The Luck Of The Draw

I am not what you would call a lucky person. I have always hoped I was, but well, things just seem to conspire to thwart me. Still when attending a charitable fund raiser, or going to a group conference, I always buy raffle tickets. Not because I expect to win, but because I always want to support the organization.

Recently, we went to the North American Teckel Club show so that Greta could be rated by the German judge. I bought some merchandise with the NATC logo on it, and I bought raffle tickets. I left the show after Greta’s papers were signed for the long drive back to New Hampshire, but before the raffle was held. And this time, I WON!

What did I win? A bright fluorescent orange hunting vest! Now I know that there are some of you who wouldn’t see the use for this, but for me, living in a heavily wooded area of New Hampshire, the vest is perfect during hunting season, so I am not mistaken for a Moose! I love it. I plan to take my old fluorescent vest and make smaller ones for Fritz and Greta.

I did believe that this was some sort of anomaly and that I would probably go for the rest of my life without winning another thing. This was okay with me, because I felt happy to have won, just once in my life.

Last Saturday was a Christmas Fair at the Greek Church that my next door neighbor attends. I went to support her church, and as always, bought raffle tickets. And again, I got a call. I WON! This time I won a cute Santa Elf decoration for the shelf. He’s really rather large, and adorable and I am pretty happy about this.

More than anything, I can’t believe I am winning anything at all! Hubby had me check the two lottery tickets he had purchased for the Saturday night drawings. Not one number. I told him that I think it must be that I need to be the one buying the ticket for the magic to work.

In the meantime, I’m looking for another church Christmas Fair to attend and a raffle to enter. I wonder if this is what it’s like when you win in Vegas?