I gave birth. Need I say more. Yes, yes I got the wonderful, fabulous, gorgeous prize at the end, but that was at 11pm on Friday the 13th. The rest of the day ..... labour.

Mind you I have a wonderful Friday the 13th story too. I got a baby boy whom I love to bits on a Friday the 13th and it just don't get better than that.

Oh Whitney - you poor kid. I feel your pain, I really do!

Frankly, I don't remember if these events took place on a Friday the 13th or not. When the fates decide to deal a wild card in my direction, it seems to be on a capricious whim; the day of the week does not seem to matter. What I do remember is that all these events took place when Tall and Handsome was out of town… always!

1. My living room ceiling fell down. When I left for work in the morning it was an innocuous stain, when I returned in the evening, I was greeted by a 4 ft wide void. Water, plaster and insulation littered my brand new carpet and I could see into the attic. We lived in the Northeast at the time and it had snowed a few days before. The melting snow had seeped through the shingles, down into the attic and then onto the plaster living room ceiling. Since Christmas was only a week away, I grabbed a glass (a big glass… okay, a really BIG glass) of wine, and told the kids we did it so Santa would have an easier time delivering their presents that year.

2. We lived in a fairly rural area of Maryland at one time. And I woke up one morning to find a herd of cows had taken up residence on my front lawn. Well, okay not actually a herd, three at the most, but still! I am a city gal, born and raised not far from New York City. The only interaction I had with cows prior to this incident was in the Dairy aisle of my local grocery store. Now cows pretend to be docile creatures, but I’m here to tell you it’s an act! They will not “shoo” like a dog and just try to get between them and the choice clover! Well, several phone calls later, I located the farmer who owned the cows and told him to get his vicious beasts off my property. He kinda chuckled, but said help was on the way. Yes, help arrived in the form of his 10 and 12 year old children! I had a hard time living that one down. LOL

I have a million of them! Like the time lightening hit the oak tree in my front yard. Of course instead of falling onto our property, it, of course, fell onto my neighbors… completely leveling their brand new SUV. But those would be a blog unto itself, not a comment on one! LOL

Take care Whitney! We look forward to your return.

>>Since Christmas was only a week away, I grabbed a glass (a big glass… okay, a really BIG glass) of wine, and told the kids we did it so Santa would have an easier time delivering their presents that year.

Cindi, I think I love you.

This isn't a Friday the 13th thing, but . . .

One of the people whose apartment was burned in the high-rise crash of Cory Lidle's plane is the same woman who was hit by a lamppost during the 1997 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade when the Cat in the Hat balloon went out of control. It puther in a coma for nearly a month.

I'm thinking this chick needs to move out of New York.

The LC Eileen

Alesia: LOL Ditto babes :-)

LC Elieen: I agree. The universe, in a most dramatic fashion, is really trying to get that lady out of New York. Very spooky!

Whitney, hugs on being thrown out of cyberspace - we hope you get back online soon!

As for me, on Friday the 13 days I go nowhere, I do nothing, I hide in the apartment...

Cindi--I'm with Alesia! ROFLMAO!! Glad I'm not your neighbor--sounds like it could be dangerous!! *grin*

Sheri:

LOL Except for the small... err... problem with the Oak tree MOST of the mishaps are contained to my household. I live in North Carolina. Are you safe?? HAHAHA

Well, I'm back online. For now. And I hate my cable company.

About as safe as having an entire continent between us! Whew! Living on the Left Coast has it's advantages....!!! *grin*

My worst Friday the 13th was this one! And it involved travel. Air travel. A flight "home" to Iowa to see my mother and to leave the next day with her to visit old friends in Missouri.

Everything started smoothly. We left the house around 5 am and hubby took me to the airport. I breezed through security with no problems. We had an ontime 6:30 am departure for Dallas. Flight was smooth. Actually arrived about 10 minutes early into Dallas. Found my connecting gate. Monitors showed an ontime departure for my remaining flight. All was good.

Except my flight went from having an ontime departure status to having a cancelled status. Nothing in between. Why? Because the flight crew had too many hours in. Um, hello? Didn't you know how many hours they'd been working when you scheduled them? And isn't Dallas your hub? You don't have another crew you can pull together so that you don't have to CANCEL a completely FULL flight? Apparently not if you're American.

So I ended up being re-routed through Minneapolis. And then got to spend 5 hours in the Minneapolis airport waiting for my connecting flight because every single other earlier flight into anywhere in the vacinity of where I wanted to go was overbooked. So I finally arrived home at 11 pm Friday evening, after an original scheduled arrival time of 2:15 pm. Since I was hoping, you know, to see something of the rest of my family before Mom and I left for Missouri at 8 am the next morning.

The kicker? You can drive from Minneapolis to Cedar Rapids in less time than I spent hanging around the Minneapolis airport. *sigh*

Computer problems suck. My sincere sympathies to Whitney!