Okay, so I’ve been promising a big update for a while now, so I think it’s about time.
So I left the UK on the third of September and traveled for 21.5 hours to reach the house of my childhood. Anticipating my arrival, my wonderful parents had done me the courtesy of setting up the spare room for me so that I could get a good night’s sleep. Sadly, that first day, I only managed a few hours before awaking and promptly getting ill.
The next few days I concentrated on buying a car. I quickly found myself a lovely turquoise Geo Prism from 1995, which cost me just under $3,000 including taxes, registration and license plates. Happily kitted out in a swish new ride, I began attending job interviews and sending my resume out to as many places as possible. The bites I was getting all turned out to be sales jobs, which for me isn’t so great, since I hate sales jobs. But money is money, and I was running low, so I eventually accepted a position at the local newspaper as a travelling ad salesperson. BIG MISTAKE.
I also in the last two weeks found that my brother’s girlfriend (a girl I actually graduated high school with!) knew that the second floor apartment in her building was on the market to be rented. So I called her landlord and set up a viewing. Though the place is very old fashioned (dark wood floors, dark wood doors, and mint green paint!), I thought it had character. It is comprised of three rooms, a large kitchen, a large living room, and a large bedroom, as well as a lovely set of stairs leading down to a medium sized foyer, which THEN leads to a very large enclosed front porch. I took it immediately, and though the rent is fairly steep for the area, I think I got a good deal.
I picked up the keys at the end of last week, and I decided to spend my Saturday moving into it. I had a wedding shower to attend in the early afternoon, but my little brother was perfectly happy to help me carry what MINIMAL furniture I had later in the day. For the record, I had a bed. And that is all.
I enjoyed the wedding shower very much, and I was super excited to see 5 of my very best friends from high school (including the girl who’s shower it was). We all reminisced and re-bonded, and it was soon clear that we NEEDED to hang out more. The weather on the day was terrible. Rain poured all day long, and I realised after a couple of hours that I wouldn’t be able to move after all, so I called my brother to cancel.
Without any plans any longer, I was invited (along with the rest of the gang) to come up to Salamanca in New York and go to the Seneca casino with my friends. I was going to be one of the designated drivers, but sadly we quickly realised that one of my headlights was out. D’oh! Instead, we took two cars up there, and upon arrival, I took $40 that I’d got for babysitting my neice and step-nephew and invested it in the slot machines.
In the first machine I tried, I won $8. Another roll, another $8. The third roll, I won $10. It continued like this until I eventually got greedy and wound up with close to $5 left!
As we were all hungry, we went upstairs to one of the fine dining restaurants and had some food. The six of us chatted and were quite happy to be together again, and for the third time of the evening, I suggested that we should make a casino pact - if any of us won big, we should split the winnings six ways. If I’m being honest, I didn’t REALLY mean that we should split it. I simply didn’t believe that any of us would win any big money! And everyone laughed and told me they wouldn’t be sharing any winnings with me.
So imagine my surprise after dinner when we went back down to the casino. Brookie, Alicia, Ryan and Amanda all wanted to go play the poker tables, which had a minimum bet of $10. Wendy and I decided to go by ourselves over to the non-smoking room of the casino and find the penny machines. We did a circuit to see what machines were on offer. Wendy wanted the 1 cent machines, but I found a 5 cent machine which I deemed “feels lucky.” So Wendy begrudgingly sat down next to me and put her money in a machine.
I had little money left, but I figured I could make it go up again if I played the Max Bet. So I pulled the lever, and I lost. I pulled again, and I was down to 76 cents. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled one last time. This time it was a win.
A big win.
A $5,000 win.
I didn’t believe it at first. The machine tells you how many POINTS you win, and it said 100,000. Wendy said you divide the points by the bet (5 cents) and it gives you how much you won. She said, “Katie, I think you just won the Jackpot. $5,000.”
“No way. It is probably just $50.”
The money continued to go up…
“Okay… maybe it’s $500…”
Up some more.
“Wendy, I think I just won a LOT of money.”
“Katie,” she said. “You won the JACKPOT.”
“Wendy,” I said. “I won the Jackpot!”
By this point, the lights were flashing and people were coming up to me congratulating me. A message popped up on the screen telling me to call for an attendant to come give me my payout. So I hit the service button and waited. No one came. The rules in the casino are clearly posted everywhere: If the machine breaks, you don’t win the money. I tried to send Wendy to go find someone, but she was afraid to leave me alone in case someone tried to steal my win.
So we tried calling Brookie and the rest of the gang… but we got no answer. So I called my dad. I wanted to tell someone.
“I could hardly hear him over the noise of the casino, but I said, “Daddy. I just won $5,000.”
He was quiet for a few seconds and then very calmly said, “Well that’s good. Congratulations.”
“I just thought I’d let you know.”
“Well good. Be careful driving home.”
I love my dad.
Anyway, eventually the attendant came over to take my information. There was slight concern because my drivers license is in my married name, my social security card is in my maiden name, and the form I filled out had my NEW address on it, while my license had my parents address on it. So we had to get a few things straight. The man finally told me to wait there while he went and got my money for me.
As he went away, Wendy and I spied Brookie and the gang walking in to the room. I began waving frantically, and Wendy ran over to them and told them the news. With disbelief, they all came running over. Seeing that we spoke the truth, they began congratulating me excitedly, and Amanda grabbed the machine next to mine and began funneling money into it.
A few minutes later a gaggle of casino reps came over and made a big show of counting me out the money in cash, and I got all my friends to stand with me while they took our picture for their “Recent Winners” slide show.


(L-R: Ryan, Amanda, Me, Wendy, Brookie, Alicia)
After that, everyone realised that the odds of another in our group winning big was slim to none. So we decided to go home. I gave each of my friends $50 as a thank you for a great night.
Amazingly, this money came at the exact right time for me. Having to move into my house within days, I was finally able to buy myself some furniture for my new abode.
So I am the proud new owner of a flatscreen tv and dvd player, a GORGEOUS green velvet couch, a laptop computer, a table and chairs, a mahogany dresser, a Martha Stewart kitchen island and loads of decorations.
Yee haw!
On Tuesday night, I spent my first night alone in the new place. It was scary, but good good fun. I was able to get my phone and internet connected very quickly, and though I don’t yet have cable, I am very happy with my current setup.
This last week has been the luckiest of my life. Besides winning the money, EVERYTHING that I bought for my house came up either on sale or FREE.
And that job that I accepted as a salesperson? With my rent paid for the next few months, I no longer have to take it. I am now free to find a job I’ll actually love. AND I can afford to have my husband fly out to see me in November for Thanksgiving and our 5 year wedding anniversary.
God works in mysterious ways. And I know there is SOME power out there right now doing everything to help me out.