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Today, the world is once again facing its fears as we make our way through another Friday the 13th.

I am not a superstitious person, but I also don’t like to push my luck, so I’ll admit to a healthy respect for some superstitions. In the case of Friday the 13th, it’s more of a fascination, not so much in the day itself, but in the tradition of it. Read the rest of this entry


…Get A Little Superstitious


Break out your good luck charms, it's Friday the Thirteenth!

Happy Friday the Thirteenth!

If you’re reading this on Friday, thank you.  You have bravely ventured from beneath your covers and made it at least as far as your computer. I salute your courage.

If you’re reading this on Saturday the fourteenth right after emerging from your cocoon of four-leaf clovers and horse shoes (kind of sounds like a box of Lucky Charms), you may want to see someone about your bad case of paraskavedekatriaphobia and possibly triskaidekaphobia (say those three times fast).  I did not make those up, I simply borrowed them.   

Aside from being really fun to say these two phobias are the fear of Friday the thirteenth and the fear of the number thirteen.

On this unlucky day I think it’s important that we reflect on the history behind our superstitions.  I know you rabbit’s foot weilding, salt tossing triskaidekaphobes probably know this story by heart, but please humor me.

It was a dark day many years ago when 12 Norse gods were hanging out, and having a good old time at a dinner party.  Unfortunately,  Loki’s invite must have gotten “lost in the mail.”  Loki (the 13th guest) did what any scorned party goer would do, hired Hoder (blind god of darkness)  to shoot Balder the Beautiful (god of joy and gladness) with a mistletoe-tipped arrow.

Needless, to say it was a very unlucky day for the god of joy and gladness.  I’m guessing Balder was in charge of sending out the invites (oops).

To this day many people still freak out over the number 13, especially if it falls on a Friday. 

If you suffer from these phobias you’re in good company.  Henry Ford (like the cars) and FDR both had phobias about Friday the thirteenth.

Hopefully I’ve helped you to justify your “celebration” of Friday the 13th.  You may now return to your “festivities.”  

Oh and don’t forget to spin around three times and spit before turning your computer off (I may have made that up).

More Friday the Thirteenth Trivia

…Keep the poor rabbits and their feet in mind this Friday: Run Rabbit Run