Powerball Mania

Can I just say that all the piss poor drivers in the world today were at The Party Source in Newport Kentucky, at about 1 in the afternoon. You want to know how I know this? Too bad, I am going to tell you anyway! I was there as well, and every single bad driver was either aiming for my car, or trying to run me down as I walked through the parking lot.

Oh good gawd.

The powerball jackpot is ginormous. So of course, since I am the stay at home mom (read--people think I sit and eat bon bons all day, which may or may not be true. One has to have secrets you know!), and I obviously have nothing better to do, so I can go pick up a bazillion tickets. Aye carumba. I detest going to Kentucky. Nothing against the people who live there, but it is always a nightmare. Today was no exception.

I had the two year old male child with me. It is very interesting taking a young child into what is essentially a huge ass liquor store.

I believe he received an education of sorts today.

Hopefully it was that the cheap liquor is the bad liquor, and mostly bums and college kids buy it. Also that you can see weird old men, who look like they may have been related to Popeye , wandering around, with the---

"I hope I don't piss my pants while I am in here getting my liquid lunch of champions," look on their faces.

On top of the old men, well not literally on top of them, but I am sure some of these attractive leather faced girls would be there but I didn't ask; you have the interesting "working girl" looking chicks. You know, the ones that wear more makeup then clothes, because they "have to look klassy" ?

So today he got to see a huge section of the population a two year old normally never sees. It was interesting. He mostly hid his face in my arm, or more accurately in my boobs. They were at his level while he was in the cart.

Getting out of that place was a nightmare. First, this place is on the corner of "Big Busy Street" and "Tiny But Just As Busy Street". So it is always a challenge to get in and out of there without getting into an accident. To get out of the parking lot, which had a small lake in the middle of it, I had to wait in a traffic line for about 10 minutes. No kidding.

Finally some garbage man held up traffic long enough for the first two cars to get out. I would be the number two car. The twit in front of me decided this moment was the exact right time in her life to obey traffic laws to the fullest. She had a full car length of space between her and the guy in front of her. Meanwhile, my ass is hanging out into the on coming traffic lane, and I am literally praying that I do not get clipped. Every time a car passed, for whatever reason, I would in my seat, lean forward. Yep, like a deranged moron, I would lean forward. As if that would help my ass being out in the other lane. Yeah.

I have never in my life been so happy to see a green light. Except for the twit in front of me, who thought it was a good time for continual brake checking, I managed to get onto the highway fine!

I am just so happy to be back home, waiting for the onslaught of pre-hormonal children! That my friends is a piece of cake, compared to the traffic, caused by Powerball Mania!

:)