Did I tell you guys that I won a progressive jackpot in Vegas? It's quite the story. Set your ass down & read for a sec. Let me tell you how this went down.

I had a business trip in Vegas, so I brought my husband with me, why the heck not? It's a cheap vacation for us! We decided to use our "comps" from the last time we were there, and ended up getting $100 free gaming chips at the New York New York. Now - I don't know if you're familiar with the free gaming chip, but the way it works is they give you one $100 chip, that can only be used for gaming. You can't cash it in, and you can only use it on table games. No problem. We went to the Roulette table, and I plunked the chip down on black. Well - black won... so I doubled my money. I picked up the new chip, and left the free chip on black. Black called again. COOL!! I'm up $200, and I haven't even spent any of my REAL money!! Bonus! So, now I switched the free chip to red, and the damn thing won again. At this point, the roulette dealer (spinner? caller?), jokingly told me that with my luck, I ought to bet it full on a number. So what the heck... it's free money anyway. I plunked it down on "00". Guess what. "00" hit. So by the time I stopped my screaming & hollering, the guy had counted out $3600 in REAL money for me. I was ecstatic! It just couldn't get any better. So I gave my husband some of the new money, and cashed in one of the $100 chips I had just won. Then I headed to the progressive jackpots, and started to play, at $10 a pull. And I won. I won $27 million!!! HOLY CRAP. You should have heard all the bells & shit sounding off. The casino people came and congratulated me and took the machine I was playing out of commission. Apparently, they check it to make sure that I didn't gizmo it up or anything. But it checked out ok and my husband & I were "comped" a free room in the expensive suite!! We were so pumped! I have never been so excited in my life! Anyway.. we called my parents and told them to get on the next plane there, and told them that we had tickets at the counter with their names, & my kids. All they had to do was pick up the tickets.

So my parents got there & we told them the good news. I told them I was going to quit my job and I was going to be able to stay home with the kids. We started making plans to move to Austin, cause we have a lot of friends & family there. Then I called my boss. The phone rang, and rang and rang and then she picked up, but the phone kept ringing... and .. and... SHIT!!! It was my alarm clock, and I had to wake up!!

Oh man. I was so distraught. I actually cried! I had it all! Shit shit SHIT!

I never remember my dreams. NEVER! So. I've been upset about this all day. And now I've decided I want to blame someone for being so upset. And I've come up with the perfect person to blame. His name is Michael. I think I'll blame him for this dream that I actually REMEMBERED. You see, just last week Michael blogged about dreams, and I responded that I never ever remember my dreams. Michael felt sorry for me. Well. Now I feel sorry for ME!

Good God what a bummer it was to wake up this morning & be poor again. Probably tonight I'll remember a dream again and it'll be me winning the Mega Lottery...

Shit. I hate ups & downs.

norman