Quick Bite: Wives’ Tale #2 – Fart

Nagymama always said...
that your insides would explode if you held in a fart. What did your family tell you about farting?

Quick Bite: Wives’ Tale #1 – Poop

Anyu and Nagymama always said...
that poop would come out of your mouth if you didn’t poop for more than 3 days. What did your parents tell you about poop?

“Wives’ Tales” Contest

The whole series of Andrea's amazing  "Lessons from My Mother" embroideries got me wondering if you are related to someone superstitious or know someone that has any of these batty theories! So, I'm holding a contest!

Post any of your hilarious or interesting wives' tales, superstitions, and general hilarity right here - the winner will get a (tasteful) ad promoting their website on the front page of this blog (which receives over 15,000 hits a month now, thank you readers!) for one whole month and a MYSTERY PRIZE mailed to your house!

Classic Example of a Superstition: My Nagymama always told me that a man lived in the Big Potty that wanted to suck me into the sewer because she was afraid that I would drown in the toilet. This causes me to fear The Big Potty for years.

I'll be posting mini-superstitions up all week, so, start posting, people! Can you do WORSE than Nagymama? You have until MARCH 6th to tell me about it...unless you think it's bad luck to enter contests.

Photo by Mike Wadestoru

My Mother Claimed that…

Last Monday, I had a revelation. I was standing in the middle of the gallery at the Kelly's Writers House, nervously anticipating my XPN interview for “American Goulash” (podcast coming soon!) The cold from the winter storm was seeping into the front lobby, so everyone in the building gathered started to gather around a large table with food, drink, and most importantly, no drafty doors. I didn't know anyone in the room except for my business partner, who I always drag to these things so he can network and with the cool artist-types in the neighborhood. He was off somewhere, grabbing a soda, so I decided to look at the wall of artwork rather than just stare awkwardly at a table full of half-empty pizza boxes. I always think that crap strewn all over the wall makes a perfect ice breaker when trying to make small talk, which is probably why all those Fridays/Applebees-type chain restaurants throw so many boat paddles and hockey masks permanently nailed to everything.

A square, neatly stitched embroidery hung in a simple frame. I did a double-take. This was no ordinary "crap on the wall":

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Site Upgrade

Over the next week, we will be updating the Wiccan Chicken and American Goulash blogs to reflect a newer, more efficient, prettier Word Press template.

Eat it Blogger. That's what you get for not allowing people with FTP publishing to use newer templates or the "Older Posts" function. For shame, Google! You've got everything else down!

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