Jules from Ad Bits is the mama of two little girls, and she has a great blog, and posts the best videos! I love it. She is my first ever guest blogger and I am sooo excited! Check out her blog Ad Bits after you read her post here:
I admit it. I’ve been to psychics. Yup, that’s plural. I know it’s controversial. I know there’s a good chance it’s a money sucking con. But… the idea that somebody can actually know intimate things about you is so… intriguing!
For years I wanted to go to one, but never got around to it. Then Jim and I decided we wanted to have a baby. We tried for a few months, which is no time at all in the grand scheme of things, but when God was handing out patience I must have been in line for big thighs because I’m lacking in a big way when it comes to waiting. So I did some research (read: Googling) and found I was living ten minutes away from a hotbed of clairvoyancey: Cassadaga, Florida.
Cassadaga is an itty-bitty town sort of between Orlando and Daytona Beach, which specializes in all things supernatural. Virtually every person living (or not living - oooo! Eerie!) in Cassadaga is in the business of metaphysical stuff. So I called up the first one I saw and made an appointment.
To tell the truth I wasn’t that impressed. Especially after the fact when I have two girls (he saw me with a girl and boy). He was off about some other stuff too. Of course, that didn’t stop me from making another appointment with him later. But that was purely for entertainment purposes. I also visited the “haunted” hotel across the street, which damaged the credibility of the whole town when I saw they were trying to sell pictures of “spirits” that were clearly humans taking flash pictures in front of mirrors.
Apparently the effort of getting knocked up gets me in the mood. The mood to waste liberally spend money that is. Because when we decided to have our second baby I was off to another psychic. This one was much, much better. Much. I truly do take the stuff these people say with a grain of salt, but man! She knew stuff about me you couldn’t know if you Googled me all day long.
So there you have it. I don’t blame you for judging me. But I have to admit, this stuff entertains me. Will I ever go again? Doubtful. Would I make major life decisions based on what these people say? Definitely not. But I’m here to tell you, it’s downright entertaining to visit a psychic whether they’re good or whether you want to give them a psykick in the pants for taking your money.