Friday the 13th Yikes! I feel like holding my breath to ward off some of the bad stuff that could happen. Yes folks, I admit it that I am a slightly superstitious person, to a point. I don't get the heebie-jeebies from black cats, walking under a ladder is dangerous but not bad luck, I'm sitting on the fence about breaking a mirror being bad luck and you wont find me opening an umbrella indoors. I do throw salt over my shoulder when it's spilt. I believe in saying God bless you when someone sneezes, not because of manners but because it's bad luck not to. And I hold my breath when passing a graveyard. My Grandma taught me that one.
My Grandma believe that if you passed a new grave (one that had been used within the last 5 years, don't ask me why 5 years she never explained the time restraint to me) you had to hold your breath or else the spirits of the departed would try to invade your body and claim it as their own. I know it sounds a little loopey but when you are 3 years old and being told that the only way to ward off paranormal possesion is to hold your breath, you hold your breath. And I've been doing it ever since.
Hubby loves to drive past some of the biggest and longest stretches of road that run right beside a cemetary. There is one here in Toronto that actually has a traffic light that makes you stop right in the middle of passing it. I hate that one, Hubby loves it when I start to turn blue.
So last night the Hubby and I were watching Jeopardy, we get very competitive with each other while watching that show. Or at least I get competitive with him. I like to rub it in when I know the answers and he doesn't.
So anyway, we were watching Jeopardy and I was doing mighty fine and feeling so proud of myself when final jeopary's category (or clue) came up and it was 'Classic Movie Characters' and right there before they gave the answer Hubby calls out "Darth Vader" just like that. During the commercial break I mocked and teased him. I said that he's such a big geek he just figures everything comes down to Star Wars and Darth Vader.
I said that Star Wars is a classic movie, but that Jeopardy means Classic Movies like Gone with the Wind, Grapes of Wrath, Of Mice and Men, you know that type of Classic.
Imagine the amount of crow I had to eat when it turned out to be 'Darth Vader'. I don't think I'm going to live that one down any time soon. Thanks Alex Trebec.
Last night I spent my evening cuddled up to my Hubby on the sofa. I had my leg propped up and spent most of the night moaning and groaning about how much it hurt.
Hubby was moaning and groaning about how much his body hurt. He fell out of the trailer at work yesterday (did I tell you that? Because he did.) The two of us were in a lot of pain. And my kids were so sweet. They wanted to do pretty much everything for us. EB even offered to make dinner so that I wouldn't have to stand for too long. Isn't he sweet.
Every 5 minutes Dot was asking us if we wanted something to drink. LB was just himself, although he did go to sleep like a good boy, with almost no fuss.
I really do love my kids.
The dog is staring at me right now, sending me telepathic messages, telling me to take her for a walk because she loves to walk.
Um no. Sorry honey but I'm not walking anywhere with you right now. My leg is killing me and all I need is some stupid squirrel to come out and taunt you and I'll be getting dragged along behind you as you give chase. No Thanks.
There also will be no workout today. My leg can't take it right now. I shall be spending a lot of time laying down, putting frozen peas on my knee and perhaps even a bit of sleep will be had. That's the plan and I think it's a pretty solid one.
The weather man is calling for an end of our wonderful spring like conditions. Phooey on him.
He says that winter is moving back in and going to be attempting to reassert his control over everything right now. Again I say Phooey!
Why does it have to change? I'm kind of enjoying it.
Here's hoping that we have an early spring, although I doubt it's going to happen. I forsee a terrible, harsh spring. One that's filled with tons of snow, frigid temperatures, lots of wind chill warnings and many many numb fingers, perhaps even some frostbite. It's called punishment for having a too great winter.
I'm out of things to say. Have a great day. Be safe on this, Friday the 13th.
8:33 p.m. - January 13, 2006
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