$261 million. Just within my reach for the mear price of a measly lottery ticket. Damn Powerball. I am not a regular lottery player, maybe a scratch off game or two when the mood strikes me. Nothing more than that. When the powerball game gets over $100 million I am so in for the game. The past two weeks I have been plunking down my hard earned money on a whim and lots of dreams for the chance to payoff all of my debt. To give my parents a little something to do some of the things they have always wanted. To give my sister a nice wedding. And go on the biggest shopping spree anyone has ever seen. Oh, and to quit my job. Oh yeah, that's the biggest one. Quit my god awful pain in the butt full time job. Ahhhh, to march into the office, announce my abrupt retirement and walk right out again is what I think about. Sigh, this time it wasn't to be. Oh well. Until next time.

Had a very weird evening last night. Marti and her flavor of the moment (poor guy) met Bob and I out for dinner at Outback last night. Definitely ate too much. I enjoyed the food, don't get me wrong, just ate way too much of it. Heck, I brought home over 1/2 of my chicken and vegetables and ate it for dinner tonight. But I digress. Being the way she is, Marti was hanging all over the man last night being touchy feely at dinner and calling him "Sweetie" and "Honey". The whole time her protestations about not liking him and not really wanting to be with him ringing in my ears.

Make me gag. She doesn't even like this guy! Bob and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

After dinner we all went back to the apartment and played some Elvis Uno (very fun). Flavor, as it turns out has the personality of a wet mop. Nothing. The rest of us were having a blast with the game and just hanging out. Not Flavor. He was taking the whole thing waaaaay too seriously. The entire night Marti was telling me he wasn't staying over, no way is he staying over, blah, blah, blah. Uh yeah right. I've known my room mate for too long. Sure enough, when I got back from taking Bob home at 10 Flavor was still there. Just like he was still there when I left for work this morning. Whatever. When I went home between Job #1 and Job #2 we had a conversation about how she needs to end it with him. I told her point blank it wasn't fair to him or her if only one of them was into the relationship. I've come to the conclusion that my room mate is one of those girls that ruins the good guys and I am the girls that usually comes along right after. Blah.

From the, what the hell? bureau if you haven't heard about Sausagegate yet, read this. I don't know what this world is coming to when a harmless italian sausage and its friends can't run a friendly race without being terrorized by a mediocre baseball player. Also, this just in from our this guy needs to get a life bureau (quoted in the same story):

Josee Meehan of the National Hot Dog and Sausage Council was pleased by all the attention.

“I think it probably raised awareness that there are all types of sausages out there. But I had no idea you could race them,” Meehan said. “We were talking about it in the office today, about which one would win. We thought it probably would be the hot dog, because it’s leaner than the other ones.”

Talked to the hottie newbie a little bit. Found out we share a common bond, he graduated from Ship. Granted it was this year, but it was a starting point. We both discussed the good times at Happy Hour at the G-Man...ahhhh. Good times. Good times.