Tuesday, March 25, 2008
So, we'll get to see who is bitter, who is still pissed off and who trys to make us think they are soooo beyond needing to come back because they are so almost to the top baby. Yeah whatever!
And Perry will get to see his posse again. He can so drool over Casey some more. His boi's. Casey and Franky.
The whole bunch are all bi curious if you ask me.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Johnny Depp is in house. Well, almost. He's in Crown Point filming a movie about John Dillinger.
He's clean shaven with short hair. I do like Johnny Depp. Not the psycho nutjob Johnny. But more of the 21jumpstreet Johnny. Although Captain Jack Sparrow is my favorite.
Living way out here in no mans land, we do get a lot of films being scouted and some made. A few years ago it was Tom Hanks filming Road to Perdition. He was all around us. We saw him several times. We would see his helicopter fly in early each morning when he was doing the driving scenes down the next road. We saw him filming in a local church. And actually went to watch filming on main street in the next town. Megan saw him around so many times it became a joke. On the day of the street filming as we were walking back to our truck. Tom Hanks and his 'peeps' were leaving. We saw him. He saw Megan. And they both pointed at each other and both laughed. It was really cute. So, he must have noticed her on every road and in every store also. lol. She never went up to him. Never bothered him. And I think he appreciated that.
And now Johnny Depp is around. He's been or is coming up by you next Jodie. The theatre where we saw The Ten Tenors in Aurora.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
How in the world did Ben beat him out? he was such an ass for the last two weeks how can he still be in the running?
And Perry? sheesh, he has the same look in every picture. Yet they LOVE him. Has an ego as big as Texas.
But, I'm confident that Casey will have no trouble getting work.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The storm window was all fogged up. So I took my hand to wipe it off and there was a face staring back at me. I gotta tell ya, I jumped back and about tinkled on myself. No one expects someone to be standing on their dark front porch at two am. When I caught my breath, he was gone. Murphy was still at the bottom of the stairs pitching an unearthly fit. I crossed myself. Said a quick 'get away from me' phrase and opened the storm door slowly. Murphy took some coaxing to come up the steps but finally did. We slammed the door and stood there staring at each other.
Murphy kept hoping around on his toes whining. I know he had been totally freaked out.
Once we both were calmed down we went to bed. I for some reason as I dozing off thought "I wonder what it would have been like living in this house long ago?" stupid thought.
I slept immediately and in my dream I saw the rancher/cowboy who had just made his presence known to me shortly before my sleep.
I could see him walking around the front of my house. It was daytime, summer like outside. He had on the same wide brimmed brown ranchers hat and overall/coverall type jeans. He had a rifle or shotgun some sort of long gun carrying it in the crook of his right arm. He looked stern, but not angry. As he came around the front of the house towards my front porch I heard him say loudly and with authority "GET AWAY!" I woke up shaking. My hands and body were shaking uncontrollably.
The more I thought about him, I thought his name was maybe John. But now I'm thinking Mac. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since. But Murphy has. And he doesn't know what to think of him. He barks an alert and whines a lot when he's around. I don't blame him. I surely didn't see this one coming either.
He's the type of spirit where I'm not sure if he's a ghost or a recurring memory that keeps playing. But, I have felt the knowledge that he had a gun with him because of some sort of animal. Maybe he had been hunting coyotes or wolves or something. And that is why he was telling whomever to GET AWAY. A kid? a dog? not sure. But Murphy would rather him not be around. We'll have to see what else he has to say. At this point I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he's not here to scare or hurt me.
The phrase he said with authority GET AWAY. Could have several meanings. Was he trying to tell me to get away from something or someone in this life? Not sure yet.
I've thought of going to the historical society to see if I could find anything, but to be honest I'm not really all that sure that I would want to know. What would I do if I found out he maybe had killed his wife in my living room or something? shit. Maybe that's what that big stain in on my hardwood floor. Lol. No, I'm sure that's not it.
I'm not sure I like this new 'seeing' more stuff the guides told me was coming. They woke me up a few weeks ago telling me "it's time to see. It's time to move to the next level." I'm not so sure I want too.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
OK, your assignment if you choose to accept it...
What is the significance of the number 5. And five white/hairless/glow in the dark mice? That apparently I can only see. My cats don't even notice them.
A few weeks ago. I was awoken by my, whatever he is. Guide, ghost. HUGE PAIN IN MY ASS...
And he was telling me that it is time to see. He says "It's time for you to see. See things the way they really are. Time to see." I rolled over saying. "It's in the middle of the night. Can't I see them tomorrow" I guess not.
So, over the past few weeks. I have begun to see new things. Weird/bizarre/in need of meds things. I had to put a sheet over my bedroom mirror because someone was looking out one night. I know. Freaky. I told her if she didn't vamoose, she wouldn't like it where I was gonna send her off too.
So, then last week. I wake up in the dark. I 'see' these five little white, hairless, glowing in the dark mice. They are playing on my nightstand. They are tumbling, and playing with each other. I lay watching them for a minute. Until I realize. IT'S DARK. How can I be seeing them? I turned on the light. And of course, nothing. I figured I was just dreaming. uh huh.
Then over the next few nights. Same thing. I've noticed that when I reach for the light switch without moving a muscle cept my hand. They freeze. Look at me like..."She's turning on the light. RUN!" now, I never hear anything. They don't make any jumping, falling, running noises. No noise at all. Strange.
There are always five. The same five little mice.
So, what do you conclude? besides that I'm loony tunes.