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If I was a rich girl..........

We just came back from our friends cottage.  Spectacular is the only way I can describe it.  High cathedral ceilings.  Stunning hardwood floors.  Gorgeous "chefs" kitchen with granite counter tops.  Top of the line ski boat.  All the water sport gadgets you could dream of.  Bubbling hot tub....ready to loosen those muscles and heat up every bone in your body.  Plush guest bed that reminded me of the last high-end hotel I stayed at in New York. 
I have tasted the good life.
And now.........I start day dreaming.
"BABY?!!!!!"
He sighs....he knows that tone......"yes dear?" he says in a matter-of-fact way.
"WE NEED TO MAKE MILLIONS!!!!!!"
"Oh really?  WE do???"  he snickers .......knowing that HE is the bread winner of the family.
"YES!!!!  WE do!!!!!"  I yell back.
I am yelling since he is still upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for work and I am downstairs looking at million dollar properties on line. 
What is it about the "good life"  that people love???
Don't they always say "MO MONEY, MO PROBLEMS" 
This is where my husband would say "who sweetie??  who are THEY that say mo money, mo problems??
I don't know.
It's what people are saying.
Anyhoooo.......back to my million dollar issue.
Does money bring happiness or problems????
I sit back on the adirondack chair.....sipping my red wine.  Everyone is giddy.  Telling stories.  Laughing.  Staring at the roaring fire. 
My friend suddently says "But, it is a lot of work.  I mean, sometimes I can't handle it.  It's too much.  The house AND the cottage.  The travelling back and forth.  It gets stressful.  The hubby and I have fought many times over what needs to be done and how quickly to finish it all".
I guess.
But I can't stop thinking about this unbelievable property.
We've just left their place and driving back home.
My head is spinning as my husband and I drive in silence.
As if my husband can read my thoughts, I say, "Honestly though babe....you get ONE life...just ONE LIFE...and you have to make the most of it, eh???"
"Umm....yeah babe."  as usual, he has NO IDEA what I'm talking about!!!
My point is, life is short....and if you can achieve a ton....why not go for it????? 
So now...in addition to one day being in the olympics for Taekwondo......being on the cover of a magazine....singing on stage in front of thousands....I now want to own a million dollar property...WITH  a hot tub........ beside the lake.
I honestly don't think it's that much to ask for!
Eeek.......biography on Richard Branson on tv!  Later skaters!!!!!

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  1. Keithcauston8 August 2012 at 19:46

    I'm going through the same thing now! We just bought a house, and with another baby on the way, I already get cabin fever! I find myself online checking out properties I think I can afford in 5 years. It's probably natural to always strive for more in life, but also important to find contentment I guess.

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