nope, not the rest of the ghost stories.......yet. just a final entry before i hit the hay. i hope those that have read the last entry enjoyed it. i might make it an ongoing thing. if you wish to continue doing ghost stories, just email me.
well, i am exhausted from doing nothing today, so i think i will pull up a KITTYCAPTION and say goodnight.................
Wait no longer......GHOST STORIES is here.
#1) From Greg, over at (http://journals.aol.com/radar446/PhotoTrek/):
Jennifer and I lived in an apartment which had been there since the early 60's according to the management. It was a two bedroom deal with one of the bedrooms used as an office. There was a hall that led from the bedrooms down to a den on the right with a pass through to the living room. The living room also opened up to the dining room at the end of the hall. The kitchen was off to the side and went between the dinging room and the hall.
Anyway...Jennifer worked at night as a waitress so I was home alone till about 11pm during the week. I would sit in the office and play on the computer for most of that time. Every once in a while I would get this sensation that I was being watched. I would turn around and would swear that I would see something in the doorway heading down the hall. I didn't think much about it, thinking I was seeing things. I never got up to look, because I didn't hear anything, so I knew nobody was in the hall.
I then started getting that same feeling when I was in the living room at night watching TV. I would look up and would see something..just a shadow in the doorway leading to the kitchen. The shadow would run back down the hall, and I could see him through the den (remember the doors in these room allowed a clean view into the hall). After a while I started to be able to see a shape, and could recognize him as a man, and eventually, I could make out features and clothing. He was a white guy, kind of stocky with a red and black plaid shirt, blue jeans, suspenders, toboggan, and brown boots. He had a moustache and full beard with a medium brown hair color. I wasn't able to make all this out at one time. Each time I saw him, I would see more of him, and be able to make out more and more details.
I was convinced that I was going nuts, and wrote it all off as being tired...maybe sniffing too many chemicals at the body shop I worked at. Whatever it was, I knew I wasn't seeing what I thought I was. The only times I saw him was at night in either the living room, or the office. I would never see him anywhere else in the apartment, nor would I ever hear him. However, if I was in either of those rooms, and felt like I was being watched...I would see him...every time.
We moved from the apartment when I got hired with the PD and we moved to another city. About a year and a half after we moved, I had just about forgotten about seeing this figure until one day at a friends house. Jennifer and I were visiting her and the subject of ghosts came up. I immediately remembered my friend from the previous apartment. I thought that I might as well share my kooky story and let everyone laugh at me.
I began to tell the story and when I got to the part where I would see a shadow run down the hall I happened to look over at Jennifer...........
I can only describe the look on her face as terror. She lost all color in her skin, her eyes dilated, and she was breathing very heavy..........
She simply said........
You saw him too??
Immediately chills went through my body and I knew that what I had seen was real. I began to describe him to her, and she finished the description for me. We both remembered the exact same details about him. She had only seen him from those same two rooms...just as I had. It was always when she was home alone, and always when she got the feeling that she was being watched.
To this day, we refer to him as our ghost. Strangely enough, we miss him.
#2) From Barbara (no journal listed, email: bhbner2him):
"Mine concerns Bragg Light on Bragg Road between Saratoga and Kountze, TX. Several different stories abound. You can search it. There was a hotel ran there. The Railroad ran nearby. Through the woods. Supposedly a conductor was decapatated and searches still for his head in the woods. When you drive down the road at night you can often encounter a floating light there. It will seemingly chase after or follow your car. Many, many people have seen the light. I have. Different theories about what exactly it is. - Barbara"
#3) From Lisa over at (http://journals.aol.com/wwfbison/life-on-a-bison-farm/):
My story isn't in my own home but rather my mothers. She & my step-dad live in an old farmhouse situated in the middle of the farm. They have remodeled and added a large addition but the one thing they didn't count on was sharing the house with a spirit or as I call her, a ghost.
I volunteered to stay at my moms house for a weekend to care for her 6 dogs while she took a short getaway. I had heard the tales of the ghost and I didn't think about it all when I agreed to babysit the dogs.
The first night I was in the house I noticed the upstairs was significantly colder than the downstairs. I figured it was the air conditioning since there are actual holes in the floor from long ago to let the heat rise into the bedrooms when the house was heated only by a fireplace.
