Thursday, May 03, 2007
I See Dead People
I'm going to preface this by telling you I am NOT making this shit up, and I am welcoming any and all opinions. If you believe in it, tell me. If you don't, give me another reason for what's going on.

We have a 'new' house. It's a new build, anyway. It's a home built on top of an old Air Force base. There were barracks here to begin with. We are also not that far from a cemetery, like, a stone's throw.

And this is important to note because our city moved their first cemetery from 'in town' to this which was considered 'in the country'. They hired some shady dudes to move the bodies, and they weren't always moving them correctly. Some heads and legs would end up in a coffin, maybe, but certainly not all body parts of said dead person, or even OF the same dead person. (Sidenote: this is why a certain park where the first cemetery was has a lot of spooky sightings, but I digress ... )

We have been living in this house for 5 1/2 years. No one has lived here before us. And almost immediately, there was something going on in the upstairs bathroom.

I've mentioned it before on the blog, actually. The jets in the master bathroom would come on by themselves, all hours of the day or night. There was really no pattern to them coming on, but they'd turn on and not turn off unless you did so yourself. So, me being the good girl who didn't believe in ghosts, I figured it was a quirky short in the electrical circuits, or maybe it was the design of the tub (the jets might need to blow out now and then).

Last year sometime, I was standing in the shower with the lights OFF. I look over and the light switch by my shower goes UP and the light comes ON. I reached out, turned off the light, and yelled, "Knock it off!!" to whatever the hell was in my bathroom. It quit.

And lights are always doing funny things in that bathroom. The lights above the vanity will come on when you are in the other room. I've not paid much attention to see any switches go up; I just know they are going on BY THEMSELVES.

With all of that said, I've been pretty good humored about these incidents. I haven't felt that anything bad is going on. I don't get the impression that if it is a spirit, that it's a bad one. Kind of feels a bit like a prankster, you know?

But - this brings me to the last few weeks. After a dry spell, something's up again. My husband was giving my son a bath down the hall, and I was in our room, laying on the bed, resting for a minute (you know, a self-imposed Mommy TimeOut). It's quiet. I'm relaxing and the damn MUSIC BOX starts playing.

Say what??

I sat up and looked around. I see nothing, but it's playing real slow - like it's at the end of the wind-up. No one has been playing that music box.

Also, my son was in our bath last week. I'm sitting at the edge of the bath with a glass of wine, watching him take his bath. And again, those blasted jets turn on without either of us touching it, and my little boy jumped three feet into the air, out of the tub, and is now scared of 'water bubbles'.

I'd say this has been limited to only the upstairs bathroom and bedroom, except for one incident that happened roughly three months ago. We had our friend over for dinner and a movie. He brought his dog. We all went into the basement to watch this movie. And you must know, his dog never leaves his side. Ever.

I went upstairs to get something from the kitchen, and my kitchen is jacked. up. The vent from behind the stove is up and on at full blast, and pretty much everything on my kitchen island was on the floor. I yelled for HDHusband, who then went room to room in the house thinking we had someone who had busted in.

Honestly.

There are many thoughts that are going through my mind ...

My husband wondered if it could be my dad or his mom. I can tell you my dad wouldn't be flipping on a music box and trying to scare my kid out of the bath. His mom wouldn't be cranking on the stove vent and knocking my flowers over.

I have no other explanation for any of these occurances, but seriously, if you HAVE ONE I haven't thought of, I'll welcome the ideas and suggestions on what to do.

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Kitchen Tongs Are Weapons, Too
I had potato soup for lunch.

While that alone really isn't THAT blog-worthy, it reminded me of something that happened to me as a little kid. I was probably three at the time? I remember sitting in the kitchen at the table with my dad, refusing to eat the potato soup in front of me. It had big ol' chunks of potato, I remember them being too big, and I couldn't eat the soup.


I could hear Lawrence Welk playing on the TV in the living room, and I desperately wanted to go in and watch the dancers. The Muppets would come on after, I believe, and as I was sitting there protesting the potato soup, I was made to then listen to the Muppets and couldn't enjoy that show either.


My mother has a picture somewhere of my father sternly looking at me and me refusing - no, actually full on BAWLING - because I didn't want to eat the potato soup. By then, it was really, really cold, and when I actually did choke that crap down, I was gagging. (I have a similar memory about a picnic and creamed corn that had gotten cold. Who the hell serves hot creamed corn for a picnic?? Right, my mom.)


Good times.

Last night before bed, my son had pirated these bad boys from the kitchen ....



... and he was wielding them around, snapping at whatever he could. We were laying in bed (Dad, Mom, The Bug who is almost 3 yrs, egad), when the following conversation transpired:


Me: What should we do with those tongs, Bug?

Bug: Get Daddy's nip-puls (nipples)!!!

(Cue Daddy jumping up and running away)

Speaking of The Bug, he has a raging ear infection and a wee bit of a temp. At the moment, he is a slug in the chair, watching 'toons and having cups of milk. When the Motrin kicks in, though, this kid will be wired for sound.

And if y'all hadn't heard by now, my buddy Howard has been interviewed over at Best Gay Blogs and did a pretty neat interview. And if you haven't read Howard by now, shame on you. Make like a bakery truck and get yer BUNS over there!!

Random Comment Of The Day: "You know, you really aren't that nice when you haven't slept." - HotDoctorHusband to HotDoctorWife after she got roughly three hours of sleep, for the second night in a row, and he got more then eight. Just sayin' is all.

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