October 30, 2005
Trick-Or-Treat!
Don'tcha just love it when they pose?
Can you see the orb over by Mik's right shoulder?
*laughs* I just love those boots!
It wouldn't surprise me a bit that Mallory was a princess in another life. Isn't that the prettiest lil girl you ever saw?
Maegan went as a puppy. :)
My watchcat looked after the house particularly close tonight.
Joel really liked the candy pot!
I can't believe it's cold enough for a fire in the fireplace already. It seems like summer was just 5 minutes ago..and it only lasted 3 minutes!
Lydia..
Sarah's in charge of finding our investigation, I've been asking her where we're going, but she just says, 'we could go here', 'we could go there'. Email her! Tell her you're tired of waiting! Tell her we want to do something Halloween night! Maybe you can light a fire under her butt!!
*laughs*
Get her, girl!
Tigger...
Have you seen the new Tigger, out just in time for Christmas? He does cartwheels, and I think the commercial said he raps. Ohhhh I want one for Christmas, he's ADORABLE!
Feeling Uneasy...
I don't know why I'm feeling so uneasy tonight. Everyone here is doing just fine, nothing's wrong that I know of, yet I feel as jumpy as a cat. Maybe it's just the time of year for folks to be all ascared. Maybe it was watching The Shining with Jack Nicholson earlier. Maybe it's just because when we saw a commercial for this sleigh bed, I remembered one I had over 10 years ago. The neighbor gave me an antique sleigh bed.
I got it a couple of days before Stan had his accident, and I put it in our room, set it up and I think I slept on it all of 2 weeks before giving it back to the neighbor. It came with a ghost. I had forgotten that. How does someone forget something like that?
The first time I felt the thing touch me on that bed, Stan was still at the UT hospital. I was alone in the house, and felt something rubbing my shoulder. I wasn't afraid, it was more like a "it's going to be okay" touch, comforting. I can remember thinking it was Terry. He'd died on the day Stan had fallen. I used to rub his shoulder that same way when he'd act scared.
After Stan came home, and was settled in the den, I took that bed out onto the front porch and refinished it. It had been tired and faded when I got it, and when I refinished it, it looked really nice. I set it back up and I'm not sure if it was that night or a couple of nights later, I'd gone to sleep, and something woke me up by laying on top of me. In my sleepy half awake fog, I thought it was Stan, feeling randy, but suddenly I remembered that he wasn't well enough for that, and I frantically pushed whoever it was off of me. I was certain it was a 'real' person, and I even heard the thump as I knocked this person off of me and onto the floor beside the bed.
I got up, and I know I followed someone out of my room, someone moving very fast. I was scared, I was certain someone had got into my house, but too, I was pissed off and determined to stop them and call the police. But no one was in here. Our doors were locked, Stan was sleeping, no one else was in this house.
I was so sure it had been someone, I went back to my room and looked for something that someone may have dropped or lost out of a pocket when I'd pushed them. Nothing was there.
I gave the bed back to the neighbor the next day. Over the years I had forgotten about that bed. Maybe remembering it is why I feel uneasy tonight.
Maybe Mikyla over there behind me talking softly in her sleep is what's causing it. Maybe it's that I didn't get to talk to Mom online tonight.
The only thing missing tonight is a nice loud thunder and lightening storm.
...and Michael Myers.
October 29, 2005
I have a lot to learn...
Like.. why did the news start calling rebels in iraq "insurgents". Who out there sat back, hands behind his/her head decided to call them that? Who out there uses that word regularly, and how many out there that heard that word knows what the hell it means without looking it up? Most all of the news folks call them that now.. the insurgents this, the insurgents that.. I bet the guy/gal who grabbed the thesaurus for the first time looking for a new and fresh word to use just beams every time he/she hears it now. "I did that." Kudos to you, ever who you were.
I want to know a lot of things. Useless to some, maybe, maybe even useless to me, but still, I'm ignorant, and therefore, curious.
