heads up, abe lincoln

while pondering upon the ponderables, i have learned something very interesting about myself. i am way too introspective about the random things that happen in my life. i mean, the random things... like finding two pennies heads up on friday the thirteenth. would finding one penny counteract the superstition surrounding the 'friday the thirteenth' persona? if so, what would two pennies do? two would be double the good luck...
i don't believe in supersititions or luck--i believe in grace, and in God. way different. so finding two pennies on the floor at work, both heads up, really doesn't mean anything special to me--I found it completely ironic that i found two pennies, heads up, on friday the thirteenth. to me, that's weird. and fascinating. what are the odds? a million to none, in my book.
it's like my older sister, who can find a four leaf clover in the middle of the desert, were there to be a clover patch near by. i don't know how she does it! she glances down, and suddenly there's a four leaf clover. ironic indeed. talent, maybe.
other things that seemingly only happen when i am around: the registers at work crash. they are fine on all the other days, but on the nights i close the cash down, one of them has to have an electronic melt down. i think the computers are allergic to me. i know i am allergic to them!
and cars... oh my, cars. i attract strange cars. i have never purchased a car in my life--God has absolutely blessed me in this realm. the fate of the cars, however, is an entirely different story. first car ever: little gray dodge omni. drove it until i could drive it no more, and then a family member took it. i made the mistake of leaving the plates on it, and then i ended up with a warrant for my arrest for a fifty dollar unpaid parking ticket that he got and never paid. excellent.
next car: a mini van. i became a soccer mom without the kids. i toted around my life in that van, and a lot of my friends, too. it had a bad habit, though: it would honk at random times for no apparent reason (a constant honk, like someone had fallen alseep against the steering wheel and the loud noises emitting from the front of the car couldn't wake them up). my favorite: i was teaching a class, and the car horn went off. try explaining that to a room full of 7th-12th graders during a latin lesson! the car was much more interesting... and me running across the parking lot to shut the car up was pretty amusing, too, i am sure. one day the car tried to blow up (literally), so another family member took over the van. they fixed it and drove it for a few more months, and then gave it to another family member, who drove it until it offically died. i don't know if it randomly honked for them or not.
next car? my first boyfriend's grandmother's old car, that would only start if it were in neutral. that lasted a few months.
next? my pastor's cadillac. sounds nice and sweet, right? well, it was... when his wife's parents first bought the car. then the pastor's family had it, and i think a deer or two were removed from this earth via the front end of the cadillac... or something like that. i drove it for a while (huge trunk, held quite the library in it for me...) until it died, and then i let another family member drive it... and her friend stole the car. after filing a few police reports, they picked her (ex) friend up in the middle of a drug deal... so i got the car back. now it is sitting, broken down, in front of the house. it looks great. crack across the windshield, no shocks, trunk tied down with a rope (the lock was broken out of it), dents on the drivers side... cadillac extrodinare. more like ghetto cadi.
and now? yeah, i walk. or borrow someone else's car. i think maybe i'm better off without a car, some days.