That Time Alexa Shared Her Superstitions {Guest Post}

January 7, 2013
Hi there, Observant Turtle readers! I’m Alexa, the bloggette behind Southern Living, Our Way. I’m so happy to be guest posting on Whitney’s blog today! Whitney and I met when she found my blog a few months ago, and it turns out we are both from Charlotte, NC! {Though she’s abandoned us Southeasterners and gone for straight SOUTHERN in the big Tee-Ex. Come back, Whit! I wanna blate you. Blog+date=blate.}
And I’m a fun blate ~ share a bottle of wine with me and I’m happy!
Unless you’re living in a cave lately, I assume you’re aware we’ve just entered a brand new year!
A year of opportunity and resolutions.
And if you’re anything like me, a year of superstitions.
2013. Thirteen. They’ve made scary movies about this, people!

And I guess I was always bound to be scared of a silly number ~ my late grandfather oversaw construction projects long ago and actually built the apartment building that my grandmother lived in for years after his death. It wasn’t until I was older that I noticed that the elevator buttons went straight from 12 to 14, with poor little 13 left shivering out in the cold.
Then I began noticing this phenomenon on a lot of other buildings ~ hotels, offices, apartments alike. These builders must be onto something, so I jumped on the bandwagon!
Ya see, I’m one of those superstitious folks who not only makes a wish on the clock when it’s 11:11, but also when it’s 12:34, 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, 5:55, 3:45, and so on and so forth. Are you annoyed yet?  ;) Or maybe just thinking I’m super weird.
And you’d be right.
That’s me, the weird, crazy bride!
In an effort to fully expose myself and maybe help me get over these silly superstitions, I’m letting y’all in on my little secrets today! And by getting over them, I mean I will always be superstitious and I know there’s nothing that will help me get over them.
Let’s see…

As we’ve already established, don’t even get me started on 13 and other freaky odd numbers. Especially ones with nines.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you about my weirdness!

I pick up my feet when crossing railroad tracks in the car. Even when I’m driving. Oh, my husband and other passengers just love that.
I believe that one of my lucky numbers appearing on the back of a fortune cookie slip ensures said fortune will come true. If this was actually a thing, I’d have approximately 17 successful business ventures by now, and would have won “a large fortune” three times. 
Reality: I work an 8:30-5:00 desk job and don’t check my bank account often for fear of a coronary.
I love black cats and even grew up with one, but still spazz when one crosses my path. And superstition proven: just last month, a tiny black kitten darted in front of me as I walked into work. Being a dope, I convinced my husband we needed to rescue it and make it our pet. We spent the entire morning coercing the kitten toward us with cat food {some lady in our building keeps it in her office, saw us with the kitten, and asked if we wanted some of the food. I wasn’t even gonna get into why she keeps cat food in her desk drawer…}. Let’s end this long story right here: I didn’t want the cat to dart into traffic, so I picked it up, it bit into my finger, and my fingernail is now dead and about to fall off. FUN STUFF.
Y’all, this is gonna be a great year, I can just feel it! But let’s just say, as much as I’m looking forward to 2013 and all it has to offer, I suggest we boot-scootin’-boogy on to 2014, with its even number-ness and such.  :)
Thank you, Whitney, for having me today! I hope y’all will hop on over to Southern Living, Our Way to follow along!
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