Georgia Lottery

Ok so, you heard about the girl in South Fulton who won $72 Million in the Georgia Lottery, right? Well, just in case you haven’t (Evelyn) here’s a quick recap.


This Marcia chick’s boyfriend wanted some chocolate, or so he said (what man all of a sudden has chocolate cravins?). She told him to get a lottery ticket while he was at the store. He just so happened to purchase what turned out to be the winning ticket. So my question is, how does SHE get to claim the money and now begin to plan for her dream wedding since they have now been dating for seven years?

Here’s my theory: dude has seven children by nine different women and doesn’t want them beating down his door to get back child support OR dude is married and doesn’t want his wife to know that he won the money.

With that being said, my prediction is that the way this will play out will be an even bigger story than her winning the lottery. I’m sure Marcia has threatened to tell his wife everything if he doesn’t cooperate with her.

My second question is why would you go on television to tell the world that you are now a millionaire? Now every cousin, aunt, uncle and step-sibling you forgot you had will be knocking on your door and every friend you ever dumped will be hitting you up on FaceBook. And like 77% of all lottery winners, you will be broke again in three years. “A fool and his money are soon parted.”

Evenso, I wish her luck and pray that someone will talk some sense into her and give her some good financial advice. AND good relationship advice, like this: Honey, if he ain’t married you in seven years, he doesn’t want to marry you, period. Good Luck, Marcia.

In Spy a You

What inspires you? Who is your inspiration?  I'll give you a second to think about it.  Don’t take too long, I have stuff to do.

 I'm sure you came up with a couple of different things, but what I hope is at the top of your list is You.

You should be your biggest  inspiration, your own motivation, your best selling story, your own morning glory.

Remember when you were dating that guy and he was at that place with the people and he did that thing?  Remember that? And remember how you left the situation without forcing that thing into his body part that would have made that stuff ooze out of his body? Remember how you didn't do that?  You went home and told yourself you would be fine. Of course there was also alcohol, ice cream, doughnuts, and lots of tissue involved. And you kept using up battery life from talking to friends and family overnight. And you did finally find that old Bible that Aunt Charmaine gave you when you were 7 and you drew pictures in it because you thought Jesus should have boots instead of sandals. But you got through that ordeal. YOU got through that. You were able to get out of bed, go to work, do your job (well ACT like you were doing your job), hold conversations with people you don’t even like and get through your day. You were able to get over the pain and frustration and get on with your life. YOU did that. Not your kids. Not your mom. Not your pastor. They may have helped and encouraged, but you did it. You motivated yourself. You inspired you.

So what’s holding you back now from taking that next step towards what you want to do next?  You. That’s right, you can inspire yourself, or you hold yourself back. It’s all up to you.

By the way, this was all me talking to myself. I need to get off my azz and do what I need to do to get where I want to be. If you have found something that helped you, that’s cool. But I really did this for me. I’ll help you later.