When I was in New Orleans last summer with my girlfriends, we thought it’d be fun to have our palm’s read in Jackson Square.  It’s out of the ordinary, but so were we, and we took advantage of all the fortune-tellers who had lined themselves up along the square.  We chose one, a lady with deep set eyes, who was much chattier than I had expected.  I thought part of the mystery would lie in the fact that few words are spoken.  But our psychic was quite garrulous.

Anyway, our fortune-teller had a few tricks up her sleeve including tarot, palm reading and aura reading.  (Honestly, I don’t understand the difference but apparently there is one and we went balls-to-the-walls on this out-of-the-ordinary momentous occasion of psychic-ness.)  So while I heard my friend’s life lines being foretold, the number of children they’d bear and the color of their auras, I remained skeptical.  And even as she traced my palm, predicted the children I’d birth (ha ha, funny story!) and told me about my guardian angel, my skepticism crept higher.

But there was one thing that kind of surprised me.  One thing that I had never thought of before.  Until it left her lips.

She of course asked for my birthday and declared me to be of the  Aquarius sign.  Nothing new here, happen to have had the same birthday my whole life.  Then she asked for my husband‘s birthday.  I told her November 3rd.  “Ah, you married a Scorpio… well, that makes sense as he’s in your whatever-whatever of the Aquarius, when the planets are in cycle of some sort or another.  You see, peace guides the planets and love steers the stars.  Booga booga donkey butt.”

And then I looked at Abby, who’s birthday is two days prior to the hubs’.  My long time friend who’s always been a large part of my life.  Also a Scorpio.  We mention it.  “I see, you’ve surrounded yourself with Scorpios.  With the way the moons are in the seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars, they make you stronger.  Also, you’re not fully clean unless you’re Zestfully clean.” Ah, yes, surrounded I am.  Because my other good friend, my Mel, she shares a birthday with the hubs.

Is it the stars?  Am I attracted to a person of a certain sign because they have something I do not?  Do they make me a better me?  Probably.  But it is interesting that three people I love so much have birthdays side by side by side.

And so that makes this week Birthday Week.  Three birthdays for three people who make my life worth while.  I think they know that, but sometimes it’s good to remind them.  I wish them the happiest birthday of ever… especially for Abby and Melanie as they make the turn into their 30s.  Thank goodness they’re doing it before me.  ;)


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November 1, 2011 - 8:38 am

Wendi @ Bon Appetit Hon - Brooke, The Mistah is also a Scorpio. In fact, his birthday is today. So by extension of being my bloggy friend, you’re surrounded by even more Scorpios than you realized.

November 1, 2011 - 4:16 pm

Debbie - My mom’s a Scorpio and my late father was an Aquarius. They were happily married for 60 years! You and the hubs have plenty to look forward to!

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