The Odds

powerballIn case you haven’t heard, the powerball was won last night. The jackpot was 1.6 billion dollars. That’s one billion, six hundred million dollars. $1,600,000,000. I don’t know about you, but I could live pretty comfortably on that. Even without those last three zeros.

Do you know what the  odds were of winning? Besides next to nothing, of course. 1 in 292,200,000. That’s nearly 1 in every person in the USA. And there were three reported winners! Florida, California, and Tennessee. I have family in Florida, but I haven’t heard anything, yet.

There are odds even more slim than this though. And it’s been successful for over seven billion people.

  • Think of the odds of 30,000 consecutive coin flips ALL landing their edge.
  • The odds of every resident of Alaska sneezing at the exact same time.
  • The odds of 100,000 people all winning that powerball jackpot.
  • The odds of being struck by lightning 1,200 times in one day!

Those are some pretty slim odds, if you ask me. But these odds have all been successful for the 7+ billion people on Earth. These are the odds of you. oprahcar

Yes. You. And you and you and you and you and you.  All of you!

These are the odds of me, too.

It is estimated that 13.8 billion years ago our universe was created. Since that point of singularity, the universe has also been creating you. You are 13.8 billion years in the making.

Then a rocky body developed within the “Goldilocks Zone” of a young star. A sun. Then 3.8 billion years ago, give or take, life started. Then each step of evolution had to lead to human beings. Then you mom and dad had to meet face to face AND go on to have a child. Just the right sperm and egg would have to meet to create you with all your defining characteristics. And that would have had to happen throughout your 50,000 generations of your lineage.

Mathematically the odds of that entire combination is 1 in 10 x 974076. Or for the rest of us, that’s a 1 with nine hundred thousand (900,000) zeros after it. That’s roughly the odds for everything in that bulleted paragraph.

Yet, here we are.

So you probably didn’t win powerball. No need to feel unlucky. The odds of you are FAR greater.

Even greater are the odd of YOU reading MY blog.

Thank you.

L is not for …

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L is not for lawn. It’s still 90% buried in the snow.

L is not for lawnmower. Sure, it might be spring. But here in Atlantic

No lawn here. Nothing to mow... move along now.

No lawn here. Nothing to mow… move along now.

Canada, Mother Nature likes to be temperamental. The snows didn’t start until February this year. Last year, it started in November and lasted until April. We got the same amount of snow as last year, just

over a 3 month period instead of 6. So I won’t be needing the lawnmower for another month.

L is not for ladybugs. See the above and you’ll understand why.

L is not for lucky or lottery. We won’t be winning it any time soon. Our last ticket had 2 out of 25 numbers. Not even close. Not even on the same continent as close.

L isn’t for any of that stuff. Here’s what it could be for…

L is for laughing. Who doesn’t like to laugh? Especially during ticklefests. Bang likes to crawl and lay on our lap and tell us, “run and tickle”. No need to chase him, he’s in our lap. So we tickle away until he tells us to stop. Then tickle again. Then stop. Then tickle again and on and on and on goes the game. Tickle me, don’t tickle me.

L is for lefties. Both boys are lefties. Crash eats, writes, and kicks with his left. This makes life interesting because this causes some of his numbers and letters to be backwards. No matter how much we practice with him 5’s, 6’s, S’s, g’s and a few other random letters still come out backwards when he writes. Bang will be the same because he does everything lefty; eat, write, throw, hit, and kick. Weird, because both DW and I do everything with our right.

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L is for loud. If it’s not their voices it’s their crashes and bangs. If it’s not their crashes and bangs it’s their games. If it’s not their games, it’s their music for their “dance party”.

L is for leaches. That’s what our two boys are. That’s how they get so much energy. They leach it off their mother an I. That would explain why we’re so low on energy and they’re so high.

Bang on the snow bank

Bang on top of the snow bank this morning

My parents are going to be making a trip up this summer. They’re thinking of coming in August. I’m thinking this would be the best time because the snow should be gone by then. Even the boys are sick of the snow and they’ve loved winter and being outside. Now Bang wants a giant vacuum to suck up all the snow and make it summer. I don’t blame him.