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May. 30th, 2013 06:48 amDuring my time at Uncle Robby's house this whole past month, I managed not to spend any money gambling... mainly, because of a personal rule I have against gambling out of my home state, since most games supposedly can only be redeemed within any states where they apply. There is Powerball and MegaMillion in New Jersey, though, but I only asked Uncle Robby once if I could buy a Powerball ticket, since he had a whole bunch of change between the front seats in his car. He instead bought one himself with his own money, so that made it kinda pointless (not to mention that he and Grandpa Bob had paid for almost everything they bought, even when I offered to pay instead).
To start with, I had $40 in my wallet with which to buy groceries, and there was only one instance in which I actually used any of it on that, although I did one time buy myself a bagel while shopping with Grandpa. By the time I left, I had a ten and two singles left over, plus $1.22 in accumulated change that I would've spent on a Win 4 ticket had we stopped anywhere within New York while driving home. (We didn't.)
Just yesterday, while running some errands with Mom, she drove me to the bank, and I deposited the entire $13.22 into my checking account. Upon coming home and having a nap, I rolled my dice to see what I'd buy next time we went out somewhere, and decided upon Cash Blowout ($5). Not bothering to wait for Mom to leave, I went into the kitchen cupboard to retrieve the required amount in quarters. Being right there, she stopped me.
Later on, while she was having a nap, I brought the jar in the basement up into the dining room. When she woke up, we discussed the whole situation, and I suggested that she either keep both jars in her bedroom closet or combine both of them and bring them to the bank. She took that as an attempt to justify myself and an implication that I have no control over myself, told me that what I'm doing is pretty much like taking money to the well and making a wish, and asked if it was all a mistake to ever get involved with the lottery in the first place. I pretty much told her that the mistake in question was to give me her money to spend on lotto tickets in the first place on at least two occasions. To start with, this whole thing was supposed to be a way to spend only minuscule amounts of my own money that are annoying to carry around but not worth going to the bank just for. She told me that that was exactly why she kept the jars, instead of frittering her money, and as a result, ended up depositing around $200 when she brought it all to the bank right before we drove to Lake Owasco two years ago.
That, in turn, is why I myself had bought a piggybank last December: So that any spare change I have left over or collect wouldn't slide around in my dresser drawer and wouldn't be as easy to simply fish out. So, going back to square one, that leaves me with only cash, gift cards, or any big prizes I might win from either MyCokeRewards or the lottery itself (one card for each prize), which in turn, bring the whole thing down to petty amounts that aren't gonna make a difference in the long run, just like it was meant to be all along. Usually, when I do receive cash (usually in exchange for chores), I'm more likely to bring the whole amount to the bank, unless there's something in particular I'm interested in buying and can buy physically. And, unlike with those two gift cards that Grandma Barbara and Aunt Marie sent me, I'm not gonna make a huge deal out of spending as much as possible with future cards.
To start with, I had $40 in my wallet with which to buy groceries, and there was only one instance in which I actually used any of it on that, although I did one time buy myself a bagel while shopping with Grandpa. By the time I left, I had a ten and two singles left over, plus $1.22 in accumulated change that I would've spent on a Win 4 ticket had we stopped anywhere within New York while driving home. (We didn't.)
Just yesterday, while running some errands with Mom, she drove me to the bank, and I deposited the entire $13.22 into my checking account. Upon coming home and having a nap, I rolled my dice to see what I'd buy next time we went out somewhere, and decided upon Cash Blowout ($5). Not bothering to wait for Mom to leave, I went into the kitchen cupboard to retrieve the required amount in quarters. Being right there, she stopped me.
Later on, while she was having a nap, I brought the jar in the basement up into the dining room. When she woke up, we discussed the whole situation, and I suggested that she either keep both jars in her bedroom closet or combine both of them and bring them to the bank. She took that as an attempt to justify myself and an implication that I have no control over myself, told me that what I'm doing is pretty much like taking money to the well and making a wish, and asked if it was all a mistake to ever get involved with the lottery in the first place. I pretty much told her that the mistake in question was to give me her money to spend on lotto tickets in the first place on at least two occasions. To start with, this whole thing was supposed to be a way to spend only minuscule amounts of my own money that are annoying to carry around but not worth going to the bank just for. She told me that that was exactly why she kept the jars, instead of frittering her money, and as a result, ended up depositing around $200 when she brought it all to the bank right before we drove to Lake Owasco two years ago.
That, in turn, is why I myself had bought a piggybank last December: So that any spare change I have left over or collect wouldn't slide around in my dresser drawer and wouldn't be as easy to simply fish out. So, going back to square one, that leaves me with only cash, gift cards, or any big prizes I might win from either MyCokeRewards or the lottery itself (one card for each prize), which in turn, bring the whole thing down to petty amounts that aren't gonna make a difference in the long run, just like it was meant to be all along. Usually, when I do receive cash (usually in exchange for chores), I'm more likely to bring the whole amount to the bank, unless there's something in particular I'm interested in buying and can buy physically. And, unlike with those two gift cards that Grandma Barbara and Aunt Marie sent me, I'm not gonna make a huge deal out of spending as much as possible with future cards.