For the first 5 years of our marriage I was bound and determined to change that fact through diligence.
Enter my obsession with the Publisher's Clearinghouse.
I just knew, that if I licked enough of those little stamps, and was careful to mark and fill all the right boxes, that I would indeed open my door to find Ed McMahon and the Prize Patrol waiting to shake my hand; Balloons, camera crew, giant check, and all.
You think I am joking... au contraire.
On those extra-large Publisher's Clearinghouse envelopes, it always stated what day the winner would be announced.
I marked my calendar.
I made sure I was home.
And showered. (It was going to be on TV, afterall.)
Unlike the millions of Americans who didn't even notice the coming and going of sweepstakes, I noticed. I knew when I hadn't won.
Eventually I hit upon the fact that I was uncommonly blessed, but not uncommonly blessed with luck. I was okay with that. Happy even.
Then blogging came into my world. And giveaways.
I figured my chances of winning a bloggy giveaway between a few hundred people was so much better than those of the sweepstakes variety. I started entering again. I'm sure I've entered hundreds in the past year and a half.
Didn't win any.
That is, I didn't win any until a few weeks ago. And it was a "Totally Trish" thing to win, too.
If you know me in real life, you know that in real life, I am always in an apron. Always. I have even been caught at the grocery store, park, school, and church in my aprons. I LOVE aprons. Maybe a little too much.
So, when Liz at A Giveaway A Day posted a giveaway from Boojiboo, I naturally entered. And, just as naturally, I expected nothing.
When I got Liz's email stating that I had won, I read it twice, certain that it was a trick of my eyes, but I sent her my address anyway.
I went through my week, trying not to get my hopes too high about receiving my apron, but I couldn't help but remember that it was coming. I didn't want to be overly anxious and check my mail every day, like a girl waiting for her date on the front porch. I wouldn't want to appear... er... desperate. After a few had passed, I decided it was time to check my mail. I'm cool.
I couldn't find the mailbox key.
A few more days went by...
still no mailbox key.
Finally, the day before Shane's birthday, I found it under the driver's seat of my car. Whew.
At last, my very first winning of anything ever was here! I was so excited to find my box from Boojiboo when I checked the mail that I think I did the "I'm a winner!" dance right there in the cul-de-sac.
And here it is, so adorable.
These adorable aprons come in many imaginative fabrics. I liked this one best. It's retro-quirky just like me.
Thank you Liz for hosting fun giveaways, that even the unlucked can luck-out on. Thank you Boojiboo for this beautiful apron! It's already getting used and abused!
Clearly my luck is changing.
I'm off to check the door for Ed McMahon...