My nails are pure awesomeness!

Never too early for a tiara!

Never too early for a tiara!

Where I've Been....and Where I Plan to Go

It was January 2, 1996.  As I stood on my front steps, holding my now 17 year old son, I was shaking with fear.  Yet again, I had been falsely accused of child abuse and was involved in a surreal stand-off with a sheriff's deputy.  This particular deputy's method of "determining if my children were in danger" involved screaming at me with such vehemence that he was showering me with his saliva.

Yesterday, this same child and I talked about that day 16 years ago.  Fortunately for us, my children were never detained into foster care, or as I have come to call it, kidnapped by the state of Georgia.  I have since made it my life's mission to help other falsely accused families.  I have always tried to do what is right.

Unfortunately, I have let myself get discouraged over the last  year or so- due to both some personal financial troubles and family health issues as well as having been involved in litigation. (Shell v. AFRA, et al)  I have to snap out of it.  If I am brave enough to stand up to a maniacal cop with anger management issues, then I can handle what life is throwing at me now. 

I'm getting my ass back in gear. Stay tuned.

Long Cane Creek

On my way home to Augusta... I'm making as stop at Long Cane Creek (http://www.next1000.com/family/EC/LongCane.massacre.html) to takes some pictures.

How 'bout NO

I think it's great that you have a sign on your car advertising your quilting business. I just don't think it's all that great that while sitting in that car, to brush your teeth.

What if I slapped a tarot card sign on my truck and then proceeded to pick my nose? See what I mean? So stop it....you are beyond old enough to know better.

Ask A Psychic

Having recently come across several interesting blogs.... Ask A Korean, Ask A Frenchman, Ask A Mexican, etc., I have decided to post something similar here. Basically, this is an explanation of appropriate etiquette when interacting with a psychic on a social level. Believe me, a post like this is way the hell overdue.

Just because I'm psychic does not mean I am warm and fuzzy and at peace with all the giggly good spirits of the universe. I see more than my share of the dark side of life. Therefore I am not really inclined to attribute people's behavior to loving motives absent proof of same.

I am very empathic. That means I feel things from the energy around me. If you are happy, I feel your happiness. If you are depressed I feel your sadness.  I'm 40 years old and it still makes me uncomfortable. Touch intensifies this. Therefore do. not.  touch. me. unless you ask me first.

Speaking of touch, please don't grab at my "jewelry."  Some of it isn't jewelry in the usual sense.  I wear certain items with spiritual significance, some of which have been especially prepared for me. It is really bad form to touch these things. So don't. Actually, see above and just don't freaking touch me at all.

Don't expect me to participate in "parlour trick" games with you, especially in a social setting. It will just piss me off.  Respect that while my extra-sense gifts are always buzzing in the background, I am not a performing monkey. 

Never expect "freebie" readings, like you are entitled to my time.  I have had casual aquaintances demand free readings on the spot, then get offended at my "lack of generosity." If you do this, you may also kiss my ass. And I will be tempted to punch you in the face.

Last but not least, don't publicly belittle me and my gifts, and expect me to want to help you. If you do your dead level best to humiliate me, as in "I bet she didn't see that one coming," then come skulking around, desperately asking for a reading that you want to keep secret so you can continue to make fun of me.... I most likely will tell you to grow up, then take a flying leap.

So there you have it. Part one of what I hope will be continuing drabbles of my caustic wit on how and how not to treat a psychic.

Schoolin'

To whom It May Concern:

I am Teajah's aunt and picked her up from school today.  I'd like to share some observations Re: he homework.

1) On Teajah's spelling worksheet, the saxophone was incorrectly labeled a brass instrument.  It is actually a woodwind.

2)  Several adults, including a Ph.D., tried to help Teajah with her math.  None of us could figure it out.

Thank you for all your help as we work with Teajah to improve her concentration.

Sincerely, blah blah blah