What would you do if you won the lottery?

Who’s got their Cuban Coke dealer on speed dial?

While working an undercover prostitute sting operation in a nightclub to arrest a pimp named Neptune, Miami-Dade Police detectives James “Sonny” Crockett and Ricardo “Rico” Tubbs receive a frantic phone call from their former informant Alonzo Stevens. Stevens reveals that he is leaving town, and, believing his wife Leonetta to be in immediate danger, asks Rico to check on her. Crockett learns that Stevens was working as an informant for the FBI but has been compromised.

I’m just playing, that’s actually the plot of Miami-Vice.

I’m pretty sure I’d start by paying off everything on my credit report.

Now here’s some straight Harry your a wizard sh*t…

I have debt that magically appears daily from 20 years ago. According to US Federal Law, The Fair Debt Collection Practices Act (FDCPA) is the main federal law that governs debt collection practices {As amended by Public Law 111-203, title X, 124 Stat. 2092 (2010)}, I’m stuck in some grey area limbo. Apparently, the amendment made it legal for debts collectors to sell the debt before it expires. Thus, instead of the originally state 7 year debt, you end up with 20+ years of debt.

Click the link, it’s great commode reading. Just boring enough to numb your mind into forgetting the circulation in your legs is non existent after 10 minutes.

Pro-tip- sacrifice a pair of dollar tree knee high woolies (socks, for you non-downhome ‘dialectors’) for a comfortable Tushie all year.

I would purchase land and build a home on it.

It sure would be nice to live once in my adult life, without my neighbors figuratively right on top of me.

I’m not super partial to apartment living. Unfortunately, I can’t afford anything else.

In my travels, I have stayed at beautiful homes for months on end at half the cost I pay for the monthly rent on our stateside Apartment. It’s ridiculous.

No one should have to choose between a home and food, yet every day Americans are.

3. Invest in my children. Sure, I am only 41. Crazy to think that those who signed up to serve their country to serve around September 11, 2001 are now Middle Aged Retirees.

I’m a mother of 3. One, who last year turned 18. To watch their passions and creative minds grow, they have far more potential to do amazing things in this world and I am lucky enough to be their mother.

My job from the word hello was to care, protect and support each one of them. No one had to tell me. The moment I held my first one, it was primal.

Oh, and I would procure all necessary licenses so I do not have to pay retail for a fucking thing anymore.

Last but not least, I would by an owning share in the Las Vegas Raiders and gift it to my honey.

Nothing would make his heart explode more than to truly be a part of the black and silver. His passions ignites fire in those around him, and he embodies the good that the Raiders Nation brings. I’d give him the world, if I could afford.

That’s it for today. Tomorrow I start a new adventure. I’ll do my best to keep up, but be warned… I’ll be posting in the afternoon instead of the morning.

Hope to see all 25 of my loyal likers there. It would also be cool if the other 114 of you that read this abused the like button too.

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