Here kittie kittie.

Isn't he/she cute? there are five of them. One black and white. One gray stripped. And three white/gray/orange mix ups. They are so cute. Their five days old now.

Sam

And introducing Sam! He's a little dirty in this picture. He had been out playing in the rain covered yard.

He is about 12 weeks now. He came into our lives six weeks ago. He was 5 lbs 4 ounces. He has tripled his weight now.

He was found along with his brother and two sisters wandering around a farmers field. They had been wandering around on their own for four days, coming and going when the farmer went out to see what they were and if they had a mother someplace. He never found a mom but took the four puppies in. They were in really good shape to have been alone for four days.

The vet said he was in perfect shape cept for some worms that all puppies usually have. They guess he was about five weeks old. The thing is... our little white fluffy puppy...will be...150lbs.

They think he's a Great Pyrenees. Which will be like walking a polar bear. lol.

Regional Champs

Regional baseball champs.

Funny thing is that they've pretty much lost every other game they've played. lol. But, won all the games that 'counted'. They now go to sectionals on Thursday. If they could win the regional games, then why couldn't they win the regular games? lol. Patrick is so excited. He's played baseball two years now, football one year, and cheer leading part of last year and next year.

The wizrd and the lady.

Things are always weird around me. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. lol. I've learnt to just accept it. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if everything was 'normal'.

As for the wizard. Believe it or not Jodie, he isn't blond. He has brown hair that doesn't quite go down to his shoulders. With long bangs that fall in his face. He looked to be maybe mid twenties, dressed in loose fitting, baggy shirt and britches. A cloak around his shoulders.
I have no idea why I thought him to be a wizard, but I remember thinking as I woke up completely. 'hmm, a wizard. I have a wizard." He didn't say he was one, but I just 'knew it'.

I awoke to see him kneeling on my bedroom floor. He was looking down, doing something. I couldn't tell what. His hair kept falling in his face, and he would brush it away. He was cute I guess, couldn't really see all of his face. Not sure if he was aware of me watching him though. I didn't interact with him. Just saw him.
Funny thing is that before I dozed off I had been putting up a bubble of protection all around my bed. Above, below, in and around my bed. There is a mouse who torments me. I wake up and he's sitting watching me. Bugging the hell out of me. Thing is, not sure if he's real or not. Ya know? I never hear him jump and hit the floor, or scurry away. He just isn't there the second time I look. So, maybe he is something else entirely.
So, I was putting up a bubble of protection as I dozed off...then awoke a few minutes later to see my wizard.

The civil war lady.

I was in Barnes and Noble. I was looking for a certain book. I walked around the end of an aisle and for about a second and a half I stared right at her, and she at me. Then she was gone. I looked around wondering who she was attached too.

She was dressed in full gear. Big hoopie shirt, lace on the bottom of her lavender colored gone with the wind dress. The lace on the bottom was perhaps 8 or 9 inches deep. She had a cap on, with the parasol. A picture out of any civil war history book. She did see me. She looked right at me. And I at her. Her hair was curled and up, her little fancy hat covering parts of it.

So, it's been an active week in the paranormal. But it is more strange when there isn't something going on.

Oh, and...

Oh, and remind me to tell you guys about the Civil War lady I saw this week in Barnes and Nobles of all places. And the young wizard who was in my bedroom the other night. Where do I pick these people up at?

Kids

The other night I was over visiting Jodie and her family.
Her little boy who is 6 came into the room and announced that for Halloween he wanted to be....
Jesus.

His grown sister looked at him and then at us and asked. "Can you BE Jesus? is that allowed?"

I seem to be surrounded by kids who either THINK they are Jesus or WANT to be Jesus. lol.

Nothing like getting a jump start on your Halloween plans though.

Ghosts and things that live amoung us.

I was reminded today of our first haunted house we lived in after we were married. That was 1, 2, 3 houses ago. And each has had it's share of creepy crawlers or inhabitants.
See, there are different types of hants as my dad would have called them.

There are the spirits that reside there. There are place memories that sometimes just keep playing like an old movie that is on a loop.
Then there are the nasties who know they are nasty and really don't give a rats ass what the living think about them. Our last house had one of those who walked around outside. He had really creepy dead vacant eyes. Sends shivers down my back just thinking about him. I would see him looking in the windows. Now, remember our house sat high. So, this guy must have been ten feet tall. lol. This guy not to be confused with my civil war solider who looks in my kitchen window now. I see him now and then, but he doesn't really creep me out anymore. He did at first though. I've jumped and dropped more than my share of things upon seeing his face looking in at night. He's been cussed out and been threatened on more occasion with a major exorcism up his ass if he freaks me out again more than I can remember. I know now why all of my laundry room windows had been boarded and closed up long ago. He must have looked in there too. Ah well.

In our first house, we had this ancient celler/basement with dirt floors. Our furnace, water heater and breaker box happened to be down there. Like ours now, but I wont set foot in this one. I'll sit in the dark all day before I go down there alone. No way, no how. Anyhow...
In that first basement, it always felt like something was watching me. Following me. And not in a curious way, but in a dangerous, nasty way. I hated it. But after years of living with it, we made a truce of sorts. When I had to go down there for something, I would ten minutes before yell down "I'm coming down for my canning jars." Then wait a few minutes and go down. I would stand at the door and yell once again. "I'm coming in. Go were ever it is you need to go, I don't want to see you." And then I would turn on the light, open the door, run and get what I needed and would leave. "Thank you." and that was that. This went on for nine years.

My friend the famous psychic had a friend who wanted to do 'talk' with my basement entity. I told him he could if he wanted to deal with his nastiness and left. He stayed for ten minutes and never returned. He told me on the phone later that whatever was in the basement was one piece of work. First off, it had never been human on this plane, it was a lower something that scared the hell out of the psychic and he would never come back again. lol. He also mentioned that the 'thing' had told him. "I live here. I've been here since forever and I'm not leaving." And I can imagine him sticking his tongue out after saying it. So, there. lol.
As far as I know, it's still there. People only live in that house for a year or two and move on. No one stays very long.

I'll take the movie loops, I'll take the curious spirits and even the playful ghosts. But, you can have the difficult pain in the asses who like to live in dark, dank places and scare people for the fun of it.

If they can't all get along. Then they need to move along. That's my way of looking at it.