This week's Friday Five...
1. Are you superstitious? Yes, to an extent. I am Irish.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition? Wearing the same jersey for one month straight. We were on a winning streak on my soccer team in college and one of my team mates wore the same jersey (sans washing it I might add) for one month straight. No one wanted to sit next to her on the bench.
3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition? If you don't wear green on St. Patrick's Day the leprechauns will come and get you. My mother and grandmother had the bejesus scared out of me until I was in middle school over that one.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual? Again, to an extent. The only ritual I have is in hockey, I always put my right skate, right shinguard and right elbow pad on first. When I don't do it that way I usually have a crappy game.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not? I believe in it to the point where I read my horoscope everyday. Sometimes it matches my day, sometimes it doesn't. In the end, I believe there is a plan in place for all of us and to some degree we have a chance to either change it or not.
Lyzz and I are going out tonight after work. We haven't done that in quite some time and its good for us to sit, talk and have a beer every now and then. We were supposed to go out last night, I was all dressed up and ready to go. Heck, I even did my hair and makeup. BUT she wasn't feeling too well so we didn't. Instead I sat at home, watched Law & Order: SVU and drank som leftover Bass Ale's in the fridge. Oh well. It was probably best I didn't do out anyway.
Busy, busy weekend coming up. Two hockey games, the clinic for 4-6 year olds I'm helping with and work. Ugh. And Monday I start my training at the old Lobster. At least it isn't all day and I'll still have time to work on stories. They've been flying in fast and furious too. Good for me, bad for them I guess.
House is just about finished being painted. My room needs some work done but beyond that we're almost done. Weird to think I'll be moving in two weeks. I haven't packed a darn thing either. I'm hoping to get a few things moved over while Bob is away next weekend. You know, stuff I don't usually need on a daily basis. Depends on how ambitious I'm feeling.
Lastly, I leave you with this from ESPN.com:
Shark victim seeks help, fish still attached
Associated Press — Feb. 11, 2004
SYDNEY, Australia — Lifeguards at a beach post north of Sydney couldn't believe their eyes when a man walked in with a small shark attached to his leg.
Luke Tresoglavic swam 1,000 feet to shore, walked to his car and drove to the local surf club with the 23-inch shark biting his leg and refusing to let go.
"I just realized I had to swim in like that, hanging on to it," Tresoglavic told Australian Broadcasting Corp. radio on Wednesday.
Tresoglavic, 22, was snorkeling on a reef off Caves Beach near Newcastle on Tuesday when a wobbegong, or carpet shark, attacked his leg.
"Once I got on to shore, a couple of people tried to help me, but I could not remove it," he said. "It was stuck there, so I got up into my car and then drove to the clubhouse, and luckily the guys down there had a clue what to do."
A senior lifeguard at the clubhouse, Michael Jones, said he couldn't believe his eyes when Tresoglavic turned up - shark in tow.
"He basically asked the question: 'Can you help me get it off?' There's nothing in our procedure manual for that type of thing," Jones said.
The lifeguards flushed the shark's gills with fresh water, forcing it to loosen its grip on Tresoglavic's leg - with blood oozing from 70 needle-like punctures. The shark later died.
"He's lucky he didn't get into difficulties in the water trying to swim with that thing thrashing around," Jones said.
But he said Tresoglavic remained in good spirits throughout the ordeal. "There was a side of humor to it," he said.
Tresoglavic was taken to hospital, but it was not immediately clear what treatment he received.
Wobbegong sharks can grow to nearly 10 feet in length, possess razor-sharp teeth and are said to be moody and short-tempered.
Moody and short-tempered...must have been a male shark.