Sunday, March 29, 2009
If I were disgustingly rich I would travel incessantly. A few years ago I would have bought a motorcycle, but some dreams you just have to let go of. I would like to see exotic lands such as Thailand and Peru, and romantic countries like Spain, Italy, and Greece. I would do this in my private jet, which is fully staffed. When not traveling, I would relax at one of my several palatial estates high up in the Grand Tetons of Wyoming, somewhere on the Keys of Florida, perhaps in Vermont. During those relaxing times I would enjoy a variety of music including ballads, blues, rock, classics, music I can dance to. Oh yes, I would have a personal trainer who is adept in choreography. My children would come and go as they please; I would have dozens of dogs and horses - a breed for every mood. As a disgustingly rich lady I would create a home for children, of all nations, who are in need of shelter and food. I would ask only one thing of them in return: to tell me what they learned that day, before going to sleep at night. Being rich is a dream these days. The economy is faltering and our state of the union is up for debate. I can only hope and pray that our state of financial unrest is temporary and that the dream each of us have is realized.