If I Were a Rich Man

I've come to realize over the years of my adulthood that unless I win the lottery, I will probably never be rich. And I rarely play the lottery, therefore my chances of hitting a jackpot are slim to none (not that they'd be much better even if I did play the lottery). Most of the time, I'm okay with the idea of a future with not a lot of money. However, there are sometimes when an opportunity arises in life that requires a lot of money to fulfill, and those are the times I envy the mega-rich. For instance, the other day, my mom's friend got in contact with her to ask if any of her kids would be interested in purchasing a season ticket license for the Steelers. Now, if you live in Pittsburgh, or another city where football is popular, you know the difficulty of obtaining a season ticket license. I am on the waiting list for season tickets, but I don't think I'll reach the top for another 40 years, if ever. So, when my mom told me of the offer, I obviously asked for more details. And here they were: the seat license cost over 10 grand, and the actual season tickets were another 1,500 or so. I don't even have 10 grand in the bank, even if I were to have a moment of temporary insanity where I would spend my savings on the Steelers. So, obviously I had to pass up the opportunity, and it was/is quite disappointing. Hopefully in a few days or so, though, with my mind being boggled from the insanity that is LOST, as well as a few other thoughts streaming through my mind, I will get over the disappointment and get back to the status quo.

He's Just a Boy Who Can't Say No

I called Guy on my way home from work today, only to hear some devastating news. Someone from Bethel Park football called and convinced Guy to buy yet another book full of pizza coupons. We bought a book last year and have barely used any of it because either the coupons entail buying a huge amount of pizza or you have to pick the pizza up (or it's from a gross pizza place like Italian Village). So, after chastising Guy for essentially wasting $24.95, I decided to let him off the hook. After all, I know he has trouble turning people down when they solicit him. However, my solution to the problem would be to encourage Guy to sharpen his nay-saying skills to prepare him for his inevitable future encounters with people who want to sell him something he doesn't need. His solution? He's never going to answer the phone ever again.