APA NEwsletter-Jan 2004
Editress: Ginger Strivelli
From Paula's Desk;
Well Ginger has finally kicked a sore spot on my ass so
I guess I will make the Ladies Night Out report now.
You'd think she'd feel some sympathy
for the poor crippled girl (slipped while bowling in my
socks **smart move Paula** this weekend and spent a
few days on crutches).
I arrived at O'Charleys first with a nice Christian friend before
Ginger and Sandie. I thought I would be nice to the staff by telling
them that we would be the most obnoxious party they would face all
evening and likely all month. I explained that they would want to
keep us as far away from the other customers as possible. I also
warned the Christian friend that we were gonna get WAY out there so
she better keep her blush reflex in check. Neither the hostess nor
the Christian friend thought I was serious. Or maybe the hostess did
take me for my word...cause they sat us REALLY close to the banquet
table full of cops. BIG mistake. (They really should have found that
table of priests from last time)
As soon as Ginger arrived she sat down directly across from me and
promptly boobie bombed me. Now I don't know how many of you have been
boobie bombed by Ginger so I provided a picture that is now in the
photos section of the group. Be warned...Ginger does not carry
standard sized boobie bombs...they are Daisy Cutters (if you don't
know what Daisy Cutters are don't feel lonely--I had to explain it to
everyone at the table that night-- just start watching more news)!
Now I spent the rest of the evening TRYING to look Ginger in the
face, but apparently I was under the influence of the Penndragon
therefore Ginger's Daisy Cutters were the first, middle and last
things I saw that night.
Shortly thereafter the cops started rolling in. Now I'm sure the
hostess thought she was being really smart. I'm sure she thought the
best way to be sure we behaved was to sit us as close as possible to
a table full of men with guns, billy-clubs and handcuffs. Of course
all this did was get us started. (Seems -according to Ginger- they
did not have this problem when it was a table full of priests.) So we
spent a good part of the night keeping Spartanburg County's finest
under surveillance. Ginger even had a peephole worked out around the
dividing wall and the potted plants. We have decided that next time
we will request that they sit us as close as possible to marines,
preferably Marine MPs. We do NOT want the Marine Chaplains.
Sandie forgot to wear anything low cut, but she did attempt to
participate in the boobie bomb war. See the pictures in the photos
section of the yahoo group.
Ginger also shared the secret to staying wrinkle free...and if I can
learn to stop exercising my eyebrows then I'll have these wrinkles
out of there in no time.
A couple of drinks later Ginger said something that pushed the
Christian Friend's blush reflex over the edge. See the photos!
So there we were, 20 cops, several drinks, lots of loud laughing (the
manager checked on us ONCE and then pretended we were not there the
rest of the night), several attempts to covertly photograph the cops,
and lots of blushing from the "new girl".
Anything else Ginger?
Blessings,
Paula
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FROM GINGER'S DESK-
Well, You innocently forgot to take a picture of YOUR boobs
which you were 'bombing' back at me (and the cops) Like I was
...well we REALLY should call it "cleavage" cause these people
on the list will think me and you were literally flashing
'all' our boobs around, when both of us just had the girls
hoisted WAY up on WELL padded bras, and hung out over low
cut tops... yeah somehow Sandie missed the memo about the
dress uniform of the night....I just happened to have
recently found the magical brand and style of bra that
actually gives me cleavage , that I always wanted...so
I'm big on showing it off since I got those,as Beth calls
them "magic boob bras" the last few months...I don't know
what YOUR excuse is for flashing __YOURS!___
I guess that is all, except for you also innocently forgot
to mention all drooling you were doing over the cops
and their ah...ah... 'tools of the trade'... which I
of course had no part in at all...I was peeping through
those plants for some other reason.... ah I forget what
that reason was but...
I guess that about covers it... except you forgot to
mention the next APA LNO is Feb 25th. it'll be down
there in Paula's area again, (cause that's the only
way we can get Miss bookworm to come) Beth is coming
here that am so she and I can take the APA church van
down with whoever wants to come with...so email me off
list ASAP if you want to go...and of course run out and
get a low cut blouse or dress before then.
Blessings,
Ginger
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FROM OUR BOOK OF SHADOWS:
Hymn to Ra (from Pyramid inscriptions)
"Praise be to thee, Oh Ra, exalted power, the sender
forth of light into his Circle; thou art he who maketh
the darkness to be in his Circle and thou coverest
those who are therein.
Praise be to thee, Oh Ra, exalted power, the illuminer
of bodies in the horizons; thou art he who entereth
into his Circle."
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SACRED SITES SECTION: (Submitted By Ginger Strivelli)
Brown Mountain lies on the border of Burke and Caldwell
counties in Western North Carolina. Most of it is in
the Pisgah National Forest. For at least 800 years
mystical lights have been seen darting and creeping
about the ridge on many a night. According to Cherokee
Indian legend, a great battle was fought between the
Cherokee and Catawba Indians around 1200 C.E. on
Brown Mountain. The Cherokees believed that the
lights were the spirits of Indian maidens who went
on searching through the centuries for their husbands
and sweethearts who had died in the battle…or the
spirits of the departed warriors trying to be found
by their searching wives and sweethearts.
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