I want to know why they stopped putting the little leaf/flower patterns on the tops of butter pats in those pretty little bowls. That was nice. I can't remember the brand name, but I never see it anymore. Now it's just a .. swirl (it looks like a navel, or an asshole) on the top of the butter in bowls I buy.
I want to know why you can't buy jelly in drinking glasses anymore. That was nice too.. and dish cloths in laundry detergent. I can't remember the last time I got a surprise out of my 'soap flakes'. I did get a really cute bobble-head out of my Froot-Loops yesterday.
Who won that great big lottery last week? (It wasn't me.)
We need licenses to drive cars, to operate a business, to build our homes, to be employed in professional fields, we need a license to put our boats into the water, to own a dog, to get married, for so many important things, but.. to have a child, we don't need a license for that. Isn't that odd? Something that important, but yet practically anyone who wants to (and a lot who don't) can do it scott free, without a hint of a license. I wonder why...
How come I can't have a real river rock stone floor in my den?
What are those little floating particles in Deer Park bottled drinking water?
Why does my bath tub become full of my fallen-out-hair only after I've used "Frizz-Ease" Shampoo and Conditioner? Is it that this shampoo stops the Frizzies by melting those strands with frizz off of your head, and did I have that much frizz? And if I keep using it for a while, will I go totally bald?
That little pendulum experiment the brain on that cartoon did last week, swinging it close to dominos - he said that the earth is turning and eventually the pendulum would hit one of the dominos and knock it over.. would that really happen?
October 25, 2005
They Got Guts!!
They just kept yankin' 'em out of the pumpkins last night, and made the awfullest faces.. *laughs* .. they like the jack-o-lantern part but they didn't much care for getting the yuck out of the pumpkins beforehand...
Good job, girls!!!
Being Falsely Accused Sucks...
...But do like I do.. at first I sit there steaming, and then my mind moves on, thinking, well... when they find out what really happened... who really did it, I wonder if the ol' accuser would like a little salt on their crow...
*goes to get the salt shaker just in case they do.*
Some folk's mouths flop without benefit of thought, it has something to do with too many dead brain cells, I think.
October 23, 2005
They Deliver!
We bought a half dozen pumpkins today, Mikyla and Mallory got to pick them out, and they did a good job delivering one to Mom this afternoon. :)
Ready to go get the pumpkins
Delivering!
*laughs*
They had a time getting that pumpkin in the house. They did it though! Good job, girls!
Maegan Yesterday
If an adult walked around grinning like that, with that light of pure worship and love in our eyes, we'd be locked up, declared mad as a hatter.
Dad, Hat, and Sans Hat
How many times have I heard Mom say she'd like to snatch him bald headed?
*laughs*
Midge, Mom finally got him!
October 21, 2005
Internal Tourette's Syndrome
To all of you who might be touched by this entry, in advance, I beg you, forgive me. I don't often say what's actually in my mind, but tonight for some reason, I feel the need. Perhaps only for myself, but I can't really be sure of that. You see.. I feel like I'm running on empty. I've been awake since night before last and I'm just a little sleepy. Really. Forgive me.
I've diagnosed myself with Internal Tourette's Syndrome. According to dictionary.com, Tourette's syndrom is:
A severe neurological disorder characterized by multiple facial and other body tics, usually beginning in childhood or adolescence and often accompanied by grunts and compulsive utterances, as of interjections and obscenities. Also called Gilles de la Tourette syndrome.
I don't know folks, if I'm just internally odd spirited, or if everyone does this. I suppose I'm about to find out. I don't interject or offer compulsive obscenities... at least not out loud, but today I kept finding my inner voice rather rude and most exceptionally opinionated.
