Friday the 13th, why Friday, why not Monday?

My daughter Katie and I got laughing about that last night.  Why is Friday the 13th scarier than say Tuesday the 13th? I quite personally believe any Monday is scarier than a Friday the 13th.  Monday the 13th I think is the scariest day of all.

I used to be superstitious.  I would drop salt and have to throw some over my shoulder.  Never remembering which shoulder it was I was supposed to throw it over, I would toss it over both.  I watched a show about how superstitious hockey players are a long time ago. Phill Esposito, one of my favorite Rangers, had this whole pre-game ritual he had to follow or he couldn't go on the ice.

I see it with our team.  I hear tale of some of the ways the guys have to get dressed or do things before a game.  I would imagine me just getting there in enough time and getting into my gear would be my whole ritual lol.

I can remember my Grandma Tav having this whole thing she did, short of curling up in the fetal position, if she spilled oil of all things.  Who ever heard of such a thing?  She probably just made it up, really what on earth is going to happen if you spill oil?  Will your skin get oily and  break out? Will your food never fry right again??

But that's my point, superstitions were made up by someone looking for an excuse to explain something bad that happened.

My best friend was killed in a car accident on Friday the 13th.  Was it the day that caused that accident?  No, I think not.  It was the driver of the step truck who failed to follow the speed limit posted, couldn't stop in enough time at that red light, that hit her from behind.  It was the fact that old cars didn't have the safety features that new cars have and her vehicle crumpled up like a used tissue.

Some superstitions are common sense.  Like walking under a ladder.  Why would you want to do that? There is a good chance there is something on said ladder that could fall and hit you on the head.  Or the ladder could fall over on you and I am sure that would leave a mark.  Breaking a mirror is dangerous too. Not because of the bad luck thing but have you ever gotten a shard of glass in your foot?  Or sliced yourself on a piece of glass? It hurts!  Open an umbrella in the house?? That's like running with a lollipop in your mouth in Motherland. A huge no no!  You'll lose an eye or choke to death...Wise reasons to follow stupid superstition.

There was a documentary on maybe Discovery about how dangerous superstitions are.  The gist of the documentary was that yes they might seem harmless but it was a belief in superstitions that sent how many people to their untimely deaths in Salem, Massachusetts once upon a time?  That had hoards of black cats massacred in the middle ages, that have albino children killed in Tanzania to this very day....they can be truly dangerous.  Broke me of the need to believe in them after I saw it.

So relax people it's just a date on the calendar.  It's just a black cat crossing your path, go ahead and open your umbrella in the house, scratch your palm if it's itching and step on that crack or line, I bet I won't look like Frankenstein.....knock on wood.

I have a lot of nothing to say today....

I was sitting here, staring at my computer trying to work.  But my work is utterly boring.  All numbers based, and for those of you who know me, I am more like the socks I like to wear to CrossFit

I'm not the all making sense and calculatable type like my work.  I have never been the numbers or spread sheet lover, and it's all I've done for the last 11 or so years.  Regardless.

There are thoughts in my head just dying to make their way into this world so I figured my blog about nothing would truly be about nothing and everything today.

I have been up since 4:30 with hungry, yelpy, thirsty puppies.  As I stumbled downstairs to clean their pen before the kids started making their way down, I was grousing away under my breath. I was none too happy to see the little babies at this early hour, until one put her paws up on my leg and looked at me with her brow all furrowed as if to say, "why so grouchy Mama, you always pet us and love us when you see us first thing". Alright my heart melted and I pet the little beast and her sisters, gave them all big dog biscuits to gnaw on after their breakfast was done, and went to sit for a few before I had to hit the day. Clock on the wall says it's now 5:15ish.

As I sat I realized it would be the optimal time to make lunches so I decided to get up and do that instead of just wasting time, Timex time? 5:30ish.  

A few more minutes of sitting, I watched the weather and thought another Africa hot kind of day, then I went and woke everyone up.  Your time according to my cable box,  6:00am.

TA-DA  My day has started.

I made myself a cup of coffee, started cleaning out the sink, ironed a shirt my daughter wanted to wear today that I remembered on the ironing board. Go back to scrubbing the cookie sheet from last night's cookie bake, put the dishes in the dishwasher and dry off my hands.

I run back upstairs to make sure everyone is awake, it's now 6:30 only to find my 11 year old asleep still and her bus is coming in 20 minutes!  Get her clothes together, her hair done, find her tooth brush, make her a bagel with peanut butter, run upstairs to get her a pair of socks while she packs her backpack and grab two puppies from the pen who are crying and need to go out.

In the meantime my two high school daughters had come down, made some breakfast, walked outside to the car and bid me goodbye and off they go in one of our cars to another day at the "best high school in the nation" according to the morning announcements.

I sit on the stairs, I am tired, and start making a mental checklist of all I have to do today.  Thankfully there's no soccer on Wednesdays.  I have to get my work ready for my accountant, I have a mountain of laundry in my laundry room that needs to be addressed.  There are pictures that need to be rehung since we got the house painted, the floors are in dire need of a vacuuming.  I think I know what's for dinner tonight, so I can get that ready before I go tonight and that will be good.  I am recovering from straining my back a week ago, so my workout will be light and easy again today and I stayed home from CrossFit so I wouldn't even be tempted to try today's awesome workout in honor of 9/11.

I pop on FaceBook and Twitter because I need to waste time like I need a hole in my head, but some times, that escape into my cyber world helps maintain my sanity and think I wish I had something worth value to blog. But I don't and I want to write so here I sit, trying desperately to think. 

I put my Beats on, listen to some music that usually peps me up, the Steve Aoki remix of Kid Cudi's Pursuit of Happiness is where I start because I was listening to it yesterday and never finished. This song makes me smile for whatever reason. And music tends to be my muse. Not today.  I think my brain is too tired.

I got thinking is it disrespectful for me to blog such blandness on a day like today?  It is 9/11 and we did live through such tragedy.  I will definitely pull out the 9/11 box from under my bed and let my girls leaf through the newspapers, magazines etc. that I have kept in a time capsule for them someday. Like most horrific historical events I know this day will never be forgotten, ever. I will remember every moment, frozen in frame and in time, from finding out what was going on to, to finally reaching my dad in the City and telling him to get home because he will never find a train to get home with everything going on, to worrying about a cousin who works in the Pentagon, to going to church and sitting with all of the other dazed people, crying and wondering why there is such craziness in this world, all the while holding my then 2 year old and hoping for peace in this world for her and all of my other girls someday. But the business of living is exactly what we should all be doing so I guess I will continue to write.

I have my spreadsheet open now, I open it without even realizing that I'm doing it.  I change the dates and get ready to enter the numbers that stare at me and mock me.  Taunt me with the banality that is the bookkeeping chore in front of me, and settle in to work and my blogging has to be done.  The creativity that demanded an outlet is quashed, not allowed to continue.  I have to be a responsible adult now and work.

Someone deliver me from the land of numeral Hell....

My creativity is sadly curled up in a corner of my brain not to be bothered right now.  Shhhh, be quiet! I mentally yell at it as I pick up a pink pen and start doodling my favorite doodles....