Winning numbers

We won the lottery! A whole $7! Three numbers, no Powerball. Oh well.  Made back a little bit of the  money spent… can’t complain about that.

Truth be told, I don’t care to win the whole big shebang. I would just like to win enough to put myself and my husband on the right track career-wise. I’d like to have enough to get all the camera gear I could possibly need, and I’d love to have enough for my husband to get all the gear he could want. Recording gear. New keyboard goodies. All of it.

And I wouldn’t mind enough left over to have a nice down payment on a new house. One with studio space for both of us. That would rock.

But… I find I am much more satisfied making my own money. Earning everything we have. I don’t want to have it all handed to me at all. I just wouldn’t be opposed to a little boost… a little kick in the right direction. $7 doesn’t exactly do it, but I’ll take it with a smile and be thankful. Seven IS a lucky number after all…

Delivery!

Growing up in a small town, pizza delivery didn’t exist. I’d read in books about it. I’d see it on TV. But for us? NOPE! The local Pizza Hut did not offer delivery at all, though you could do carry-out.

When I “moved to the city,” I have to admit that delivery was something I was excited to have as an option. I could finally order a pizza and have it come to me… never having to even get out of my pajamas.

We did that this afternoon. Our cupboard and refrigerator are quite bare, and we just haven’t taken the time to replenish. So ordering a pizza today was just as much necessity as it was being lazy.

As I munched on my slice of pizza, I thought about how our supper was not an option to me as a kid. But it also hit me…

In the six years I’ve lived “in the city” I’ve probably ordered pizza delivery 5 times, with two of those being upon moving and just not having time to cook amid the boxes holding all of our stuff. So maybe… maybe not having delivery as a kid was that big of a deal. We probably wouldn’t have used it much anyway!