If I won me the lottery...

Anyone know that song by Beth Hart?



The other night while I was laying down with Little d she says "Mom, remember that game Mimi was checking online...those numbers?"



I thought and must have had a puzzled look on my face.



"Those numbers...with that ticket?"



"Oh, the lottery?" I finally caught on.



"Yes, the yah-tery." We're still having trouble pronouncing "L" at the beginning of a word. "I think if we get all that money, I was thinking...Dad...could..."and here her eyes got very big and she sat up in bed"...Dad...could...get FIRED FROM HIS JOB!!!"

I busted out laughing. I just thought that was the cutest way to say that she wanted Dad to stay home. "Sweety, the reason there is so much money is because A LOT of people play the game, but very few actually win. So the chance of us winning would be very small." I failed to add that if we did actually win, D would have to keep working just to pay taxes. tee-hee.

"Well." She said with all the determination of a four year old, "Tomorrow, I am going to get on the computer and I am going to beat all those other people!"

I won't lie, I have thought about winning that much money. (I don't even play, so the chances of me winning...slim.) But here's a funny. My first order of business would not be to build the dream home. My first order of business would be to track down our former family doctor and lure him back to our city. He left here because he wanted to build a low cost clinic and there was not enough support in this community for that. So I would track him down, and offer to build him a free clinic if he would be our on call physician.

He was the type of doctor who called you the next day to see how things were going after a doctor visit. He returned many of his own calls, not relegating them to his nurse. Although God bless her; we also loved Nurse Margaret. The day he had his going away party I made up a basket of snack packs and bottled water for the road. (He was travelling to Amarillo.) We also sent a bouquet of flowers to Margaret. In his thank you note he said that she had been having a rough day and those flowers 'made her day'. In conclusion...he is missed. I trusted him to be knowledgeable and here's a shocker...actually tell us when he didn't know the answer. There are too few doctors who genuinely care for patients, at least here.

Second order of business. Fun! And get that house built. The tricked out version of course!