungry and hurting. And I'd buy the last quarter of the college education I'm not using. I'd pay off Al, but maybe not get a new car right away. Al and I are getting along splendidly. And I'd settle up some credit card debt and make myself a promise never to get mixed up in that again. I'd stop throwing money away on rent, and make sure there was some money tucked away for a rainy day. Those are just the smart responsible things one does when one can afford it.
But then, I'd do fun stuff. The stuff you don't do or buy when you're trying to be a reasonably responsible, frugal adult.
Today, first on my list is a DSLR camera. I know I just got a new camera, and we're getting along just fine, but the more I see what my little $80 camera can do compared to my sister-in-law's or any of the photographer/bloggers whose photos I drool over, the more I want an expensive big-girl camera of my own.
I'd buy too many pairs of shoes. I'd try not to, but it would happen anyway.
And I'd buy at least two more pairs of jeans and at least three more pairs of khakis. I'm down to only one pair each that I actually like to wear. And a new shower curtain. And maybe dishes. And chocolate-covered pretzels.
So those are the things I'm feeling greedy for right now. What, imaginary reader, will you do when my moma and the Popster hit the Powerball?