This is the big bad spider that was hanging on my door frame when I walked out this morning, nearly nose to nose with him. Okay, so he was more-- his back to my shoulder, and I didn't EVEN see him when I first ran out in a hurry. But when I came back, I was like OMG!!! I nearly knocked him off. He let me take pictures of him because he was cold and stiff.
But, what kind of spider is he? I really don't want to hear that he's a recluse because I was in a real rush to run off this morning, and was nearly late just taking pictures of him before I zapped him good with insect spray--but not spider spray, and when I came home, he had VANISHED. argh.
So if he's a recluse, I'm in trouble! Because now he's pissed.
Onto more cheerful news...
Every fortune teller has to have a crystal ball. This one looks about right.
I loved the fortune teller, but not her crystal ball. So I replaced it with the one from above.
But then the purple looked gauche with the color scheme of the picture. She was supposed to be wearing something colorful, but the clothes were too dark to change, so I colored them forest green. I darkened her eyes and gave her green eyeshadow to match the green she was wearing and her crystal ball. Just like magic!
A rags to riches fairy tale where a fortune telling can spell doom...
Katrina Landry is not your everyday fortune teller. She's a substitute teacher who longs to work at it full time. But when she substitutes for her cousin at her fortune telling booth at the fair, Katrina meets a man who she foresees is in danger. So what's a girl supposed to do but sneak into a by-invitation only dance and save the TX Stud's life?
Prescott Worthington hasn't had this much fun in a long time when on a whim he takes his girlfriend to the fair where Sascha the Sensation predicts he will have twins, and that his girlfriend will find someone else. But when the woman shows up at the dance with some nonsense about saving his life, he's totally irritated and totally bewitched. Maybe she can bring a little magic into his life.
She insists someone's trying to kill him and he thinks it's her boyfriend...only Prescott has no intention of giving up the woman who he's sure needs his protection. And a whole lot more.
I've never had my fortune told, but my mother did when she was about 22 and she was told when she lived in LA that she would meet a tall, handsome, dark Oriental and marry him and live happily ever.
The woman was a phony fortune teller.
I don't believe my dad ever had his fortune told, but along that line, my dad's family had an ouiga board. They played with it at home, and the thing would move--supposedly his stepsister could really speak with the dead, and she made the board move and do all kinds of things. He wasn't superstitous, yet her messing around with the board set him on edge. He was still a kid.
So at 16, he had joined the AF and was sitting in a quoinset hut before they had to fly off on another mission, and his mother had sent him the ouiga board, of all things. He was afraid she'd sent him underwear, so he didn't want to open the package. The guys all egged him on to open it because it was a big deal to everyone, and if he got cookies or something, they wanted to share. LOL
It was the ouiga board. He hated the thing and couldn't believe his mother had sent it to him. He went to shove it under the bunk, but someone said, "No, let's play."
So he and another guy sat down to play with the ouiga board. Then another guy said it was a messenger of the devil, to get rid of it.
The guy was so adamant, Dad was a little shaken. So when he went on his next mission, he took the board with him and got in the plane, planning to toss the game into the ocean as they crossed it.
There was a hole in the floor of the plane where the last crewmember had been hit and died and they hadn't fixed the plane yet, so he put his parachute over it, and waited for the right time to throw the ouiga board out. After he did, they had their mission and on the return flight, his plane was hit. He was the only one that was injured, shrapnel cutting into his arm all the way through the muscle and hitting the bone, and cutting off his communication and oxygen lines. He was fading fast.
One of the men called up the pilot to tell them Dad had been hit. They told him to crawl up to the cockpit where they had oxygen.
They had a lull, then were fired on again, and when they finally got back to base, Dad ended up in the hospital and in recovery for six weeks. He was the only man injured out of all the crews out that day.
Had dumping the ouiga board caused his injury?
While he was recuperating, his entire crew was shot down and everyone died.
Had disposing of the ouiga board saved his life?
Or did he just have a guardian angel watching over him?
After all the so near fatal situations my dad was in, we believe he did have someone watching over him. :)
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Okay, time is up. Did anyone figure out what that spider was? Please tell me its a home garden variety spider that doesn't bite!
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