I got to the hospital this morning, and a gentleman opened not one door in the lobby, but both the outer lobby door, and the inside one for me. I don't know, maybe I looked worried, tired, or maybe I just wore the expression that challenged him.. "are you going to open that door or stand there and let me do it for you?" After holding them open for me, I smiled my thanks, and he looked at me expectantly for a moment and I stopped smiling and just stared at him, thinking "Well what the hell do you want from me now, for opening the door for me. A kidney?" Again, my oh so readable face must have said something to him because he stopped smiling and moved on.
I picked a chair where I could watch the door and see when Sarah's surgeon came out, away from the other 2 folks in the waiting area. Just me and my thoughts. I looked around, but there wasn't a book, magazine or newspaper anywhere. So I just clasped my hands and waited. And thought.
The pictures neatly lining the walls were crooked. That troubled me. For a moment I thought about going to straighten them, but then thought "Hell no, someone will just walk down that hall and reach out and tilt them all again."
A man walked towards the lobby, and the other fella sitting in the waiting area stopped talking with his (I assume it was his wife) and turned to him and loudly proclaimed, "I've been in Tennessee for the past 6 months!" Braggart.
The lady on the other side of the waiting room just sat there stonily silent, maybe she was dealing with a bout of Internal Tourette's Syndrom of her own, I don't know. I know that I liked her shoes. Good solid shoes, they looked like they fit just right over the ankle. I wished I had her shoes and she had the gumption to go straighten those crooked pictures hanging on the wall.
Another walk by. Again the Tennessee braggart smiled and called out to this long lost friend, "How ARE you! I've been in Tennessee for the past 6 months!!"
Good GOD man, now we all know where you've been the past 6 months, shut the hell up about it already, you're not there now, are you? You're right here in this waiting room in Kentucky with the rest of us, so just SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY"
I got up and went and bought a newspaper. I read it slowly. Every article. I looked closely at every picture. Every ad. When I was finished, I folded it neatly, so neatly and put it back so carefully that one would even think it had been read at all. That used up about 30 minutes.
Mr. Tennessee was staring at me. His wife had gone to check on the patient they were waiting on and I just looked at my neatly folded paper, I didn't feel like small talk. I thought if I didn't make eye contact he'd just move on to the lady over on the other side. Wrong. Some men, are like cats. They are only interested in those who are absolutely NOT interested in them, whatsoever.
I've only known you for so short a time, yet, I know by that look on your face, you're going to tell me about having been in Tennessee for the past 6 months. Do I look even the slightest bit interested? No. I do not. Why? Because I'm NOT the slightest bit interested. That's why. So look away. Lean back on your seat and just look away.
Oh Juel, you're so mean, he's just worried about the patient. He's just wanting to make small talk. Pass the time. Don't be mean. Smile.
Smile my ass.
I studied my neatly folded paper more intently.
"You know, I've been having trouble with my sugar lately." He informed me.
Yeah well I can't keep it in the house, because Stan keeps using it to make ambrosia for the Humming Birds in the yard, and it pisses me off too, when I go to use some and it's all gone.
I knew full well what he meant, but this disease in me just kept spewing off (internally) the awfullest nonsense. However, I am not publically rude, nor afflicted as I am internally.
"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that." My voice truly dripped with sympathy.
"It went down to 17 last night."
17. Think back. If Charlotte's had dropped to 17, that would mean.. she was dead. Go ahead, shoot him this look that says you're not stupid, that he'd have slipped into a coma at 17. You don't have a hair on your a...
You get the idea...
"Woah, what caused it to slip so low?" I couldn't believe my voice sounded so earnestly curious.
"We don't know. I've been to the doctors and we can't figure why. It went to 600 before I went to bed last night."
Yeah well I think you need a new meter, buddy.
"Would you like to read the paper?"
I thrust it at him before he could answer and went back to studying my clasped hands.
My son in law arrived. Our relationship of late is cordial at best. I'm sure he suffers this malady as well, but outwardly we were codial. I wont type what I was thinking, nor what I think he was thinking. We were there for Sarah. That's what counted. I give us credit for trying. I really do.
