First, I’d pay off all my student loans (and maybe those of my favorite people too) and pay my brother’s college tuition for the next four years; probably my cousin’s too eventually, but he’s only 16 now. I’d pay off my parents home, and have it remodeled to their desire, buy myself a house and everyone in the family new cars but dad (his car is only 3 months old) maybe he’d like a boat instead. Then I’d donate 5 million to the University of NH under the stipulation that some of the $ goes towards putting left-handed desks on the left most isle seats in the four biggest lecture halls and that they give the rest out as needs-based scholarships. After that I’d get my masters in Education and open my own early-ed arts and literature program for preschoolers and kindergartners. Oh, and I’d get some new pets, since I’d be able to have a big enough yard to get the grows-up-to-weigh-200-lbs tortoise I fell in love with, and my ferret could use a few buddies. And I want a weimeraner. After that, who knows? I bet I’d have a great electronics collection, though.
No way I could spend that much. Ever. I think about half would go to charitable causes, and to family and friends.
Set up an income for myself, and travel, and just do whatever I want to do. I’d probably have to buy a company so I could work when I want to work.
Other than that, I’d sit about and make quilts and get pedicures 
First of all, I’d buy every car that I’ve wanted for my entire life.
These in particular:
Porsche 911 GT1 Evolution
Ferrari Testarossa
Jaguar XJ220
Lamborghini Diablo SE30 Jota
Ferrari F60
McLaren F1 GTR Longtail
Koenigsegg CC
I’d keep them shiny and polished and safe in the garage of my new house in Florida, beachside in Miami. I’d take my boyfriend with me, but I’d order him out every now and then so I could fly ShibbOleth, Spyderman, Qwertyasdfg and TN*hippie in for hot and steamy one-night stands.
I’d pay off all my parent’s debt, and buy them anything they needed.
I’d get myself a new and better computer.
Hell, I’d buy a computer company.
Albeit a small one.
I don’t know what I’d do with the rest though.
Maybe fund medical research for…something…stupidity, is that a medical condition? Can it be cured?
So, my 2 cents.
Hey, I hit the Powerball!
Unfortunately, I missed the other five numbers. But hey, it’s $3!
If I had hit the big one, though:
I’d try to stay anonymous for as long as they would let me. I’m sure they have some clause in there that gives them the right to my name and likeness, etc., so I’m sure it wouldn’t be very long.
I’d set everyone in my extended immediate family up with a million each, and have it invested for them. (No, I don’t trust any of them.) I’d tell them not to come to me for any more, unless any of them want to go to college.
I’d give enough to the UK Medical Center for them to name the new Women’s Health building after me.
I’d buy the family a big-ass house down on Lake Cumberland.
I’d split the rest between investments for myself (enough to provide a tidy sum) and a charitable trust, donating to whatever causes I felt needed it at the time. With the remaining few million, I’d have a massive spending spree–walls of guitars, nice furniture, badass computer, quality stereo, CD Central’s entire inventory, etc.
Then (and this was the big question as we were discussing this at the bar earlier this evening) I’d finish med school, and go ahead to do my residency. I enjoy what I do enough that I couldn’t give it up just because I didn’t need the money. I’d probably buy out my Eastern KY service commitments, not because I don’t want to practice there but so that they can offer the money to someone else. I might not practice full time once I got finished, but I would definitely stay with it.
Dr. J
While you’re at it, spring for the black helicopter.
I’d buy that troll doll I’ve had my eye on for so long.
I would fund an enquiry into what “constitution principles” are.
And then I would become a heroin addict.
beck, if you live in California, you can play Powerball?
Ah, a woman after my own heart! What a wonderful way to meet all the friends I’ve not yet seen the faces of, and see again the friends I miss!!!
Ignoring the practical, like lawyers and such that should come first, here’s a short list of my plans…
Pay off all the past bills, buy a nice house and a nice car and live in a nice neighborhood.
Pay off my immediate family’s bills so they don’t have those worries any more.
Buy each set of parents a house wherever they’d like to live.
Give a hefty chunk of the change to my immediate family (both sets of parents, sister, and both brothers), as well as to Home of the Braves and lurkernomore.
Make sure Home of the Braves has the most beautiful wedding ever.
Make sure my sister’s wedding is everything she wants it to be. (a little harder, since hers is closer than HotB’s wedding is, so a lot of things are already set)
Buy a NASCAR team.
In my new house, make sure I have the ultimate computer room (with T1, of course), the ultimate music room, an awesome TV and stereo system… Just do it up right!
A certain Doper friend would have no more financial worries and would make the trip to NY that I told her I would try to get her.
The rest… I guess it would just be used as needed, when needed.
Well, apparently I would have to get a luxury box at RayJ and then fly ladyfoxfyre in every week so we could discuss Monte Kiffin’s defensive strategies at great length. 
And of course the first truly international Dopefest with expenses paid for all comers.
First I’d get a good lawyer and sue my relatives for the money they owe my father. Then I’d build a nice big almost-mansion on 30 wooded acres with a lake in front, and an underground garage. I figure that would cost 10 million. Then I would buy a:
2002 Corvette Z06
2002 Ferarri 360 Modena
1967 L88 Corvette
1962 Red/Red Corvette (for dad)
1995 Corvette ZR1
2003 Dodge Viper GTS
I figure that would cost about 1.5 million for those… Then I’d invest/save the rest.
[ignoring that the closest PowerBall state is Louisiana, or mebee DC]
Buy my church a really nice piece of land, before it goes commercial. Our present site is tiny and land-locked. Oh, and enough to build with, too.
Move my parents into a really nice ALF*, my Dad doesn’t get around so well since his stroke a few years back. And it would give Mom a break.(* [sub]That’s Assisted Living Facility, not alien life form[/sub])
Some cars/homes/travel stuff.
Buy the SciFi Network. Or at least the rights to… Start making new MST3K episodes. Since I’d have s…loads of money, would buy some (half-way) good SF movies for Mike (or whoever we get for MST4K) and the bots to riff on. (Nominations accepted.) Hire my Program Selection Team from the SDMB. (Execept for that guy that doesn’t like the SciFi Net - give him a life-time membership to Blockbuster, then he can rent the stuff he likes.)
Buy the rights to “2001: A Space Odyssey” and have it reformated for I-Max - I am so pissed that MGM (or whoever) didn’t do this for release this year.
As with some others, I’m probably in the hole now, but it was fun.
Well, its over and my morning coffee group didn’t win. Cancel the purchase offer on the manor house outside Ennis, Ireland. Project hexes on the guy who did win. Go to work on Monday.
Howyadoin,
You are 114 times more likely to be killed by a dog than of hitting Powerball.
-Rav
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You know, even though I’m not a NASCAR fan, I like this idea. You could have just a plain white car, maybe a number on the door, but with no other markings. It would definitely stand out from the ad-encrusted competition.
Nah, the plain white car thing has been done (of course, more for the reason that they didn’t have a sponsor than just because they could). But I could have it painted some wild, outlandish color, and not put anything other than the manditory stickers (Goodyear et. al), and THAT would certainly stand out!
The dream used to be that I was going to go to every Winston Cup race (and drag lurker along and make him watch it with me from the tower :p), but I thought “With that much money, why only GO to the races? Let it work for a me a little here!!!”
Hire a team of talented scientists to genetically engineer talking cats for me; and if they were really good, maybe they could bring my Grandfather Arthur Blackwood back from the dead, too.
The lotto is a tax on those who can’t do math.