I tried to enter the extra bedroom and found the door was locked, or so I thought. I jiggled the door knob and it is the old style with the latch style lock on it. I realized the door was not locked but rather something was holding it shut. Chills ran up my spine and my heart began to race. The stories my mom had told me about the ghost came into my mind. The stove being turned on while nobody was in the kitchen, items being moved across the floor, doors slamming without explanation.
I ran downstairs and sat with the dogs in the backroom of the house and watched television until I fell asleep only to woken by a very loud thud. I took the dogs with me and went upstairs to find the door to the room I had been trying to enter was wide open and still swinging. I ran downstairs again and didn't venture up the steps the rest of the night.
Morning came and as always I felt better with the light of day. I thought perhaps the whole thing was my imagination. I had heard so many stories about the ghost I figured subconsciously Imust have planted the seed in my mind.
I took care of the dogs, did all of the farm chores and headed home. It only takes me 2 minutes to walk home but I drove since I had my overnight bag with me. I got into my car, backed out of the driveway and waited for the electric gates to the entrance of the farm to open...while I was sitting there waiting for the gates to open I happened to glance up at the second story of the house and what I saw still gives me chills to this day.
A woman was looking out the window. She was older with gray hair pulled tightly back in a bun. She had a flowered dress on, the type with the doily like collar and lace. She was a larger woman, stocky and tall. She was standing in the window of the room I could not enter the night before and she watched me leave. She was as clear as you or I.
When I described her to my mom she knew exactly what I was going to say ...it was the same ghost she has seen many times.
She is most active in July. My mom pulled the mantle out of the barn which was from the original farmhouse which had burned to the ground. The replacement farmhouse also burned to the ground, in both instances the mantle survived. She had that mantle installed in her living room over her fireplace when they remodeled. The only date she can see on the very heavy slate mantle is July 18?? .
Lisa
Due to lack of space, the next 2 stories will be in the next entry.
well, so much for getting up early and getting all my errands done. i guess yesterday was harder on me than i originally thought. i awoke several times early this morning not being able to breathe, my mouth was extremely dry from breathing through my mouth, and i just had to get up and take care of the matter. i was finally able to breathe, so went back to sleep. i awoke to the alarm at 9 am, but kept hitting the snooze, and finally, just gave up and went back to sleep. i got up around 11:30 am and when my feet hit the floor, i knew i wasn't going anywhere today. no energy. my head hurts, from the pollen i think. i can't keep my eyes open for very long. i just feel like going back to bed. maybe i need a multivitamin or something to perk me up.
i apologize for the horrendously long entry yesterday. i am one long with words, and i felt i had to get my story in black and white (or blue and pink, lol). it helps to write it down, whether you do anything with it or not.
i have been reading some gothic poetry of an old online friend this morning, and it is very good (at least i think it is). if you are interested in reading some of it, this is the link:
http://journals.aol.com/whisperoangels2/JUSTMEMISERYANDCOMPANY/
i had to cut the air conditioning on when i finally got up today. it helps cut the edge of the 78 degree temps outside. another reason i don't want to venture out. the air conditioning in my car is out.........and it gets really hot in there.
i have received 4 ghost stories to put into the journal entry, as well as one of my customers at the store told me one about her house, so i will be doing that entry possibly this afternoon or tonight. like i mentioned before, one of my entries even has a couple of pictures. now how is that for ghostly lore???
is it just my computer and my aol, or is anyone else having problems with spell check? i usually spell most of my words correctly, so there is little yellow highlighting when i hit spell check, but it highlights letters within words..........like in the word "usually" it will highlight the "a", for no apparent reason. maybe spell check has a "vanna white ghost" that likes letters, lol.
as i cannot see to type anymore right now from my eyes continuing to close on me, i am going to sign off and take a nap.......or maybe i will take some sinus meds and try to stay awake. either way, i shall return........much to my readers' chagrin, lol.
speaking of eyes, i have chosen a different type of captioned picture today. this isn't a KITTYCAPTION, but i thought it was so adorable, i had to caption it and put it here on the journal............so here it is:
Have you ever awakened and knew immediately it wasn’t going to be a good day? Well, today was that day. I didn’t have a great vision or anything. I just got out of bed and wanted to stay home. I have a set routine each morning, and this morning I just couldn’t get into that routine. I got to work and things seemed normal enough. I went to the restroom, combed my hair, then fixed me a glass of ice water in the kitchen and went up to start my day at the register. Still, nothing concrete, but that nagging feeling “today is NOT going to go well”.
