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Omens and portents

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There are some omens that are, in popular lore, favorable; such as a four leaf clover. Others, like walking under a ladder or breaking a mirror are said to bring bad luck.

In the olden days there were tea leaf readers, crystal ball gazers, and all manner of folks that would tell you your impending future if you crossed their palms with silver..

Today, there do not seem to be handy omen translators,at least I have seen none at the malls or grocery stores; and I had an event that almost HAS to be an omen happen today:

As I was picking up pizza (nature's most perfect food) with the teen, there in the parking lot, abandoned, was a fuzzy purple and lime green horizontally striped plush snake about 14 inches long with a cute expression who is now happily wrapped around my rearview mirror.

I named him after a personality here but of course I'm not tellin' as not everyone would necessarily be honored by having a plush snake named after them, but it IS an honor, this newfound snake absolutely rocks.

I hope this is an omen for good things for me, for my car, for my family, for Fauna and my friends here, and of course for my new fuzzy plush pet. He's much better than a clover, and I am SURE that all of you will be blessed with good fortune on account of hearing about him, at least I hope so... :)
 
I don't know if this qualifies as an omen or not, and I honestly don't know what a portent is...

Five years ago I decided I wanted to get a golden retriever. I went and looked at two different litters, and I wasn't too keen on how the breeders were taking care of the dogs, or their ethics for that matter. I called a third person about an ad they had placed, but I got the busy signal. I waited 10 minutes, and called back. I asked the guy if he still had any of the pups available, and he told me that they had all been spoken for up until 10 minutes ago. A lady had picked out one of the pups a few weeks prior, and she had JUST called him to let him know that she wouldn't be able to take the dog afterall. He asked me if I was interested in one, and I drove straight over there. I walked into the guy's garage where he had the puppies. Although they had been spoken for, they were all still there since they just turned 8 weeks old. Anyway, all of the puppies were sound asleep. When I approached their pen, one of them opened her eyes and got up right away. She came trotting right over to me, so naturally I picked her up. The guy was trying to figure out which of the nine puppies was the one that had just become available again. (they all had different colors of yarn for collars). After looking at some card where he had all the info written down, he said, "okay the one with the white collar is the one that's available". I looked down at the puppy that was licking my chin, and guess what color her collar was.


Jersey just turned 5 on June 23rd, and she's been my best bud all 5 of those years. Everytime I come home she comes trotting up to me just like she did the day I found her. Anyway, I don't know if that counts as an omen or not, but I think of that day everytime I get the busy signal...lol
 
lucille said:
As I was picking up pizza (nature's most perfect food) with the teen, there in the parking lot, abandoned, was a fuzzy purple and lime green horizontally striped plush snake about 14 inches long with a cute expression who is now happily wrapped around my rearview mirror.

I hope this is an omen for good things for me, for my car, for my family, for Fauna and my friends here, and of course for my new fuzzy plush pet. He's much better than a clover, and I am SURE that all of you will be blessed with good fortune on account of hearing about him, at least I hope so... :)
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Do you wonder if perhaps the items you find just lying around are visible to others? Or perhaps it just doesn't "call" to anyone else?

Why is it we feel compelled to pick up one thing and not others? Is it "meant to be", or just wishful thinking?

Have you ever met someone and just KNOWN that you wanted to be a part of that persons life.....because they already feel like a friend? You can't get them out of your mind?

It would be so nice to have the answers to these types of questions.

(BTW, I have a little plush rattlesnake wrapped around the stem of my rearview mirror and a plush frog around the gearshift. I don't keep hots or frogs, but they seem to fit!)
 
lucille said:
I named him after a personality here but of course I'm not tellin' as not everyone would necessarily be honored by having a plush snake named after them, but it IS an honor, this newfound snake absolutely rocks.
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I think it's a bad omen to try to continue to stir the pot because that's what it sounds like to me.
 
Karen Hulvey said:
I think it's a bad omen to try to continue to stir the pot because that's what it sounds like to me.
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Ok, I am not trying to cause any trouble. BUT....

I do not know what this means and I do not want to. I am trying to enjoy the posts without getting into personal disputes with the people in this forum. It is getting difficult to do so with everyone jumping on Lucille every time she says something.

The name in question is not the TOPIC of this post. This was simply a bit of info on the story, not the main point of the story. No name was given, and a reason for this was given. End of that. No reason to go on.

I love this site and these forums. I try to keep my opinions to myself unless they are asked for. I try not to get into other peoples personal disagreements. I try not to troll or cyber stalk. Does anyone appreciate this? Probably not, but please stop fighting or nit picking on every thread!

Whatever conflicts occur on this site are not my business and I don't want it to be. My life in complicated enough. I come here to feel good.
To share with all of you and to learn from you as well.
 
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Karen Hulvey said:
I think it's a bad omen to try to continue to stir the pot because that's what it sounds like to me.
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Hello Kettle, :wavey:
This is Pot, :idea:
You're Black. :raspberry

Karen,

How do you know she didn't name the snake after me? Lucille and I PM each other once and a while and who is to say I didn't help her out with some information or help her solve a problem half an hour prior to her finding the snake?
 
kiote9 said:
I come here to feel good.
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You made my day, thank you. I put hours of thought into my threads, and they ARE made to provoke thought, to amuse, to share, but when it comes right down to it, I want people to come here and feel good. All of our lives are complicated and difficult and stressful at times, this is meant to be a quiet oasis to relax and be happy for a while... :)
 
Karen Hulvey said:
I think it's a bad omen to try to continue to stir the pot because that's what it sounds like to me.
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I think Lucille made a great thread here and your comment above is what stirs the pot. Is it possible that YOU are reading into things. I THINK SO!!!

