Happy Friday the 13th!

I am a somewhat superstitious person. I don't walk under ladders, I turn around if a jet black cat crosses my path, I don't put shoes on tables(this one has eerily come true 3 times when Charlie has put shoes on a table. *shudder*). I think people born at dusk have a tendency to see things other people don't. Charlie and Joanne are both good examples of that. But, oddly enough, Friday the 13th has always been a good day for me.

I have had a few first kisses with boys I've really liked on Friday the 13th before. I have gotten, not 1, not 2, but 3 raises on Friday the 13th before. One of my best friends in high school had her birthday on Friday the 13th and we always had a great time celebrating. For me, it's almost a lucky day.

But do you know the roots of the meaning of Friday the 13th? There are actually several legends surrounding the day. One has to do with the Norse gods. Apparently 12 of the gods were having dinner in Valhalla when who should walk in but Loki, the god of mischief. Once there, Loki tricked the blind god, Hoder to shoot Balder, the god of joy and gladness. What happened after was the earth went dark and mourned her for a long time. Thereafter the number 13 became unlucky.

Then there is the story of the Knights Templar. King Philip IV of France and Pope Clement V rounded up the Knights templar on Friday the 13th, 1307. They were tortured and executed. This is an actually a really interesting story and if you get the chance, read up on it.

Of course there are people who claim it has to do with witches and covens. You know there are 12 witches in a coven with the 13th being the devil. (insert me rolling my eyes here) Then there are the biblical links, ranging from Judas being the 13th guest at the Last Supper and Jesus being crucified on a Friday, to it being the day St. Stephen was stoned to death. All of it is really very interesting to me.

So, go forth, have a great day, and remember: Don't break any mirrors!