It was nearing time for me to take a break when an older black man walked up to the counter with an armful of clothes. He immediately told me that “the short lady told him he could get some clothes for free”. I asked him if he knew her name and when did she tell him this. He didn’t know her name, but from what he was saying, it seemed “she” had just told him that. I knew that our “intake” specialist was on a day of vacation, so I told him I would go and check with someone in the back as to who he had talked with and what they had told me. I asked the older women in the back who has been there the longest if she was the “short” lady he had spoken to, and she said it wasn’t her, but to tell him that he would have to wait till the director came back from running errands. I went back to the front and did so. The man started saying things like “oh no, that can’t be right” and “I come in all the time and the little short lady always tells me I can get what I need” and “I don’t have anything to wear and this just ain’t right”. He walked off toward the door and I put the clothing on another counter so as to wait on another customer.
The man walked back toward me and asked how much they would be if he paid for them. I pulled out the calculator and, giving him a discount on each item, with tax, it came to around $12. I told him and he went outside. I began waiting on the other customers in my line when a few minutes later a large hand came out of nowhere to the front right of me and slammed the counter and this booming male voice started announcing who they were and who they were with and what types of volunteer work he has done and how often he had worked with that very salvation army store and I couldn’t even give a man some clothes when he had nothing to wear? First of all, the man’s hand slamming down on the counter frightened me and his booming voice only made it worse. But when I looked up at the man, he was a very very very large (obese) white man about 6’5” with a very red angry face. He kept on yelling at me for not helping the black man with clothing. I interrupted his tirade and asked if I was allowed to tell the man my side of the story, the truth, and he kept trying to talk over me, yelling louder and louder. I looked around the store and it appeared that everything was in slow motion, and all eyes in there were on the man. I turned to the phone and called over the pager for the woman in the back (who had told me to tell the man to come back when the director was there) to come to the register immediately. She came up and I started to explain what had happened when the white man started talking over me again, and this time, though still very loud, he changed his tone a bit with her. His story was much different than when he was talking to me. He was a bit calmer and almost apologetic……..to her. I tried to interject my side there in front of both of them, and he accused me of being unfair and unjust and he was going to call the home office of the salvation army and report the incident as well as me. The woman patted me on the back and shushed me. I could see he wasn’t going to own up to the truth, and then he said “I” accused him unjustly, so I turned and headed to the back and left her up there with him. As soon as I hit the back door to the warehouse, one of the community service girls came right up behind me and pulled me into a hug and stood there, clutching me tightly, rubbing my back and telling me not to let it upset me. When she did that, I burst into tears and then one of my coworkers came over and asked what was wrong and hugged me, as well as another community service worker, and then the coworker pulled me by the hand to the picnic table outside and by then I was hysterical. I was sobbing deeply and just couldn’t stop crying and shaking. I looked up and another coworker came up and put her arm around me and asked what had happened and I couldn’t even speak I was shaking so badly and snuffling. Then the woman who had come up to the register to handle things came up to me and was concerned about me and told me she took care of things and for me to not worry about it. They all told me I did the right thing, but I couldn’t stop crying and wondering why it all happened. Wanna hear the really ironic thing? Guess where the man claims to be a volunteer FROM. The First Baptist Church, right here in my town, the very church my landlord, the mayor, is a member of. Fine representation of Christianity, right???? It is people like this man that cause non Christians to remain agnostic or atheist due to the hypocrisy. I guess he thought since he was loud, huge, and tall he could bully his way to the end results. I bet he was a big bully all the way through school.
Awhile later the man came back, but didn’t come in. I noticed several people running around looking for the director and I found out why. The man was outside and the director went out to talk to him. He said the man was very apologetic and was truly sorry it all happened……even donated some of his old suits. Point is……..he never came in and apologized to me.
