Friday, July 13, 2007

Paraskavedekatriaphobia and Tropophobia











































Wow-I can't believe how long it has been since I've posted or even glanced at my blog. I am on the verge of being completely unpacked for the first time in about ten years. I have turned unpacking and sorting into some kind of mania and pretty much can't think about anything else.

The other day when I realized I only had a few boxes left in the garage;

I became obsessed.


For those who have not yet been exhausted from just the knowledge that any other living being has ever moved so much; here is a quick rap sheet. Gory details are here and here.

Ten years ago-a completely unpacked 3 bedroom house, then to a 600 square ft apartment in back of mom's while hubby went to school and first baby was born, then to D.C. to work for Ron Paul for a year-where baby two was born, then back to the apartment at mom's in Vegas to help sister-in-law recover from a brain injury, then to CT while hubby went to Yale Law, then to Phoenix for three months (summertime!-while heavily pregnant with baby three) then back to law school to another 6oo square foot apartment-102 years old, no closets- the hallway was also the bathroom, then to grad housing when an apartment became available, then to Miami for summer internship, then back to CT for law school, then to Las Vegas after graduation for the summer where we lived nowhere but bummed off our alternating parent's spare bedrooms for the summer, then to Phoenix for a year for a judicial clerkship, then to a furnished vacation house in northwestern
MT- where baby 4 was born-because we thought it a great place to live while hubby worked for a cool law firm and on his book, then to a different house in MT- a more permanent one- but then my dad passed away and my mom-in-law's breast cancer took a turn for the worse so we decided we needed to be closer to our families so here we are.

I am looking at my last two boxes and it's silly but it's kind of a monumental thing.

We are planning to stay here for two years until we buy a place on Mt. Charleston.


I haven't been anywhere for two whole years since I was a kid.

When I think about being completely unpacked and living like a "normal" person, I wonder what I'll do with myself without constantly sorting and repacking.

It's all I've done my adult life.

Yesterday I actually color coordinated our closet.

I found it's a lot easier to organize and fix up a closet when all your clothes aren't in trash bags.

Below is a bit on Friday the 13th and I am off to satiate my mania.

-Tasha


FActs about Friday the 13th

From D GAmer at the game gods

1. It’s been estimated that $800 or $900 million (U.S.) is lost in business on this day because people will not fly or do business they would normally do.

2. No historical date has been verifiably identified as the origin of the superstition. Before the 20th century, although there is evidence that the number 13 was considered unlucky, and Friday was considered unlucky; there was no link between them.

3. The first documented mention of a “Friday the 13th” is generally listed as occurring in the early 1900’s.[

4. A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English, German, Polish and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe.

5. Many people are so paralyzed by fear that they are simply unable to get out of bed when Friday the 13th rolls around. The Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute estimates that more than 17 million people are affected by a fear of this day.

The rest of the list here

1 comment:

Paul Champagne said...

For three possible origins of Friday the 13th, you should check out my post entitled "Paraskavidekatriaphobia".

You didn't think you were the only one to use that word did you?

Well actually ... I thought I was going to be the only one to dig that word out.