Honey, can you run an errand...

Breaking news from the Associated Press: Lottery officials say my husband is much more likely to become filthy rich than most of the rest of y'all.

DES MOINES (AP) - Feeling lucky? You might be if you're a Tim or a Kellie.

Those were the luckiest names for men and women playing Iowa Lottery games since the lottery started in 1985.

The lottery's acting CEO, Ken Brickman, says the agency did a records check to determine the names of people who won prizes of more than $100,000.

So should I change my name to further increase the odds? Nah. I'll spread the luck around, give someone else a chance.

But Tim, you'll need to make a stop on the way home. Those numbers from your last fortune cookie were 3 14 22 29 37. Make 'em count.

Comments

Brianne said…

Ken Brickman? Sounds like a Simpsons character...

Tell Tim to pick up LOTS of lottery tickets!!!

On the other hand, maybe this story was a tricky ruse by the Lottery people to give all the Tims and Kellies of the state false hope....

12:21 PM

Anonymous said…

This is strangely true. I have won the lottery three times, ranging from $125,000 to $23.3 Million\

Timothy Kelly

5:57 PM

Tim said…

I almost bought a ticket at the gas station on the way to work this morning. The prize was only about $15 million. Since it's obvious I'm going to win eventually, I want to win at least $50 million.

7:52 PM

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

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Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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