I felt pretty good today healthwise, so even though it was nearing time for me to go to lunch, I decided I wasn’t going to fuss today, just wait and see if anyone came up to relieve me for lunch. About 15 minutes before my lunchtime, one ofthe ladies came up and said I could go on to lunch. I asked if she had already gone on her lunchbreak, and she said it didn’t matter, because when I got back from my lunchbreak, she was going home early. I asked her why, and she said because she was pissed. I wondered if maybe “I” had done something, and she said that one of the other coworkers and she had been more or less fighting in the back the last couple of hours and another coworker was doing nothing but putting stuff in her van before it ever got into the store, and she was just sick and tired of it. She was supposed to leave at 5 anyway, so she was just going to leave early and get away from it all.
I wasn’t planning on eating lunch out today, but with all that was going on, I decided I wanted to be far away from there for at least 45 minutes. So I Subway’d. I was stuffed when I got through with my 6” tuna sandwich, but I had a peaceful lunchbreak. I hated to go back. But I did.
When I got back, I discovered that there had been a mistake. The director had scheduled only 2 of us to close, and neither of them, (me and another girl) knew how to set the alarm. The director was under the impression he had shown me how. It was while I was finding all this out that I also found out what some of the problem was between the 2 women in the back. One had said she was giving her key back to the director, because she wasn’t coming in to open anymore, neither was she closing. The other coworker decided to stay and help me close up the store. The director showed me how to set the alarm and to shut it off when I come in, as well as gave me the passcode in case the alarm company called and asked for it to shut off the alarm. So I guess I am about to be “promoted” without a raise in pay, lol. I am sure he will ask me to come in early and open up, as well as close up some evenings (the latter of which I already do).
I got an afternoon break and while I was sitting outside in the back, one of the volunteers drove up, came over and sat down and started talking to me. I went in after my break and went on back to the cash register. I noticed about 30 minutes later, the man sped off in his truck. I wondered why he didn’t stick around like he usually did. Well, I found out why. My daughter’s 3rd grade teacher has become our volunteer librarian, and keeps the books in order and rotates them to keep a new supply and more choices available. I really like her, and I just assumed she liked me too, but probably wasn’t as fond of me as I was of her. She has known the man who volunteers for some time, and I have known her for 14 years. All the folks in the back save all the wigs that come in for me. Some of them are costume wigs, some are expensive wigs. Today, a practice head was donated. It has hair on it, and the cosmetology students use them to learn how to cut hair. It had most of the hair cut off the lower back, and then it was about an inch long on the top. It looked rather comical. It had a face that could be made up with makeup and had makeup on it.
After I went back up front, the man volunteer made some comment to another volunteer about how the mannequin head looked just like me. The librarian went off on him. Blessed him out, told him I was a very nice person, sweet person, and couldn’t help how my hair looked and it was rude and inconsiderate of him to talk about me that way, and she wasn’t going to have it. Whew!!!! Man!!!!! I wasn’t expecting that!!! One of the volunteers he was talking to about me came up and told me what had happened. He took off really fast after he got that tongue lashing. I will have to thank her the next time I see her.
I finally made itthrough the day, though emotionally bruised and battered. I am off tomorrow, so hopefully I can recouperate from today. It is payday so I have some running around to do. I also hope that the state income tax check comes so that I can pay off one of the ladies I owe money to. I will soon have all my personal loans paid off and that will feel really good.
Well, I have bored all of you long enough in this entry. I just had to vent. I just don’t understand grown people who feel they have to bully others. We are all created equal and all deserve to be treated with respect until we do something to no longer earn it.
Today's KITTYCAPTION:
i was surprised to find that my foot was much better today, after adding the gel pads to my shoe yesterday. after being on it most of the day, and after the ibuprofen wore off, it hurt a little. my arm had started out feeling like it was going to give me trouble today, but it didn't, thank God.
i think i had spring fever today. i didn't feel bad. i didn't have a headache, i didn't really hurt anywhere, i wasn't tired. i just didn't want to be at work. i wanted to be outside, playing, shopping, doing anything at all but working. sigh.............
we had a truly busy day today. we didn't sell enough to make our bonus, though. there were a few moments when i was afraid i was going to have a problem with a customer, but all went mostly well.
