Saturday, October 17, 2009
Halloween
It is that time of year again; Halloween. The one time of year when the whole country has ghosts, witches, pumpkins, and goblins on the brain. I have them on the brain all year because of our haunted house and haunted yard. From the age of six and into the present ghost have been a part of my daily life except for the few houses that have been ghost-free. To me a ghost is as normal as table salt. My children and Grand children are used to them also.
Just a few weeks ago while in bed attempting to quite my mind and find sleep I heard the voice of a small child say my Granddaughters name. It made me afraid; not because the voice was the voice of a ghost but because I knew my Granddaughter was in trouble. I was right on the money with that guess. She is having problems with bullying at school.
Sometimes ghosts are just trying to help or tell us something important.
The next night I thanked my little girl ghost for the warning.
Just a few weeks ago while in bed attempting to quite my mind and find sleep I heard the voice of a small child say my Granddaughters name. It made me afraid; not because the voice was the voice of a ghost but because I knew my Granddaughter was in trouble. I was right on the money with that guess. She is having problems with bullying at school.
Sometimes ghosts are just trying to help or tell us something important.
The next night I thanked my little girl ghost for the warning.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Ghost Hunting Classes
Dalton State College is now offering classes in ghost hunting. The classes started on February 17 at this North Georgia College. Students who take the Real Ghostbusting 101 class will learn everything they need to know about the elusive spirits. I am sure a scientific approach is a good thing but using your senses is also important in ghost hunting. It is like searching for God using a scientific approach without any religion.
My favorite ghost hunting show is Ghost Hunters. The team uses all the usual gadgets but they also pay close attention to what they hear, see, and feel. They are true professions who only flinch when something scares the hell out of them. They went from unclogging pipes to hunting ghost with no college classes but still do a great job. I just hope the students who take these classes remember that the ghosts they hunt used to be people and give them and the job a little respect.
My favorite ghost hunting show is Ghost Hunters. The team uses all the usual gadgets but they also pay close attention to what they hear, see, and feel. They are true professions who only flinch when something scares the hell out of them. They went from unclogging pipes to hunting ghost with no college classes but still do a great job. I just hope the students who take these classes remember that the ghosts they hunt used to be people and give them and the job a little respect.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Ghost Hunters
I love watching the shows where a team of ghost hunters investigates a place that is supposed to be haunted. It is like watching a comedy the way they act on some of those shows. Some of the hunters act very professional but some act like sissies. They go into a house, hotel, mill, etc…expecting to find a ghost then act scared to death when they do. Some of the men scream like women when they think a ghost has touched them. I laugh my head off when they hear a thump. They will stop and “ask what the hell was that”? Well it ain’t the Easter Bunny guys. What do they think it could be? If you go fishing and something bites onto the hook do you ask what the hell was that? No because you will know or at least think it is a fish. If you are in a haunted house, looking for a ghost and you hear a noise you should ask “is that a ghost”? I would love to tell them to go with the cowardly lion and ask the wizard for some courage. If you are looking for a ghost don’t act like a wimp if and when you think you have found one. Those who are too scared should stay home where it is safe. Or as my favorite radio station puts it “if you can’t hang with the big dogs, keep your puppy ass on the porch”.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
They Do Exist
I never thought fairies were real until I encountered one. It was easy to believe in ghost; after all I grew up with ghosts. Fairies on the other hand were magical creature’s right out of fairy tales. They were in the same group as goblins, elves, unicorns, and dragons. Fairies were merely a wonderful fantasy until one came to visit.
It was a warm summer night with only a very slight breeze. My husband, our daughter who lived next door, and I were sitting on our porch enjoying the peace and quite. There was a lamp on in the living room which cast a dim light onto the porch. I had also lit bug candles to keep the mosquitoes away. I think we all saw the green glow at the same time. I thought at first it was a moon moth but it was not a moth. It was a tiny girl with long flowing blond hair and gossamer wings fluttering behind her back. She was wearing what looked like a pale yellow dress that hugged her body. A bright green glow enveloped her body and her wings. She flew up to the edge of the porch railing just two feet from where we were sitting. She hovered there for about twenty seconds looking right into my face. She then flew up and hovered for a few more seconds before flying away into the trees. We were so stunned and shocked that we just sat mute for a few seconds. We all then started talking at once. After we calmed down my husband went to bed and my daughter went home. I stayed on the porch for two hours hoping the fairy would come back. I sat on that porch every night I could for three years until we moved just waiting for one more chance to see the amazing tiny creature. I have yet to see her again but I still hope and watch. We only live a mile from the old house so maybe one day she will visit us here. I new believe anything is possible. One day I may look into the sky and see a dragon or encounter a goblin in the garden. Magic really does surround us.
