Luck of the Irish

Tonight, it happened again...I won a raffle prize-yawn. I know what you're saying, "I never win anything." I can't help it-it's in my genes. My dad was the same way-he was half Irish and everyone in Dubuque where I grew up said he had the luck of the Irish. I inherited the trait. It was embarrasing how often Daddy would win raffles-especially when they were work-related or with his many volunteer groups like the Knights of Columbus. I'm the same way. I'm shocked when I got to events and don't win. I always enter those cheesy things that say, leave your card, you could be eligible for a prize or buy a raffle ticket (incidentally doesn't seem to matter if I buy one or 10 tickets). Among my prizes: a TV, spa treatments, a cell phone, a designer purse, wine, gift basket, clothes and tonight a trip to Canada from the tourism board. This is a real prize-not those stupid "free" trips you get in the mail-throw them away! My colleague that attends Chamber events with me refuses to buy a raffle ticket or put his card in the hat for a free prize because he knows I'll win. My thrifty husband is very jazzed about my lucky streak -he makes sure we buy raffle tickes, enter our business cards at events, and fill out those pesky cards, but he doesn't understand why I don't win on that rare occasion. I can't explain it-the lottery doesn't work for me and neither does Vegas-just like my dad-it's all about raffles.
Unfortunately my winnings are just extras-they don't pay the rent-so I have to get back to work now. The good news is being a winner-no matter how small time-sure makes life more fun!