after work today most of the staff and volunteers went over to baby jane's to eat and celebrate one of the employees wedding anniversary. there were 14 of us, including our director and his wife. as usual, we had a good time, laughing a lot, and just enjoying being in each other's company. one of my co-workers paid for my supper, even though i asked her not to. she also paid for one of her friends, who is a volunteer.
i am a little concerned about her. she is mostly fed up with what goes on around there. she is a prim and proper older lady, widowed a few years back, and still much in love with her deceased husband, which i think is so sweet. there is so much backbiting and so much gossip, as well as some employees just don't pull their weight around there, but there is nothing going to be done about it. my coworker is just tired of working so hard and watching others do as they please and get close to the same pay. and i agree with her. of course, i am not in the back, so i don't know who does what, but i do know what the gossip going around is saying. and i feel it is safe to believe at least 75% of the gossip about this particular subject. i guess when you get that many women together in one place, there is bound to be problems. they don't hire men, just women, because we have enough cs workers and volunteers that are men. i think if we hired a man or two around there, things would be much different. this coworker is talking very strongly about quitting. she doesn't have to work, just does to have something to fill her time when not with her grown children. i would hate to see her go. i am sure they would hire someone else, but we never know what they will be like, and things just might get worse. sigh...................
i got a really nice piece of framed art today at work. it is 4 kitties (all different) lounging around on a person's unmade bed. it is adorable. it wasn't much money and it looks really cute in the den. i am sure i will move it when i get the furniture moved into the house from the storage unit, and figure out where everything is going to go. there are certain walls i can't put nails into, due to them being 110 year old plaster walls which will crack. so i will have to place the furniture strategically and add the pictures later.
i have to work tomorrow, so really need to be getting into bed. i don't really have anything of interest to say, just venting. i did make another short video of a couple of singing dogs (stuffed and battery operated, lol) but want to fine tune my video making before putting one in my journal.
i still haven't received any more ghost stories, so it looks like i will only be adding 2, maybe 3 to my ghost story entry. this is my last request for a story, and on thursday or friday night, i think i am going to make the entry.
i ate so much at baby jane's tonight, i feel stuffed even now. i hate to sleep on an overly full tummy, but i don't have a choice.
paula over at http://journals.aol.com/plieck30/Iwantedtobeacowgirl/ has redecorated her journal and not only is the journal really pretty in blue, there is a pic of her from 1993.......wowzer, lol. of course, she is still a beautiful lady today. so hop on over there and check out the renovations.
also, the j-land photo shoot has begun, so visit krissy over at http://journals.aol.com/fisherkristina/SometimesIThink/entries/2008/04/22/jland-photo-shoot-133---spring/1619 and submit your entry.
well, i am yawning my head off, so i guess i better sign off for tonight. but NO! NOT WITHOUT THE DREADED "KITTYCAPTIONS".........................
i am glad i took it easy yesterday. today was a little hard on me. i put some gel pads in my right shoe to help ease the pain of my achilles tendon and heel, and through most of the day it worked wonderfully. then, around 2 or 3 pm, i started hurting again. i did notice that there was a sort of trade off.........while my foot was hurting, my arm with the torn rotator cuff didn't hurt. in fact, i was amazed at how good my arm has felt today. but tonight, it aches like crazy and my foot is not hurting. sigh................
years ago i said that when i got older i wasn't going to be one of those old people who complained and/or talk about their ailments all the time. and here i am......doing just that, lol. i am a wuss when it comes to pain, and believe me, everyone knows i hurt. i even had to sit down today several times to relieve my foot pain.
i am glad most of you that commented in my journal recently like my silly kittycaptions. i have always made an attempt at humor, often failing. i think it was because my father always made me feel like a failure, so i tried to do the one thing that would get my peers to notice me and even "like" me........humor. i admit that often it is juvenile or corny humor, and can sometimes verge on being annoying. but it is an integral part of me, as much as talking excessively. every place i have worked in my lifetime i have been "scolded" for talking too much. i have been doing it for 50 years, and i just don't see that changing. like i tell the people at work..........get used to it and get over it.