I'd been with her from the start. I waited alone, but for Mr. Tennessee and Miss Nice Shoes. 10 minutes before the doc comes out to say we could go see Sarah now, son in law comes in. HE gets to go in first. I stay back, wait my turn. Like a good mother in law. Like a good mother.
What the fuck's up with this? I was HERE all along, I waited. I listened to Mr. Tennessee. I stared at the crooked pictures on the wall. I'm the one who
sat here worrying and wondering if she was ok, while Miss Nice Shoes sat fermenting over in the corner. This just SUCKS!
Outwardly, I smile, lean back. The doc had said Sarah was okay. I could wait.
I went outside. Lit a cigarette. Called mom. Watched the cigarette turn to ash, then burn out. I went back in. Son in law was back in the lobby, this expression on his face...looking like.. he didn't know if he should say or not but..
"Is she okay?" I queried gently.
"Naw, no she's not okay at all, she's hurtin, she's mad, she's sayin' she's gonna get up, yank out the tubes from her arms and leave. She's really hateful."
My brows went up, what he was saying wasn't registering. Sarah? My Sarah who buffed her nails nonchalantly through the entire labor and bearing of 3 children?
I started to say something but he went on.. "She told me to get out. She told me to send in her mother, that her mother would make them give her something for the pain. She's in bad shape. Go on in, maybe you can calm her down."
Her doc walked past. He's the prettiest color. I think he's from the middle east, I'm not sure. He's chocolate. Not black, not brown, but the color of the purest Nestles chocolate.
I went on in to check on her. She was crying. My stomach started aching, my heart was aching, she was shivering, and I got her another blanket. She was trying to tell me how much it hurt. I told her what I've told her since she was first walking and would fall down and get a booboo.
"I wish it was me and not you. "
Liar. You damned liar, you do not. You do NOT wish that, she looks like she's ready to die of pain and you don't wish it was you at all. Liar!
About that time, the nurse showed up with her pain meds. My wicked thoughts went on.
Cool. Now it looks like my mere presence caused them to bring her something for pain. I'll get the credit for it. Very way cool!
Ten minutes later the pain was still there. She was crying and her eyes looked like her soul was knocking on them, begging to get out. It scared me.
"Honey, you can bear this. Focus on something on the ceiling. Take deep breaths, think, next week this will just be a bad memory..."
Good God above you look like you're gonna turn inside out, I don't know if you're ever gonna get over this. I bet you will never look at your husband the same way again. I bet you'll just want to grab hold of the family jewels after this and just squeeze until his eyeballs pop! You'll never be the same!
After it was over, they released her and I made it home, I sat for a time, contemplating this nasty inner voice. I'm worried about me. My belief is that at the end of our time, we're judged not entirely by what we do, or the choices we make, or how good we behave, but too, by what's in our hearts.
I...am...so...screwed.
I used to think my reward would be something close to cleaning out the stalls. After today, I'm sure that if I get to heaven, I'm going to be doing something even less desirable.
Dammit I can't help the way I'm made inside. It's NOT my fault. If you wanted me to be all sugary sweet you shoulda made me that way, not judge me harshly for making me the way you made me.
Oh Lord, Juel, shut up, you just don't know when to quit!
This isn't over. There's much MUCH more in here. The only reason I'm not thinking it right now is because mom's rushing me to finish so she can read it. But oh yes, there's MUCH MUCH MORE.
Cry Babies!
At some point, you can rest assured, one of the youngins will be crying. Today, I captured this Rhapsody in Tears. And now.. for your pleasure, I bring you the Crypt Kicker Five, with their lovely rendition of "Crying (Remix)".
Mik got mad 'cuz Mal had her flashcards...Joel got mad 'cuz Bonnie took the phone away from him... Acey got mad 'cuz Sarah had him sit on the couch for a few minutes so I could get some photos of Maegan, Maegan got mad 'cuz Joel wouldn't stop touching her lil face, and finally...the hardest cry pic to get was Mallory, but she got mad 'cuz Sarah made her get to bed at 10 tonight.
