In games where it involves gambling, I have never met a more unlucky person than me.  I never win anything.  Maybe that's a blessing, maybe my curse.  On the one hand, I'm no gambler.  I'll never have a problem developing an addiction to THAT.  On the other, although I've come to accept my unlucky fate, there is some primal part of me that holds onto a whisper of hope and from time to time, I'll buy a ticket for something.

I think once I won a mesh farmers hat.

So I decided to try my luck and buy a ticket for the Children's Wish Home Lottery.  I just squeaked in under the deadline.  You know when your gut just tells you to do something, it would probably be wise if you ignored it, but sometimes you do it anyhow...holding onto that hope.

So I didn't win the house.  Or thousands of dollars.  But I did bring home 500 bones!!!  YAY!  I figured that since I never got a phone call, I probably didn't win anything.  But then the lady from my bank called me and asked if I was the Michell in the paper.  Yes, they spelled my name wrong.  So I frantically searched for my ticket and after having given up, it materialized right before my eyes.  Funny how that happens. 

And, yep!  My ticket matches the misspelled version of Michell Gareau in the paper.  That brings me to my other reason for writing today.  Why is it that every time I've ever had my name in the paper, it is misspelled?  Is there some kind of mind-fucking aura surrounding my name that makes the editor's fingers too fat to type so that it can never be published properly?  I was in the paper for the first time when I was 5.  I made one of those stupid little weather drawings that they used to put beside the forecast way back when.  I think they spelled it Michlel or something like that. 

There may be hope for my luck, but as far as actually having my name printed correctly, I give up.  I guess it doesn't matter, I still have the winning ticket, don't I?  They can call me Guido if they want, as long as they hand over the cash.  :)