Paranormal Activity

Those of you that know us well, know that we are very much into ghosts. We will watch anything about hauntings or horror movies that have a ghost plot line. So, when we had our own little unexplainable activity, we were quite excited. Here is the story.

Since the baby has come home, we spend an obscene amount of time in the den. We are really getting our money's worth out of Direct TV. Also, my wife has been working evenings and sometimes she is very tired and well, a bit out of her mind. So, when she started seeing something, I kinda assumed that it was the lack of sleep talking and overlooked it. Apparently, there was something or someone strange in our laundry room.

My wife was the first to see the strange activity. I do not know how long this went on before she came to me. Usually, I am the one in the house claiming that there is something strange going on and my wife rolls her eyes or giggles and goes on with her business. So, for her to finally come to me and ask me about the laundry room, it had to have been bothering her awhile.

So, here is how it all happened. We are all hanging out watching tv and L. jumps up and says did you see that? Now, L. is not the type to panic, so when she said it, in that tone, I admit I was a bit concerned. After identifying that it was a strange movement in the laundry room, we proceeded to watch the laundry room door more than the t.v.

So, every time we were in the den. We would watch. Apparently, our being would move up the door, but we would not see it come down for hours. Then, one or the other would see it drop. Of course, if you saw said activity, you had to announce it. That way, the other person was aware that whatever IT was, had in fact, moved from its last position. This went on for a couple of weeks. So, I would go to class and when I got home, L. would inform me that IT had moved up and she has not seen it fall. My job in the evening was to watch for IT and report back that it had fell. Sometimes IT would not fall for a day or so. Other times, IT would go up and down in the same hour. Finally, L. was freaked out. She was convinced that something was messing with her and was to the point of not liking the den so much. This was as close as she has gotten to believing in ghosts and she was none to happy with the one we did have.

About the third or fourth week into this, we found IT. SAW IT. Actually, L. did. Here is what happened.

L. was sitting in the floor, feeding the baby, when she yelled out to me that we had a mouse.

Now, it is not a big secret that I have a few fears, such as heights. But one of the bigger ones is mice. Before you start in on how they are more afraid of me than I am them, I have heard it all before. It has not changed my fear of them.
I do admit I am getting better at handling the furry little creatures. A few years ago, just someone saying the word mouse would send me into a panic and as far away from the floor as possible. Now, I just proceed to yell out orders of catch it if you want to sleep again.

I come to the doorway of the den, because, due to my fear of mice, I did not want to enter a room that may or may not have a mouse in it. L. proceeds to brief me on the current situation. Apparently, the little furry evil creature from hell, ran across the floor into where? You guessed it, the laundry room.

So, L., after much bitching, crying and whining from me, sets out traps. We finally catch the mouse that night.

Along with our paranormal activity. I was better off thinking we had a ghost.

What the ????

Just for fun.....


*shakes head* This is my cue to go to sleep!

Why my back hates me

Every once in awhile, I get the wild idea that I need to take on a large cleaning project in the house. I always like the results of this project, but my body does not.

So, last night, I decide that I am going to clean the laundry room. This is not a small task. There was over 10 bags full of clothes that we were planning on getting rid of.

After finally getting all the clothes out of the laundry room, moving all the stuff around, sweeping the floor, it is time to move the ladder.

I am on this big cleaning high. The room is looking great, I can move around. I am so excited! I got the washer going with clothes I have been looking for. The kids are both asleep and letting me clean till my heart is content.

Now, for the record, I am barely 5 ft 1. But, I am She-ra, Princess of Power! *flexes muscles, then whimpers in pain* If you do not know who She-ra is, you are too young to read this blog! (just kidding)

Anyway, I go to move the ladder and somehow, somewhere, the bottom of it gets caught on something. So, I wiggle it, and it is still stuck. I wiggle some more, and finally it is free! Whoohooo!

Then I look up.

Above me is a Fisher Price 4-wheeler. One of those that is on the base and weighs, I swear, 50 lbs! The handle bar of said 4-wheeler is caught on the ladder. I try first to push it back on its little bitty shelf with the ladder. Finally, after about 10 mins of moving it, it goes back up.

YAY!

Then I try to move.

Here comes the 4-wheeler again. Ok, at this point I have oh..maybe 3 choices.

1. I can run like hell and hope nothing breaks as the ladder and 4-wheeler come down. Risk the chance of it waking up the kids, or worse, not making it out of there before something falls.

2. Allow it to land on my head.

3. Try to catch it!

*Drumroll* # 3! # 3!

So, I go to catch it and remember that I am still holding the ladder. So, with one hand, I hold the ladder, with the other, the 50 lb 4-wheeler. I gently guide the 4-wheeler to the floor,put the ladder safely away, sigh, and smile because I am so damn smart!

Then I woke up this morning. I feel like I have been in a car accident. The muscles from the top of my shoulder to the ones down to my butt hurt on the side that guided the 4-wheeler. I cringe in pain when I lift my arm.

But the 4-wheeler is safely on the floor with no scratches!

My wife, seeing the wonderful cleaning project tries to figure out what makes me get in these moods.

So, today, as she hugs me up and leaves for work, she tells me "If you get in the mood to clean, go with it!"

*sigh* I wonder what my new cleaning project will be?

Last few weeks of this semester

For those of you that have not been in college, the last few weeks of the semester is like working a two week notice at a job. You are past caring anymore, you are just counting down the days till it is over.

That is where I am at now. I have a horrible case of studying ADD. It isn't that I don't TRY to study, I do.

My evenings go something like this:

Get book, paper, pencil, calculator and notes and take them to the den.
Sit down and realize I forgot to get something to drink.
Get drink, sit down and realize I forgot my glasses.
Get glasses, sit down.
Wonder why things look funny, remember that contacts are still in.
Go put glasses up, sit back down.
Open book and decide that I need to smoke before I get started.
Since it is now cold out, get robe, house shoes and cig.
Step outside, smoke as fast as possible, run back in.
Open book and realize I need to pee.
Go to the bathroom, come back to den and sit.
Baby cries
Get up, make bottle for baby, move books and begin to feed baby.
Get baby happy and sit down and realize that I need to smoke before I start.

So see, it really isn't my fault!

Anyway, I do not have any really good stories from this semester. I didn't take another of Mrs. N's classes this semester,which makes going to school harder.

Although, my history instructor is too funny. He has kept me entertained this semester.

I did get cat-called the other day! It had been so long that I wasn't sure what it was, or if it was me they were doing it at. But, since I was the only person in the hall besides them, I think it was me.

Hopefully next semester will be better. I am taking night classes and one online course. Can you imagine what that will be like? I will have a good excuse to be on the computer. But honneeyyy, I have to be in here for my classssssss. :-)

I see lots more blogging in my future!