Adventures of a Midwestern Girl in Sunny, Sunny California

Steve has some of the worst luck of anyone I’ve ever known. From the extreme badness at his FPOW to the day a G-D-SUV took off his side-view mirror while he was driving to a meeting with a friend who would win the evening’s prize – a PlayStation 2, we often speculate about just who he was and what he did in a past life to make his luck as bad as it is. I, on the other hand, typically have really good luck, so I’ve balanced his out a little bit. We haven’t won yet, but on the few occasions that we buy a Lotto ticket, I always buy it with money from my wallet because we KNOW we won’t win if Steve buys it.

One of the nice things about his current POW is the Giving Campaign they do every October wherein people are encouraged to donate their time and money to the charities of their choice. There are events all month long for people to participate in. Right at the end of the month, one of Steve’s co-workers (T) arranged the Day of Pink to raise money for breast cancer research. We pulled a pinkish shirt out of Steve’s closet (he insists it’s not pink; it’s salmon) and off he went. Some of his co-workers painted their fingernails pink or had their heads shaved as the donations for the day hit certain levels.

Then, at the end of the day came the raffle. Steve almost didn’t put his ticket in for the drawing because he didn’t really even want the prize, but T insisted. And wouldn’t you know it, he WON! Of all the possible things that he could win, what, do you suppose, would be the least useful or desired, the most unsuitable prize for Steve???

He won a ride on a Harley! He showed up to pick me up that evening sporting a leather Harley vest over his pink button-down shirt. I swear he looked like a Macho Man headed straight to the YMCA.

He went on the actual ride a few days later.