Todays thought...Merry Christmas.
Tis the season. Snow on the ground, presents under the tree, lights on the house, politically correct arguments? It has come to my attention lately that people are now arguing over whether or not to call it a Christmas Tree or a Holiday Tree. Now, I'm about to rant so if you don't want to read, close the window.
Last couple years it's been politically incorrect for me to say Merry Christmas to someone because it could be offensive. Oh, but wait, we can say Feliz Navidad. WHAT!? What is that? Is it just me or is that an oxymoron? Feliz Navidad is Merry Christmas in spanish. So we can say it in spanish, but not in english? HELLO! We are in America. Not Mexico.
Who cares if you come from America or not. If you celebrate Haunaka, Kwanzaa, Ramadan or Christmas, guess what...WE ARE ALL CELEBRATING FOR THE SAME REASON! There are some people that don't celebrate the season. For those of you who don't celebrate the holiday, I'm still going to tell you Merry Christmas.
Come on people. Grow up! If I come up to you and say Merry Christmas, and you celebrate Kwanzaa, say Happy Kwanzaa. Do you think I'm going to get offended? What would be the point? You believe how you believe, and I believe how I believe. Does this mean that we can't be cordial on the streets when we run into eachother? Does that mean that we can't be friends? Or does that simply mean that you and I celebrate Jesus birthday in different ways? You know, I heard something from MR2 that made a lot of sense. Children get offended at everything. Adults don't.
Well thats my rant. On a lighter note, Merry Christmas to everyone. Going to celebrate with the in-laws. I've been very blessed to get along really good with my in-laws. Hope everyone's Christmas is grand, and don't forget...the reason for the season.
Happy Birthday Jesus
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Todays thought...A haunting.
Ok, so most of you who know me know the history and story of my aunt. If you don't, I call her Oklahoma and in previous blogs I have mentioned, she was missing for 35 years, we found her, she moved here, was diagnosed with brain cancer and passed away just a little over a year after the first phone call.
So, she moved here in Sept, around Oct she goes into the hospital and it pretty much went down hill from there. Well, one night, I'm at my mama's house. Pooh bear and I decided like many times before to stay there. In the spare bedroom (Which my aunt slept in when she stayed there for a couple of months) there is a set of trundle beds which Pooh bear and I pull out and use when we stay.
Now to set the mood a little bit, there is a tv in the bedroom that will go to snow until it warms up, its an older television. Now this night, is around the beginning of October (a year after the cancer was diagnosed) and while over there I decide to go in there and turn the tv on and let it warm up. I go back into the dining room and am in there for about 30 minutes before I decide to go to bed.
I go in there, and the tv had been turned off. Now Pooh bear was in the livingroom crashed in my daddy's lazyboy. He had been asleep for about an hour. I know he hadn't been in there. So, not thinking too much about it, I turn the tv back on, let it do its thing and get ready for bed. I get into bed, reach down to get something out of the floor and have this overwhelming feeling that there is something under the bed. Now there is no room under the pull out bed for anyone to fit under there, but I could not shake this feeling.
So, I get my pillow and go down on the couch and crash there with Pooh bear in the livingroom. While down there I glance up for just a second and swear I can see someone standing in the walkway to the livingroom. I take a second look, and there is nothing there. Nothing.
So I get about an hours sleep, Pooh bear wakes up, gets me so we can go into the bedroom and I go with him. All through the night I keep hearing little bumps in the kitchen and dining room. At one point, Pooh bear actually was running to the restroom and I could have sworn for just a moment that he was running after someone. All night I'd felt like someone else was in that house besides my mama, Pooh bear and I.
Of course, I take time to process all of this in my brain and I call Saturn. Saturn and I go back a ways as you know and she's very into the spiritual afterlife. So I know I can tell her this and she will give me an outsiders opinion on the whole thing without thinking I'm nuts. First she tells me I need to tell my mama. Then she tells me to get a tape recorder and see if I can catch an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon).
Now, if you've ever seen the movie White Noise, then you understand why I'm a little reluctant to do so. I don't have a recorder anyway. But, back to the story.
So, a couple of nights later (back at my own place now), I keep hearing stuff in my kitchen. Now I'm off work for a week and in the week I keep hearing these noises and begin to wonder if I'm actually hearing them or if my mind is just messing with me. And it's nothing serious. Just little things, like something falling off the counter, a fork falling in the sink, a cup shifting in the cupboard. Little noises.
At that point I decide to ask my mama if she's heard any goings on at her place as well. I tried to approach it very lightly because its still kind of a touchy subject and the last thing I wanted to do was to upset my mama. She's been through so much.
Sure enough, she's heard little things at home too at night. A silverware falling in the sink, someting shifting in the cupboard, a hose coming unwound, little noises just like I've heard. We talk about it more and more and realize that the same things are coming from both places. I come home that night and Pooh bear let the dog out and while he was getting her taken care of something hit my sliding glass door. Now occasionally Pooh bear will toss something at the door so that I can bring him something outside or what not. I peek my head out the door, ask him what he needed and he has no clue, because he hasn't thrown anything at the patio door.
Well, if I had any doubt before, the other night was the absolute kicker. Pooh bear and I pretty much spent the whole weekend at my mama and daddys house over the holiday weekend. Well when I went to bed one night and chaged my clothes, I set my jeans, in the bathroom floor over my bra. I'd done that the last two nights I was there. SO, ok, I wake up in the morning and guess what...my jeans are not in the bathroom floor where I'd left them. My bra was. But not my jeans. So, I ask Pooh bear if he had moved them. He hadn't touched them. I ask my mama if she'd moved them, she hadn't touched them. No body had really even been in the bathroom. That left my daddy. Well he wakes up and I find out that my jeans were in the bathroom floor when he went to bed the night before at 2am. When I looked around, we found my jeans in the bedroom floor, at the foot of the bed, where my aunt used to leave her dirty clothes from the night before when she was staying there.
