It is Friday. The 13th.

Anyone who knows me (um, that is all of you – hi mom) is aware that while I am not superstitious, I do scare easily and worry about the most ridiculous things.

I shy away from run don’t walk from movies like the Grudge, Hills Have Eyes, The Ring etc because they tend to make me want to curl up in the fetal position and whimper for my cat. I take the weirdest things from them and obsess that they could actually be true. Deep down, I don’t actually believe that my TV is sending me a message of evil…but I don’t want to take the chance. So, when I turn it off and I am alone, I will not look directly at it for fear of a phone call proclaiming my death in 7 days.

I even thought about posting pictures referencing these movies, but I don’t want to be freaked out until they go into my archives. And, what happens when they are in my archives and I innocently, years from now open them up to read? I will be scarred all over again.

Beaner sent me a Halloween wish once that had a picture from the Grudge. I made her get rid of it…too scary. I didn’t even see the Grudge, but Beaner gave me the basic points. Thanks Beaner, now I can’t sleep facing my closet because I am convinced there is a murdered Asian woman with unruly hair seeking revenge on her husband in the corner of it.

“Leave me alone you insane bitch!”

“I didn’t mean that, I am sorry your husband killed you! Don't hurt me.”

“I just wish you would stop making that gasping noise, it sort of freaks me out.”

“Also, don’t use my new hairbrush for your messy ghost hair. K?”

Beaner and the JMan (whose name is Jason BTW…coincidence?) love this genre of film. I don’t get it. I remember a certain Beaner coming home from her BFF Rosie's house after watching Poltergeist and sleeping in Mom’s room for weeks. She wouldn’t go anywhere without someone with her.

Beaner? Is this your way of standing up to your fears? Maybe I should try that tactic.

Since I am not superstitious, the following doesn’t bother me…no, really it doesn’t mean anything…I’m just saying is all:

Queenie and I are traveling east to the Dells Wisconsin. According to Google Maps it is 3 hours and 13 minutes…coincidence?

I had 13 new messages in my inbox. One of them was about Friday the 13th…coincidence?

I got a call from someone that needed some brochures; her last name was Voohries…coincidence?

An email from a crazed customer said 1 in 3 people were having a problem…coincidence?

All of my calendars have a 13 on them …coincidence?

Fine. I had to reach a little for the last two…or did I?

Queenie and I are meeting up with Beaner and the JMan in Wisconsin Dells this weekend. We chose this dead-this-time-of-year destination because it is nearly equidistant for both travelers. Believe it or not our only set in stone type of plan is to see a movie… Disturbia. I am thinking that it will be frightening, but not possessed little girl frightening. Perhaps this is the therapy I need to conquer my fears. Then again, I may end up curled into the fetal position whimpering for my cat.

I plan on taking lots of pictures this weekend and hope to have a killer time (did I just say killer…coincidence?)