They dont do this constantly. Thank GOD!!
Sir Rob
Sarah has to go into the hospital in the morning for outpatient surgery, so she's spending the night here tonight, so I can go with her. We have to be there very early and it's just easier for her to stay here. To my surprise, she brought her cat. I don't keep indoor critters, but I guess just for tonight it'll be alright. This is Sir Rob. He's a Hurricane Katrina survivor, Sarah's ex brother-in-law is down there doing construction work, and brought him back last weekend for his daughter, but she doesn't like him...so she gave him to Sarah.
October 20, 2005
Three Amigos Yesterday
Mallory spent night before last with me, then Joel got here at about 2:30, then Acey got here about 5ish. They played hard, and then ate hard. They all get along pretty well, when they're not fighting over a particular toy.. and I suspect that they even enjoy arguing.
Mik Ready For School This Morning!
She took Mom shopping yesterday... lol.. and Mom ended up spending a fortune on toys, stuff for Mik's lunch and this outfit, the shoes...
Mik has a way of taking Mom, Me and Lisa shopping like that!
October 16, 2005
More of Mik Yesterday
She looks scared in this picture, because she wanted to knock on a crypt door. I argued that it wasn't respectful, and told her she shouldn't.. but she was determined to knock anyway, just in case a 'ghost might answer her'. I told her if she was determined to knock, I wasn't going with her, I'd wait and take a photo outside the fence. That fence was wrought iron and old and scary looking. But.. this was the pic I got because ol' Mammy ended up going to knock with Mik and I couldn't very well take a pic and bodyguard too. *laughs*
This crypt wasn't so scary. No fence, bright sunlight, she just went on up and tapped. This is the one where I'm almost certain I heard a phone ringing inside...
The rest of these pics, she suggested the poses. "Mammy take one of me here..." "...take one of me with this!" "Get one of me here..." So.. I did...She's something else..
This one was from Mt. Vernon. She was annoyed that we were leaving, she wanted to stay more.
Why is she shaking this statue's hand? I do not know. *laughs* I.. do.. not... know. The little bumps in her shirt that she's holding are walnuts (warnuts) she gathered while she was walking thru the cemetery.
Mikyla in Lexington, Today
This youngin loves going to the cemeteries with me. We were all tired, except for her today. She just wasn't ready to stop and come on home. I had to promise to take her back out again soon or we'd not have gotten her in the car. *smiles* I think after such enthusiasm and hard work, she deserves her own card page, don't you?
She really took those pictures, I think she did a VERY good job!
October 13, 2005
Lemon Beads
Mallory informed me that I can so make lemonade, because she found some lemon beads here in the house. I wasn't sure what she meant because I don't have any kool-ade mix, nothing to make lemonade with, but she sure set me straight. She went to the fridge and pulled a couple of lemons out of the produce drawer. "See!?" She proclaimed, "Lemon Beads!"
October 11, 2005
October 10, 2005
Mallory's Song
Click this link to download the zipped file of Mallory and Mom singing a pretty song. :)
Death and Destruction
Maya village devastated by Hurricane Stan - it may be declared a mass grave.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9588034/
Earthquake kills 20,000 to 30,000 people across South Asia:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9626146/
New Orleans, Mississippi, Hurrican Katrina.
I think Osama Bin Ladin has figured out how to control the elements. He's most likely had his terrorist buddies go to one college or the other here in the states, and they've gone and used the education and knowledge they've learned from us and they've built this big ugly assed weather machine. Turned it on, set the coordinates and are now having a grand old time destroying the planet, one catastrophy at a time - cleverly disguised as an act of God.
Sheesh... no, seriously, so much is happening, so many people are suffering all across the globe.. in every way you can imagine, disease, draught, natural disasters, fires, the list goes on and on.