I can think of quite a few people that Lucille could name that snake after. I can also think of a few that she wouldn't. But then again, it never even crossed my mind until you brought it up.

Thanks for stirring the pot Karen :rolleyes:

Lucille, I think the rearview was a perfect spot for your new plush friend. Regardless of his name it's apparent it brightened your day just by finding him. Now everytime you look to see who is following you home you will see his b d little eyes scaring them off. :)
 
DAND said:
Well, I do have more hair then most dogs. Hair down to my... well I almost sit on it, and a pretty long beard too. I could be classified as a furry little :dgrin:
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He IS a furry little devil! Nice legs, too. Gorgeous dark eyes.......I'd name something after him.
 
I sure would like a pic of the furry lil devil, lol.

BTW, I may have (finally) lost it, started talking to Mr. ***** the fuzzy toy snake wrapped around the rearview mirror as I was driving to Walmart yesterday. (He did not talk back, however) :rofl:
 
lucille said:
BTW, I may have (finally) lost it, started talking to Mr. ***** the fuzzy toy snake wrapped around the rearview mirror as I was driving to Walmart yesterday. (He did not talk back, however) :rofl:
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See what Walmart is doing to you?

lol j/k :raspberry

Maybe that's another omen ... :shrug01:
 
Here, a quote from another thread:

"(and I got to give you MAD credit for going to Wal-Mart. I probably pay 3X as much for my perlite from the greenhouse, but I can't stand going to Wal-Mart unless I'm on really heavy medication.)"

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Yeah, it looks like a debate is shaping up here: Which is better, taking heavy meds or having pre Walmart conversations in cars with stuffed toy snakes?
 
lucille said:
Yeah, it looks like a debate is shaping up here: Which is better, taking heavy meds or having pre Walmart conversations in cars with stuffed toy snakes?
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Well mine are prescribed by a physician... lol

(Although... when I was a kid our school counselor used to tell us that if we didn't have anything nice to say that we should tell them to a sock puppet.)
 
Interestingly, there is a culture where sad or negative things are supposed to be told to a certain plant kept outside the home, in a garden, just for this purpose.

I prefer talking to the stuffed snake, especially since it is named for one of my very favorite people on this board.
 
Hmm... I don't know if this is an omen, or just an interesting story...

When I was in college, preparing to graduate, I was looking into graduate schools. For some STRANGE reason, I kept feeling like I wanted to go to Atlanta. I HAD to go to Atlanta. I thought: Perhaps it's because the CDC is there? (I was going to get an advanced degree in biostatistics, and the CDC is the primary employer of individuals with a biostatistics degree)... It was almost an obsession. But then I was turned down for grad school, not only at Emory, but every other school I applied to. Egads! The desire to go to Atlanta continued to be great, but instead, I went back to California with my tail between my legs, not knowing what the heck I was going to do with my life, because my ONLY plan had been to go on to grad school.

I was in California for six months or perhaps 9 months when a friend told me she was moving to Utah (where I went to college) and that the unfinished basement in her new house was mine if I wanted it. So I started to put out feelers for a good job in Utah. (I was a shipping clerk in california, a LOVELY job)... I found the perfect job, almost what I always wanted to do: (teaching as adjunct faculty at a college) and called up my friend in Tennessee to tell her my good luck and make sure that my arrival in Utah would coincide nicely with her arrival too. Of course she said: "Ooh, I should have called you, we thought we'd closed on that house in Utah, but it looks like we're not going to, in fact, my husband found a better job in Wyoming".... YIKES! I just put in my notice to my shipping clerk job, and accepted the teaching job in Utah, and my planned abode no longer existed. So I got on the phone and found a place to live, sight unseen, and drove out to Utah with my car packed with my possessions, the apartment and the job only VERBAL agreements. I was hoping that the apartment and job were both real. In fact, they both were and I spent a year teaching there before the internal politics at the college had me outed. (One of the teachers was scum-of-the-universe.. he was around 60, loved to date his students, and hit on me as well, only I wouldn't have anything to do with him)... With no job I couldn't afford to stay in Utah... I had no choice but to return to California... but dang it all, I still felt this INCREDIBLE pull to go to Atlanta. I was speaking with my parents on the phone (they're in California) and mentioned in passing, "It sure would be nice if I lived in Atlanta, I could be near my sister and her kids". I was shocked when, within two days of making this comment, my mom and sister had made it possible for me to go to Georgia! FINALLY I would go where I'd felt pulled to go for the last five or so years!

The drive there was HELL. Absolutely the worst couple of days of my life. My sister had a friend who had moved from the west coast and broken down in Utah, leaving a lot of their possessions in a storage place in Utah because of the breakdown. They paid half the moving costs, and sent out their teenage daughter, and her boyfriend, to help me out. The worst WORST five days of my life. (worth it's own thread). I vowed by the end that I would NOT be a high school teacher (a possibility I considered before the trip) because I could NEVER put up with such monsters... EVER....

Well after I arrived, I looked around for a job. In spite of the hellacious journey, I still went to a job interview at a private high school in Atlanta. At the end of the interview, they said, "you're hired!". So much for my vow to never teach high school.

One of the first faculty members I met was Mr. Kurfman.... the man who became my husband. NOW... how is this an OMEN? Well it turns out that he was divorced and moved to Georgia about the exact same time I started needing to go there. Once we were married, I couldn't WAIT to get out of Georgia. Every last scrap of desire to be there dissolved once I found and married my husband. To me it was a predestined thing, meeting and marrying him. I couldn't be happier with my current life and the people in it. Going to Georgia felt RIGHT... marrying him felt RIGHT, and getting the heck out of there and coming to Arizona, felt RIGHT! :)

Anyway, that's all I have to say about omens. :)
 
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