Thursday, March 27, 2008

Are horoscopes for real?

For the last couple of days, my horoscopes has sounded right on target with the thoughts that I've been having lately about my work. Is it coincidental, or do we read into them what we want to hear. I just think it's interesting when they seem to be so close to what's going on in your life. I had a student a couple of weeks ago that reads Tarot cards for a living. She wanted to give me a reading when we finished our class, but I said no thank you. All I need is something else to worry about. My husband, Norm, says that I worry about things to worry about. It is kind of nice to live in ignorant bliss to a certain extent. I really don't want to know what my future holds, and I can still remember the past, so why do I need a reading? I was one of those kids at the slumber party that went home when someone brought out the Ouija board. I admit it, I'm a scardy cat. Why tempt fate. But I do enjoy the daily horoscope in the newspaper.

I taught cold connections to a group of 13 women yesterday. Man was I tired. We worked from 9:00-5:00, but it was a lot of fun. I hope to work with some of these energetic ladies again some time.

I was thrilled today to find out that I will be seeing Barbara McGuire next weekend. She and I will both be teaching at The Down The Street Bead Show in Atlanta. Barbara is such a classy lady, I just love her.

Well Norm is sitting at the kitchen table counting out and bagging beads so I'd better go and help him. The fun of owning a bead shop never ends, it's 10:00 p.m., we were at the shop until 8:00 p.m. loading the van for a show this weekend, and now where bagging beads. WeeHaa!

Bead On!
Kim

1 comment:

Margot Potter said...

Ah, yes, I remember those days. Why am I thinking of selling stuff again?!

I love horoscopes, but I think that we do read into them what we want to hear. To know your real horoscope you'd need a more extensive reading.

I love Barbara McGuire, she showed me how to use PMC at the BeadFest show here in Philly.

Have fun!
Margot