Lucky Day
Yesterday was a Lucky day. No.. not a lucky day... a 'Lucky' day. Lucky as in Lucky the duck. A yellow stuffed animal that used to squeak if you squeezed him... well, that was before the boating accident.... but that's another story.
So, I should introduce Lucky. He's my travelling companion - and a great one at that. He hangs with me when I feel like having him around, he never gets jealous of other men - and he comfortably fits in my day pack or can easily be secured by my bra strap in times of travelling turbulence. Occasionally, he used to embarrass me by squeaking at inopportune moments, but he lost his voice after nearly drowning on the Whanganui River in New Zealand- and now (thankfully) is forever silent.
It all started as I was preparing to move to Australia. I was doing last visits before leaving and spent the afternoon with one of my best friends - her and her eight month old baby boy - and his toy duck. It wasn't until I received my goodbye gift that I realised I had spent the whole afternoon making the toy duck squeak. Apparently my girlfriend has as warped a sense of humour as I do and felt that a twin duck was appropriate for me to have as a memento... and hopefully she'd find retribution in that I'd either purposely squeak the duck and make an ass of myself or do it accidentally. Either way - she was hoping I'd embarass myself.
Truly - not a hard thing to do - and yes before I even got seated on the first leg of my flight, Lucky squeaked - or should I say squacked? I thought the whole thing was pretty funny - so I decided to take it one step further and took Lucky with me everywhere... and took pictures of Lucky with me everywhere. And for little Budinski's first birthday - he got a book of Lucky's travels. (Thank God he couldn't read - because although the pictures and the concept was appropriate for a child... some of the commentary wasn't - but that made it all the more fun.)
Since Lucky and I were introduced, Lucky's been to New Zealand, Australia, South Africa (with a new book with each new country) and shortly will be heading off to Vietnam - and aside from the loss of voice - he's in pretty good shape still.
Which brings me to yesterday (a very long tangent, I know - but I just couldn't help myself). In recent conversations, the girlfriend in question has requested photos of where I live so she can picture what my life is like now. So.... yup.....I've been taking pictures of my life -'Lucky' pictures. So yesterday became a 'Lucky' day as I finally finished off the roll of film in my camera. Today I got the pictures developed.
I must admit - although I was really enthused about the idea of putting together 'A Day in the Life' scrapbook with Lucky - it took over three months to finish the picture taking stage of the project. What's funny about getting the pictures back today is realising how much my life has changed since this all began. I've changed, apartments, offices and now jobs in that time frame.
I think I have a commitment problem - it seems I can't stick with one thing for longer than a few months anymore. Well, unless you're lucky...
So, I should introduce Lucky. He's my travelling companion - and a great one at that. He hangs with me when I feel like having him around, he never gets jealous of other men - and he comfortably fits in my day pack or can easily be secured by my bra strap in times of travelling turbulence. Occasionally, he used to embarrass me by squeaking at inopportune moments, but he lost his voice after nearly drowning on the Whanganui River in New Zealand- and now (thankfully) is forever silent.
It all started as I was preparing to move to Australia. I was doing last visits before leaving and spent the afternoon with one of my best friends - her and her eight month old baby boy - and his toy duck. It wasn't until I received my goodbye gift that I realised I had spent the whole afternoon making the toy duck squeak. Apparently my girlfriend has as warped a sense of humour as I do and felt that a twin duck was appropriate for me to have as a memento... and hopefully she'd find retribution in that I'd either purposely squeak the duck and make an ass of myself or do it accidentally. Either way - she was hoping I'd embarass myself.
Truly - not a hard thing to do - and yes before I even got seated on the first leg of my flight, Lucky squeaked - or should I say squacked? I thought the whole thing was pretty funny - so I decided to take it one step further and took Lucky with me everywhere... and took pictures of Lucky with me everywhere. And for little Budinski's first birthday - he got a book of Lucky's travels. (Thank God he couldn't read - because although the pictures and the concept was appropriate for a child... some of the commentary wasn't - but that made it all the more fun.)
Since Lucky and I were introduced, Lucky's been to New Zealand, Australia, South Africa (with a new book with each new country) and shortly will be heading off to Vietnam - and aside from the loss of voice - he's in pretty good shape still.
Which brings me to yesterday (a very long tangent, I know - but I just couldn't help myself). In recent conversations, the girlfriend in question has requested photos of where I live so she can picture what my life is like now. So.... yup.....I've been taking pictures of my life -'Lucky' pictures. So yesterday became a 'Lucky' day as I finally finished off the roll of film in my camera. Today I got the pictures developed.
I must admit - although I was really enthused about the idea of putting together 'A Day in the Life' scrapbook with Lucky - it took over three months to finish the picture taking stage of the project. What's funny about getting the pictures back today is realising how much my life has changed since this all began. I've changed, apartments, offices and now jobs in that time frame.
I think I have a commitment problem - it seems I can't stick with one thing for longer than a few months anymore. Well, unless you're lucky...
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