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Monday, March 16, 2009

The Luck of Stephen not Patrick.

(Programming note – B and I are switching days so part three of her series will be posted on Thursday)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!

In honor of the Irish let’s talk about luck. I don’t have the Luck of the Irish. I wish I did but no, I have the luck of Stephen. By Stephen I mean Even-Stephen. Yes I am fated to always break even. Always.
Saturday morning I bought two $2 scratch tickets with my coffee. I won $ 4. Once in Aruba my DH and I spent $2 each on round trip bus fare into downtown and got $30 in quarters for the slots and we won exactly $34.00.
It happens every time there is extra money; suddenly something will happen out of the blue that takes that exact amount every single time.
It’s a well known family joke, my lot in life. I have accepted it as my universal lesson to learn, to be happy with just enough and never any more.
But I guess I should be happy it is some type of luck, this luck of Stephen. Which I suppose is better than no luck at all and far preferable to bad luck that’s for sure. So I guess it’s not so bad have the Luck of Stephen.
Oh did I mention DH’s name? Well I bet you can guess anyway. ;)

2 comments:

Samantha Kane said...

Um, Bob? George? Ishmael? ;-)

Here's a good luck toast for you:

May those that love you, love you.
And those that don't, may God turn their hearts.
And if he can't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so you'll know them by their limping.

My grandmother had that on a plaque on her wall. It's an old Irish toast. That's Irish good luck. :-D

Barbra said...

*LOL* @ Ishmael!

Funny thing about that luck of yours, Noelle.
I don’t know why or how, but, as Christine put it today at lunch, I lean toward extremes. I am so lucky that things/dreams come true where I thought they’d never ever happen in a million years – but the same moment that happens something really awful happens as well. Like this morning when I got a parking lot at a time where you shouldn’t get one and especially after two other cars were before me and didn’t see it. Then two hours later at uni where I was to meet the prof and get this one book from him that’s supposedly imperative, he’s not there and that oh so important book is locked up in his office.