As if we don't have enough to contend with, now we have to start worrying about the Chicken Flu. Apparantly it's enough of a concern that the president has started making statements about it, talking with the press, telling them what is going to happen if it hits the United States. I heard one reporter ask Mr. Bush, this similar question (I'm not good with exact quotes, but this is the jist) "What will you do, if it reaches the huge proportions here?" His reply, "We'll quarantine those areas." "How do you propose to quarantine such large areas?" "I will use military force.", was his reply.
Inflation fears may overshadow earnings:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9645659/
Hurricane Vince is forming in the Atlantic:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9645352/
NYC Terror Plot Debated
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,171687,00.html
(Bush said the other day that 10 terrorist plots were foiled!)
Lab Mice Infected With Plague Disappear from Bio-terrorism Lab in Newark N.J.
http://www.physorg.com/news6533.html
(The article states: The mice reportedly were infected with the bacterium Yersinia pestis that causes bubonic and other forms of plague.)
I know the plague can be treated with antibiotics these days, if it's found fast enough, but.. those two words in this news article give me pause for thought, "other forms". Will the other forms of plague be treated as easily?
Bonnie asked me the other day if I thought it was the "end of the world" - as in Armageddon. As in the Bible.
I don't know. Bonnie I don't know. I know that throughout history, mankind has been troubled by many of these same problems. I don't know of a time in history though, when so many people under the age of 30 were strung out of their minds on crystal meth, and pain pills, robo-trippin', & huffin' - and the ilk..oh there were the addicts, and lots of them, but it seems like now, it's so commonplace that even 3rd and 4th generations know what the recreational drugs are out there, and how dangerous they are. I don't think my grandmom ever heard of Angel Dust back then. It was there, it was used very much, still, not in such proportions as is heard of today. Robo-trippin', Get real!
With such a large percentage of our young adults spaced out on those things... another big portion drunk out of their minds day in and day out, another huge percent plagued with Adult Attention Deficit Disorder, among countless other ailments, where are we gonna get more Guardsmen?
We already have a huge percent of our able bodied healthy younger folks over in Afghanistan, another huge lot of same healthy young folks over in Iraq, another big o' bunch of Guards following around large gatherings here in the states to be sure nothing icky happens, (Hey, I never saw them here like they were for the fair last weekend. I was told it's the law now, when there's a large gathering, the National Guard (love their hearts) has to be there too)
I'm not sure how many civilians we have left here with the presence of mind to suit up and be able to shoot at those of us who end up catching the Chicken Flu and go out onto the porch because we're trying to cool down our fevers. Hell, I'm not sure where Mr. Bush is going to come up with the extra Guardsmen.
Grab your gun, Grampa, we're goin' chicken flu victim shootin'!! The prez okay'd it on the news tonight! YEHAW!
No, I'm not throwing off on our military, our National Guard or any other group responsible for the safety of our country. Bless their hearts, they're doing their jobs. (and well, too, might I add.) I'm just worrying that there's not enough of them to go around. They're already stretched so thin! Too much is going on. Armagedden? I don't know.
There for a while, I was thanking God that I didn't have any sons. I pray every day Bush doesn't start a draft. It's coming, I'm sure. And with it, for the first time, the ladies will be drafted. Lord have mercy on us all - give us Hillary Clinton for our next President. Soon!
I don't know if it's the end of the world, or if we're just being punished for being so stupid.
Wild Thangs...
When I was a kid, I didn't know what they were for...
When I was a young lady mom told me not to touch them...
When I was in my 20's, I was married and could only have one...
When I was in my 30's I was working so much I didn't have time for them, and when I did, I couldn't find one...
Now that I'm mid 40's... have no use for them whatsoever, here they are,
growing wild.
October 09, 2005
Wheeler Virginia
We stopped at this graveyard in Wheeler Virginia, and I saw this pic on an old soldier's stone.. look how young this boy looks. He's barely more than a baby.
