Am I superstitious?? Well, maybe just a little. I have heard several wives tales over the years that I take to heart and some I completely ignore. On the most part I believe it is a bunch of horse $hit, but at the same time refuse to pi$$ off the powers that be by completely ignoring them.
For example, when a bird flew into the window and my great uncle dropped dead at pretty much the same moment, I jumped on the band wagon with my grandma and was officially freaked out. It was a sign!!! I have always heard about the possibility of 7 years of bad luck if you happen to break a mirror. So I make a point to be extra careful with mirrors. You can also bet that anytime I see money on the street, whether it be a penny or a quarter, I pick that baby up. I don’t really believe that the coin will bring me good luck, but hell at least I am a little richer than I was a moment before. Besides I will take all the help I can get!!
As far as black cats, anyone that knows me at all knows that I don’t give a rats a$$ about that little tale. I have had many black cats over the course of my life. I love cats and currently own the sweetest black kitten that has ever crossed my path in the history of time. Rosie meows when she wants attention, and then when you approach her she begins to purr and sing. On the same note, I do take in account not to walk under a ladder. It just makes perfect sense that it could collapse onto my head, either that or I would trip over it. I am a born klutz!
When I was a kid I jumped over the cracks to ensure that I wouldn’t break my mother’s back. I was terrified that one was true. After a while, I quit avoiding the cracks. I would hate to think that is why my mother later was diagnosed with multiple myeloma which eventually took her life. She suffered greatly with the disease and her bones would fracture simply from a bout of vomiting or a stretch of leaf raking.
While most superstitious talk is probably a load of hogwash, one can never be to careful. I still wish upon stars and while blowing out candles. On Friday the 13th, I go about my business with a little more caution than I normally would and may say a special prayer. If you have the time to look into it, there are superstitions and wives tales about just about everything! A person could make themselves certifiably nuts to the point the men in the white coats are itching to take you away to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time. I tend to take most superstitions with a grain of salt.
In the end, I only carry one form of good luck charm with me at all times. It is a small card which has served me well. On it there is a picture of Je$u$ with his arms open wide which states “How much do you love me? I asked Je$u$, and Je$u$ said, This much…, Then he spread his arms and died for me.” With faith, hope, and trust, and a little pixie dust, Peter Pan could fly! So with a heart willed with faith, who needs a good luck charm? Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
As far as black cats, anyone that knows me at all knows that I don’t give a rats a$$ about that little tale. I have had many black cats over the course of my life. I love cats and currently own the sweetest black kitten that has ever crossed my path in the history of time. Rosie meows when she wants attention, and then when you approach her she begins to purr and sing. On the same note, I do take in account not to walk under a ladder. It just makes perfect sense that it could collapse onto my head, either that or I would trip over it. I am a born klutz!
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