I'm Feelin' Lucky

*Read this post to the bottom, cuz there might just be 1,000 bucks in it for you.*

For the last 6 months, I've been pumping breastmilk 2-3 times a day in the lactation room at work. Nothing exciting ever really happens to me in the lactation room. Until recently....

The first incident happened last Thursday. I had just placed my boobs into my Madela Pump-in-Style breastsheilds, cranked up the pump, and opened the latest People magazine to catch up on important celebrity gossip, when over the loudspeaker I hear:

Attention! Attention! An emergency has been reported in the building. Please cease operations and exit the building immediately using the nearest exit or fire exit. Attention! Attention! An emergency has been reported in the building...

My first instinct, honed by years of grade school fire drills, was to flee immediately. But then I remembered that I work for a government agency, where someone is always setting off the smoke alarm by accidently burning popcorn in the microwave. So I kept on pumping. Cause I'm not gonna let burned popcorn prevent me from getting liquid gold to my baby. (As you might have guessed, I'm OK. There was some type of fire, but no injuries reported. Probably someone left their coffee mug warmer on all day and it blew a fuse or something.)

So then this week, I'm pumping away in the lactation room again...and the entire building's power goes out. I'm like what the f---? So there I am in complete darkness. As there were no windows in the room, I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. However, luckily the pump was still going strong. Apparently, the engineers who designed our building decided that back-up power would be really important to have in the lactation room. You know, just in case this type of situation should occur. So I just kept on going and was totally proud of the fact that I pumped for 5 minutes, removed my breastshields, capped my milk bottles, and packed away my pump in utter darkness without losing a single drop of milk. Talk about skill. Next time I'm at a meeting and they're doing one of those icebreakers where they ask you to share something about yourself, I'll have something new to say: "Hi, I'm Mommy off the Record, and one of my talents is assembling and dissasembling a breast pump with my eyes closed."

Anyway, I know what you're thinking. Where does the $1000 bucks come in? Well, I'm feeling pretty darn lucky to have escaped two semi-emergencies in the lactation room within such a short timeframe. I mean, what are the chances that I would be caught off guard not once but twice with my boobs in breastshields and lived to tell about it?

So, in honor of this lucky streak, I want to play the lotto. I never play, but now I've got that lucky feeling. And I'd like your help. I want you to suggest one number--your lucky number, your birthday, whatever--and I will put the numbers together in the order I receive them and then play them next week. If I win more than $50,000 playing one of your numbers, then I will give you $1000. The only rule is that you can't give the same number that someone else has. Oh yeah, and the number has to be between 1 and 56.

(And no, this is not some lame ditch effort to get comments. Well, it kinda is, but I will play your numbers. Pinky swear.)