A Quaint L'il Town
Lisa kept telling me about this town she discovered in her travels at work.. she didn't know the name of it, just that she would love to live there.. that it's so quaint.. she would refer to it as Quaint Town. She thought it was in Virginia, but as it turns out... she took me there yesterday.. it's Cumberland Gap, Tennessee.. Ohhh I too would just love to live there. It's the kind of place, where you catch yourself looking over your shoulder to see if Barnie is coming to give you a ticket for jay-walking. The people there are so very nice, the stores, so.. so.. so.. quaint! *laughs* I loved it, had a wonderful time, too!
A couple of these photos are of Wheeler Virginia. The old barn and silo, and the buffalo, but the rest are from Cumberland Gap. :)
Somebody! Buy me this house! I swear I will live there and make it shine like a new penny!!
Breakfast
My two lil darlin's still love to cook, and were busy as bees making breakfast this morning before we left for Lexington.
This tree...
It's been there since our constitution was signed. Look how it dwarfs Mikyla. Note that stance.. her leg propped out that way. She takes that after her great grandmother!
October 05, 2005
Ghost Hunt
The group wouldn't accept our resignations. They felt that we'd be able to participate more when we could, so...we're still part of it. Roger, Ann and Anthony came over tonight for a spaghetti dinner, and then Sarah came to see them, and we ended up talking her into babysitting while we went over to the city cemetery for a brief investigation. Talk about cool, but for the first time, I got to experience what I believe was a spirit trying to get our attention. It wasn't one of these "I think I saw..." things, it was something we all saw.
Clearly and plainly about a hundred yards from where we were, and about 12 feet in the air, this orange ball of light started dancing. Left and right, then up and down.. and it was flickering and blinking, as if frantically trying to get our attention. We all saw it and we were like, hey what the heck is that...and we started walking towards it (yeah, don't go into the light! we didn't.. it wasn't that kind of light!) It didn't dim, it didn't falter, it just kept blinking, and it felt like it was playing with us, it .. ok don't laugh, it 'felt' overjoyed.. happy, just.. I don't know it was trying to get our attention, and once it had it, it was happy.
When we got close to where it was, it just stopped. We searched high and low for what it could have been, for something to explain it, but there was nothing. Anthony even stood there while we went back to where we had been when we first spotted it, he held up a lighter and flashed it.. we thought maybe someone was in just messing with us.. but that wasn't it either. First of all, it was well lit by a streetlight, and we could see Anthony as plain as the lighter flame. The ball of light we'd seen was twice as high as Anthony's hand and there was no one standing beneath it.
A few minutes later.. a noise came from the very same direction that the light had been. A clanking noise, with a beat.. da da da... da da da.. da da da..
I didn't hear it at the time, Roger and Ann did, but she got it on videotape and
it just made me feel for certain that something there wanted our attention, badly. We didn't stay but about an hour, because we all have to get up early in the morning. We're going to set up another investigation there for when we have more time. I never cease to get results there. Usually though, whatever is there plays with my camera batteries, making them dead, then making them so strong that I can't turn off the camera, it just keep whirring like it's taking pictures, even when I'm not taking them. Ann took a tape recorder too, I think she said. I'm curious to find out if she got any evp's on it. If so, I'll letcha know.
We got a ton of pics of orbs, some, I think are just dust, but there are some that are flat out orbs, no question about it. I'll post them here tomorrow. It's late and I'm too lazy to resize them for my journal tonight.
October 04, 2005
October 02, 2005
From Mammy's Trunk
They got out the halloween costumes I had in my trunk, and had themselves a good time!
October 01, 2005
Today...
I've pretty much got my web site cleaned up and tidy.. it was a mess! Why didn't someone tell me that the pages I thought had black backgrounds was actually a froggy/teal green? Bleah!
