I don't play the lottery, and I never really have aside from just picking up a ticket for the Hubs or a random scratch off. However, the economy and the thought of what that money could pay off and pay for makes me think I should become a gambling woman. Lots of people have ways of picking their lucky numbers, playing the same ones over and over again and never changing them. Usually you can count a "lucky number" like the number jersey you wore in t-ball, birth dates, anniversaries, ages, things that are important to you. But I wonder why nobody says, "Yeah.. 14 is the age I lost my virginity, 5 is the number of guys I've slept with, 2 for the pregnancy scares I've had in the past year, 6 STD screenings..." I mean, obviously we keep track of that number so that we know for bragging rights, drunken conversations, and so we know for our own sanity. Even the most conservative person in the world might not tell you that she had a few years in college where she was a virtual bar rat who may or may not have screwed enough guys to earn a place in some Fraternity's Nympho Hall of Fame, but she knows it in the back of her mind. "I lost my virginity at 21, I've slept with x amount of guys, and out of those I've had x amount of them show me or verbally confirm that they had been tested for the usual at a free clinic." So why not use those numbers? It's funny though how some numbers gain more significance as you get older, and some just don't have the same meaning. I know how many people my husband has slept with and vice versa, now at the time that we were dating it was more of a "who is more experienced?" type thing or a way of asking if the friend he had was ever more than just a friend even for an hour or so on a very dizzy night of debachery that neither of them speak about. Now, I could care less. I know he's been with me more times than any other person, and I know that it means something different now in lots of ways. It may not be the first thing we do when we see each other that day or even the first thing we think of between work and dinner, and it may not always have the same purpose, but it's still the two of us and the same chemistry. It's kind of the way that you counted how long relationships lasted when you were single. When a friend was on a 3 month streak, where she dated a guy for 3 months, dumped him and then got another boyfriend who also lasted 3 months, you gave her a nice new nickname with a hidden joke meaning. When you were on a dry spell you moan about how you haven't gotten laid in x amount of weeks/months/and if it goes into a year you talk about how you're practically revirginized! Then you find a new guy, things progress and on the 18th of that month you celebrate another "anniversary" and canoodle about how nice things are and how you need to celebrate by dinner and incorporating something new into your bedroom routine, because nothing says committment like giving your first blow job to commemorate your 4 month anniversary (because doing it at 3 months would mean you're easy, and the fact that on your first official date you spent the night although you technically didn't have full blow sex. You're not trashy!) So now that I'm a Mom and my mind is wasting away by the hour, (I can remember the Letter of the Day on Sesame Street but couldn't tell you the first name of my next door neighbor 45 minutes ago when I saw her outside and said Hi to her and her little girl whatsherface.) it would be easy to just pick numbers for the lottery like "my son's birthday, our anniversary, our ages when he was born, the year we started dating, our first address" becuase most people do family things like you have no other life besides your husband, domestic duties, and children, but I've come up with another idea. What if I take the numbers from Monday thru Friday's episodes of Sesame Street that were the "Number of the Day" and just play them each week on the lotto? Wouldn't that be an ingenius idea! Then when I finally hit that million dollar pay day (which I'd be happy to hit $250,000!) I can say, "I picked them on the Sesame Theory which I'm not going to copyright and sell my idea in a book deal that Oprah is bound to give me." as I mug for the camera. Cha ching! You tell ME how to get to Sesame Street there buddy! |
