Sunday, July 29, 2007

I do apologize for not updating as I should.

The bubblehead has me on a new mood "stabilizer," I hope it begins working soon. I have been having some mild manic episodes lately. Although I have been getting somethings accomplished during these episodes, I can't concentrate on any one thing long enough to finish. Needless to say, I have several half finished projects around the house.

Research on the books is going pretty good, I am working on the draft of the second chapter of 'Introduction to Ecclectic Draconian Wicca' (working title), and I have the outline started on 'Ecclectic Draconian Wicca 102', 'An Encyclopedia of Gods and Goddesses,' and An Encyclopedia of Creation Myths. These are all working titles of course.

One of my Coven sisters and I have been performing a 'Psychic Night' at a couple of local taverns. I Scry and she reads Tarot, we read free for pub employees and charge $10.00 for a ten minute reading for others. Before some of you say it - I find no conflict in charging for readings and Wicca - we keep half of everything we earn and the rest goes into our coven building fund. During these nights we also sell hand made jewelry, essential oil perfumes, bath salts and massage oils (I have made so much jewelry that I could almost stock a store, lol).

We are thinking of other ways to raise funds. It is our wish to have a Covenstead with a store. One in which we can sell ritual and spell supplies, apperal and products - also have room for circle, and classroom space for teaching and readings. Anyone with fundraising ideas, speak up.
Before you say it, if all money spells worked when and how we wanted them to, all witches would be rich.

I hope to borrow my sisters digital camera so that I can creat a catalog of our products.

We have a new dedicant, my ex, and we may have another soon, we are growing. We already have a hive in Virginia Beach, one of our founding members (and a really good tarot reader) is a Navy wife and they just moved there. She already has a dedicant, a good start.

Married life is, well, married life... Haggar and I are both still living, so I would have to say that it has been a pretty good 14 months. We still want to move to Belize, but I think that it will be awhile yet. I do wish that men came with instructions, though I suspect that if they did, it would read like sterio instructions.

I will leave you with this thought ( thanks to my friend Kimmy)

A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face was severely burned.

The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his body because he was too skinny.

So the wife offered to donate some of her own skin.

However, the only skin on her body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from her buttocks.

The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and they requested that the doctor also honor their secret.

After all, this was a very delicate matter.

After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's new face.

He looked more handsome than he ever had before! All his friends and relatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty!

One day, he was alone with his wife, and he was overcome with emotion at her sacrifice.

He Said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me.

How can I possibly repay you?"

"My darling," she replied, "I get all the thanks I need every time I see Your mother kiss you on the cheek."



until next time....heeheeheeheehee!

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 5:43 AM

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Saturday, July 21, 2007

An archeological team, digging in Washington DC , has uncovered 10,000 year old bones and fossil remains Of what is believed to be the first Politician.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 8:37 PM

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Monday, July 09, 2007

A cucumber, a pickle, and a penis were all sitting around one day talking about how much their lives sucked.

The cucumber said:

'Man, my life sucks. Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy someone cuts me up and puts me in a salad'.

So the pickle looks at him and says:

'You think you have it bad? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone puts me in vinegar, puts spices on me, and sticks me in a jar'.

The penis glared at them both and said:

'You guys think you have it rough? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, they put a rubber tarp over my head, stick me in a dark room, and bang my head against the wall until I throw up and pass out'."



GRANDMA IN COURT

Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a
question if they aren't prepared for the answer. In a trial, a
Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a
grand-motherly elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and
asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?'

She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known
you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big
disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you
manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think
you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never
will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I
know you.'

The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed
across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense
attorney?' She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley
since he was a youngster too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a
drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone
and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to
mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them
was your wife. Yes, I know him.'

The defense attorney almost died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very
quiet voice, said,
If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you to
the electric chair.'

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:52 PM

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