Since the Friday Five is not operational this week, I'll do last week's.
1. Are you superstitious?: It really depends on how you define 'superstition'. If by 'superstitious', you mean not walking under ladders, or throwing salt over my shoulder every time I spill it, then... no, I am not. But if that definition also includes belief in fate, luck, or destiny, then yes.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?: Some lady over in Trannsylvania believed that a strigoi had manifested in a form of a wolf and attacked her, so the entire village went out to rid themselves of the strigoi with some crazy superstitious rite.
3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?: None of the ones I know interest me.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?: Luck? Not so much as I believe in fate. But my lucky number is 3. I don't have a lucky article of clothing or a lucky ritual, although my COR cross sometimes makes me feel more secure if I've nervous. But that's not so much about the fact that it's a cross than it's about what COR means to me.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?: To a certain extent, yes. If by 'astrology' you refer to aspects of personality "defined" by an astrological sign, then sure. I can see many traits categorised under various signs present in individuals born under those signs. But horoscopes and all that nonsense... it's fun, but I don't believe in it. It's eroded from what it used to be. The ancient cultures had it going on - The Greeks had it accurately predicted right down to the precise moment of birth. Go, Greeks!
Today is Caelidh's birthday. Caelidh is my dog, and she is six years old today. That means Emma will be 7 in May. My poor booses are growing older. :(
Went to doctor... am in good health. Bought a whole bunch of stuff from American Eagle. Am very satisfied. Have to babysit tonight... not happy. All my money goes to my mother because I owe her a ton. Or at least well over $100 dollars.
Scott's grounded because we caught him in his room with a girl while no one was home a week ago, and he's already petitioning to break it. He doesn't refute the fact that he was wrong, and he doesn't refute the fact that he planned the episode to coincide with mother's weely drive to Toronto. But now he's begging for his penalty to be lifted because he wants to go to the movies, and then go to Paul's birthday. I don't think he'll learn the value of rules if my mother caves and lets him go. A week hasn't done him any good. If she lets him go, he'll go right back to that girl and try to get her over here again.
If I become a mother, you'd better believe that my children will not be having sexual relations with anyone, because they'll understand that "if it feels good, do it" is not a decent motto by which to live. And if I ever caught my son trying to take a girl up to his bedroom... I'd have his head on a silver platter. And I'm not talking about the one that sits on his shoulders.
But that's me. I'm an Amazonian Warlord.