It was a warm summer night with only a very slight breeze. My husband, our daughter who lived next door, and I were sitting on our porch enjoying the peace and quite. There was a lamp on in the living room which cast a dim light onto the porch. I had also lit bug candles to keep the mosquitoes away. I think we all saw the green glow at the same time. I thought at first it was a moon moth but it was not a moth. It was a tiny girl with long flowing blond hair and gossamer wings fluttering behind her back. She was wearing what looked like a pale yellow dress that hugged her body. A bright green glow enveloped her body and her wings. She flew up to the edge of the porch railing just two feet from where we were sitting. She hovered there for about twenty seconds looking right into my face. She then flew up and hovered for a few more seconds before flying away into the trees. We were so stunned and shocked that we just sat mute for a few seconds. We all then started talking at once. After we calmed down my husband went to bed and my daughter went home. I stayed on the porch for two hours hoping the fairy would come back. I sat on that porch every night I could for three years until we moved just waiting for one more chance to see the amazing tiny creature. I have yet to see her again but I still hope and watch. We only live a mile from the old house so maybe one day she will visit us here. I new believe anything is possible. One day I may look into the sky and see a dragon or encounter a goblin in the garden. Magic really does surround us.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Pet Joy
Owning a pet can be a wonderful experience which any pet owner knows. They give you love, make you laugh, and some protect you. But sometimes they give you joy in other ways. If you own a pet then I am sure you have had the joy of cleaning up puke, poop, pee, or torn household items.
Last week I had the joy of helping the boxer of the house who had eaten a shoe string. Only half of the string came out which meant someone had to pull her string. That joy took over twenty minutes of me chasing her around the yard with a folded paper towel. She would run a few feet then sit, run a few feet, and then sit again. I finally caught her and relieved her of her burden. There were four other family members in the house but none of them wanted to share that joy with me. I got my revenge though; I took the paper towel, string and all and showed it to everyone in the house.
When the boxer Shepard mix was neutered his stitches became infected. The Vet gave us some salve to rub on the stitches each day. We were also instructed to put hot Epson salt packs on his stitches each day for ten minutes. Can you guess who got the joy of that job? Ding, ding, ding, your right! It was me who got that joy. Each day I would have to fill a bucket with hot water and Epson salt. I would take a big thick cloth and wet it and hold it to his stitched area. The first day the dog ran from me. The second day he came after some urging. The third day he came right away. The forth day he ran to me. It was bad enough when he wasn’t thrilled about it but when he started to enjoy it I got very uncomfortable. Each day I would tell him “I’m Mama, remember that Bear”.
A few weeks ago the little boxer pulled onion skins out of the trash. She shared them with the other two dogs. Wasn’t that sweet of her? I won’t go into detail about what onions do to a dog. If you are a dog owner then you know what I am talking about.
This morning when I got out of bed the little boxer had been at it again. Somehow she managed to find a tree shaped air freshener for the car. It was in wet pieces all over the carpet. I found about ninety percent of it except for the end piece which has the rubber band. You know what they say; this too shall pass. Oh joy!
Last week I had the joy of helping the boxer of the house who had eaten a shoe string. Only half of the string came out which meant someone had to pull her string. That joy took over twenty minutes of me chasing her around the yard with a folded paper towel. She would run a few feet then sit, run a few feet, and then sit again. I finally caught her and relieved her of her burden. There were four other family members in the house but none of them wanted to share that joy with me. I got my revenge though; I took the paper towel, string and all and showed it to everyone in the house.
When the boxer Shepard mix was neutered his stitches became infected. The Vet gave us some salve to rub on the stitches each day. We were also instructed to put hot Epson salt packs on his stitches each day for ten minutes. Can you guess who got the joy of that job? Ding, ding, ding, your right! It was me who got that joy. Each day I would have to fill a bucket with hot water and Epson salt. I would take a big thick cloth and wet it and hold it to his stitched area. The first day the dog ran from me. The second day he came after some urging. The third day he came right away. The forth day he ran to me. It was bad enough when he wasn’t thrilled about it but when he started to enjoy it I got very uncomfortable. Each day I would tell him “I’m Mama, remember that Bear”.
A few weeks ago the little boxer pulled onion skins out of the trash. She shared them with the other two dogs. Wasn’t that sweet of her? I won’t go into detail about what onions do to a dog. If you are a dog owner then you know what I am talking about.
This morning when I got out of bed the little boxer had been at it again. Somehow she managed to find a tree shaped air freshener for the car. It was in wet pieces all over the carpet. I found about ninety percent of it except for the end piece which has the rubber band. You know what they say; this too shall pass. Oh joy!
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