It's been a busy week. Yesterday Stan, Nick and I went to Dyche cemetery in London and got some more cemetery shots... Dyche has quite a few pretty nice statues...and Nick.. to my amazement, he actually laid right down on top of a few graves to get shots straight up at the statues. That was pretty fun! I asked him today if he had nightmares last night but he said no. How cool is that?
I keep hearing a car out in the driveway...it's 1 a.m. so I know no one is there, but still I keep hearing it.
I just finished watching part 1 of Faces of Death. Some of it looks pretty bogus, but there are a few scenes that look very real, and pretty dang icky. All I can say about that movie today, is the same thing I said 15+ years ago when I first saw it. "God-A-Mighty." Monkey brains. Just... God-A-Mighty. Back then, when I rented the series, my grandmother came over to watch them with me. Oh Lord, it was getting later and later and the more I watched, the sicker I got... my head was pounding (yes from the movies) ...and Mamaw just sat there on the edge of her seat, enthralled by what she was seeing, so I forced myself to sit there too, watching them with her. Those things just fascinated that woman. I wish she was here watching with me tonight. Oh well.. if wishes were horses beggers would ride, so they say.
While you have the people you love nearby, enjoy them. When they're gone, I don't care how much time passes, you never ever stop missing them. Ever. I still find myself thinking, Oh I wish I could tell her.. or.. I wish she could see this.
Mallory and Mikyla are spending the night tonight. Mik fell to sleep early, about 8ish or so, she's not feeling too well. I put Joel down for a nap, and it made him mad, so he was crying and calling out for us to let him up, and it upset Mallory, who decided she wanted to go home, but I couldn't get Sarah to answer the phone, so after the online paranormal meeting, I let Joel up and then the three of us baked some toll house cookies from scratch. They were pretty good, Mallory had a good time doing it, and by the time we were done she'd changed her mind about going home.
Mik just woke up.. she's drank 2 bottles of water, we have to keep bottled water in the fridge for her, she drinks it the way other kids drink cans of pop. I made a mistake last week and got some brand with a deer on the lable, and every time I gave it to her I just felt that it wasn't sanitary. I don't know if that pic on the label had anything to do with it or not, but it tasted bad. This time I got Kid Connection, and it's pretty good water.
Mom cracked me up today. She was talking about mowing her grass, and how she's tired of doing it from all summer.. (She's not been on a mower every minute of every hour, every day, just when it needs it) She was going on about it, how glad she is that it's fall, so she can have a break from it, and she piped up and said, "Boy my next husband is going to know what a mower is for!"
Suddenly I cracked up laughing.. this mind movie went flashing through my head...just.. this way old guy using a walker, on his way to get the Cadet out of the garage, spittle from his exertion dripping off of his chin, shuffling, trying to hurry so he doesn't taste the wrath of mom, getting to that mower to please her, wondering how the hell he's going to get his skinny, arthritic legs to pull him up and into the driver's seat so he can mow.
*grins wickedly*
Mom! Give my future step-daddy a break! Dang, woman, have a heart! Be content with having him weed-eat the bank! *breaks up all over again* Ohhh my poor poor future step-daddy!
Lisa and Nick came over and brought pizza tonight. It was good too. I wasn't expecting them to bring pizza, but it was a nice surprise! Thanks, Lisa! Not this weekend, but next weekend, she's taking us to The Quaint Little Town, in Virginia. I'm looking forward to it.. I bet a quaint little town would have a really nice graveyard or two for me to haunt!
Nick and I are going to Lexington Cemetery soon. I want to go before it starts getting way cold. I bet fall shots from there would be very pretty. Maybe the following weekend after Quaint.
We had dinner over at Mom's last night, she made a big o' pot of ghoulash. It was good too..and hot garlic buttered rolls.. a big fresh salad.. mm! Thanks again, Mom!
And in closing, I ask...did you ever notice how much parmesian cheese Darlene puts on her pizza there in the beginning of Roseanne?