So, you can call me stupid, you can call me crazy, I don't care what you call me. I know the truth. My aunt is still hanging around. And she's got quite the sense of humor, to let us know that she's still here. I talk to her from time to time. And when I do, she usually doesn't mess with us while we are sleeping like she did that first night.
So Oklahoma, if you're watching me type this or if you're with my mama when she reads this, we know your here. We almost enjoy the little things now. We know your sense of humor is definitely still in tact and we miss you like crazy. We've missed a lot over the last 35 years, and I wish we'd had more time to get to know you. However, respectfully though, you really kinda freaked me out the other day. But I love you anway. Miss ya.
Ok, so most of you who know me know the history and story of my aunt. If you don't, I call her Oklahoma and in previous blogs I have mentioned, she was missing for 35 years, we found her, she moved here, was diagnosed with brain cancer and passed away just a little over a year after the first phone call.
So, she moved here in Sept, around Oct she goes into the hospital and it pretty much went down hill from there. Well, one night, I'm at my mama's house. Pooh bear and I decided like many times before to stay there. In the spare bedroom (Which my aunt slept in when she stayed there for a couple of months) there is a set of trundle beds which Pooh bear and I pull out and use when we stay.
Now to set the mood a little bit, there is a tv in the bedroom that will go to snow until it warms up, its an older television. Now this night, is around the beginning of October (a year after the cancer was diagnosed) and while over there I decide to go in there and turn the tv on and let it warm up. I go back into the dining room and am in there for about 30 minutes before I decide to go to bed.
I go in there, and the tv had been turned off. Now Pooh bear was in the livingroom crashed in my daddy's lazyboy. He had been asleep for about an hour. I know he hadn't been in there. So, not thinking too much about it, I turn the tv back on, let it do its thing and get ready for bed. I get into bed, reach down to get something out of the floor and have this overwhelming feeling that there is something under the bed. Now there is no room under the pull out bed for anyone to fit under there, but I could not shake this feeling.
So, I get my pillow and go down on the couch and crash there with Pooh bear in the livingroom. While down there I glance up for just a second and swear I can see someone standing in the walkway to the livingroom. I take a second look, and there is nothing there. Nothing.
So I get about an hours sleep, Pooh bear wakes up, gets me so we can go into the bedroom and I go with him. All through the night I keep hearing little bumps in the kitchen and dining room. At one point, Pooh bear actually was running to the restroom and I could have sworn for just a moment that he was running after someone. All night I'd felt like someone else was in that house besides my mama, Pooh bear and I.
Of course, I take time to process all of this in my brain and I call Saturn. Saturn and I go back a ways as you know and she's very into the spiritual afterlife. So I know I can tell her this and she will give me an outsiders opinion on the whole thing without thinking I'm nuts. First she tells me I need to tell my mama. Then she tells me to get a tape recorder and see if I can catch an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon).
Now, if you've ever seen the movie White Noise, then you understand why I'm a little reluctant to do so. I don't have a recorder anyway. But, back to the story.
So, a couple of nights later (back at my own place now), I keep hearing stuff in my kitchen. Now I'm off work for a week and in the week I keep hearing these noises and begin to wonder if I'm actually hearing them or if my mind is just messing with me. And it's nothing serious. Just little things, like something falling off the counter, a fork falling in the sink, a cup shifting in the cupboard. Little noises.
At that point I decide to ask my mama if she's heard any goings on at her place as well. I tried to approach it very lightly because its still kind of a touchy subject and the last thing I wanted to do was to upset my mama. She's been through so much.
Sure enough, she's heard little things at home too at night. A silverware falling in the sink, someting shifting in the cupboard, a hose coming unwound, little noises just like I've heard. We talk about it more and more and realize that the same things are coming from both places. I come home that night and Pooh bear let the dog out and while he was getting her taken care of something hit my sliding glass door. Now occasionally Pooh bear will toss something at the door so that I can bring him something outside or what not. I peek my head out the door, ask him what he needed and he has no clue, because he hasn't thrown anything at the patio door.
Well, if I had any doubt before, the other night was the absolute kicker. Pooh bear and I pretty much spent the whole weekend at my mama and daddys house over the holiday weekend. Well when I went to bed one night and chaged my clothes, I set my jeans, in the bathroom floor over my bra. I'd done that the last two nights I was there. SO, ok, I wake up in the morning and guess what...my jeans are not in the bathroom floor where I'd left them. My bra was. But not my jeans. So, I ask Pooh bear if he had moved them. He hadn't touched them. I ask my mama if she'd moved them, she hadn't touched them. No body had really even been in the bathroom. That left my daddy. Well he wakes up and I find out that my jeans were in the bathroom floor when he went to bed the night before at 2am. When I looked around, we found my jeans in the bedroom floor, at the foot of the bed, where my aunt used to leave her dirty clothes from the night before when she was staying there.
So, you can call me stupid, you can call me crazy, I don't care what you call me. I know the truth. My aunt is still hanging around. And she's got quite the sense of humor, to let us know that she's still here. I talk to her from time to time. And when I do, she usually doesn't mess with us while we are sleeping like she did that first night.
So Oklahoma, if you're watching me type this or if you're with my mama when she reads this, we know your here. We almost enjoy the little things now. We know your sense of humor is definitely still in tact and we miss you like crazy. We've missed a lot over the last 35 years, and I wish we'd had more time to get to know you. However, respectfully though, you really kinda freaked me out the other day. But I love you anway. Miss ya.
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