i have received a few promises of ghost stories in the next few days, so i will hold off till possibly friday before posting the ones i have in my journal. so if you wish to have yours posted and have not already done so, please send them to me in an email before friday night. i am off on saturday and sunday so will probably do the entry then if i have an internet connection.
i didn't have anything to feed the wild kitties tonight except bread and milk, and i don't like to give the kitties milk in the summer heat. all they need is a bad case of.......well, you know. because of this, i tried really hard not to look outside my kitchen window onto the little porch. i knew if i did, i would see miss callie out there, waiting on her supper. i would have to fry up a steak if she was there and i didn't have anything fixed. but i couldn't resist looking, and sure enough, there she was, waiting patiently for a tidbit. i searched through the fridge till i found some breakfast sausage i was saving for tomorrow night's "breakfast supper" and i went out to give it to her. she was very appreciative and allowed me to pet her again. i forgot i have some dry food i am feeding my own coatie. if she is there tomorrow night, i will give her some of that soaked in water.
as i promised, here is the next KITTYCAPTION:
knowing i have a 3 day in a row stint coming at work, i decided to just take today easy. my foot and leg are still giving me problems, so i tried to stay off it as much as possible.
i tried to sleep in, but coatie, the abominable kitty, had other ideas. first, she started playing with her noisy little toys. then, pouncing on the bed, as if she were saying "mom, it is time to get up". then, she decided to get a little sick and started the coatie gag. of course, i jumped up then, watching to see if it continued, and when it didn't, i figured i was already awake, so i got up. sigh.........and i thought i was done raising kids, lol.
i ate a little something to tide me over and to be able to take my meds, and got dressed and headed out to my old place of employment. i had some material scraps for one of my fes's, elaine, and some chips, a large pen and a leopard money clip for one of my old managers, sara. when i got to the craft store, neither of them were there, so i just went to the break room and left them on top of the computer cabinet. anna w. and kelly were up at the front registers. i was telling kelly about my new job and she was getting all jealous, and saying she only got 2 days a week there. i was telling them how i was getting 4-5 days a week, 7-8 hours each day.
i saw annette and then ginny, who gave me a hug. i went to the back and saw chris and stephanie (the witch wasn't even nice to me and i don't even work there any more) and then i called up the stairs and told jayson that i wasn't going to come back to say hello to him like he had told kelly to tell me, that i was there and was going to say hello right then. he laughed. richard was upstairs as well, but i didn't see him. i spoke to nicole back in framing and showed her what i had brought for sara.
i bought a couple of card making items and kelly gave me a discount, and then i said my goodbyes and left. i went by kfc to get some chicken livers and had to wait so long, then they messed up my order. when i got home, there was no biscuit in the order. sigh.
i came home and ate my chicken livers lunch, played awhile online and then took a nap. when i got up out of the bed, i discovered something really funny. i had been sleeping on a grocery store plastic bag. i never felt it, lol. i got up and ate the rest of my chicken livers dinner, and watched some tv. very boring day.
i did get an email from my daughter in response to my email to her. she and her boyfriend did NOT get the house they had a contract on. she was quite frustrated over it, she said. they have decided to rent for a year and then save up their money to buy an even nicer house. i told her i was sorry to hear about the house, but that meant it wasn't meant for them to have that one. i do want the best for her.
i figured out how to use my new digital camera to make videos. i even figured out how to play them back (after hunting down the instruction manual and reading it AGAIN!). i didn't save the video because it was just a test and wasn't anything exciting. just my dirty laundry corner, and my computer desk, and a sleeping cat. sigh........see how boring things are around here sometimes?
i snooped around people's journals today and read some of their favorite journals. some of them were pretty interesting. it seems that now that i have constant internet access i have little to nothing to do online. i keep checking everyone's journals for updates, since i don't have anyone on alerts. but no one updated this weekend. so i found a site with cat pictures so that i can further annoy all of you with my kitty pics with captions. lol.
and, as promised, here is today's CAPTIONED KITTYPIC.
(ps: this one is especially for OFFICER GREG KISER)
this entry is mostly about a strange thought that came into my head while watching tv earlier this evening. in february of 2009, according to all of the reports, television will no longer be analog. all signals will be digital high definition, and, unless you have cable or dish tv, you will no longer be able to receive analog signals on older model tvs. i recently ordered 2 of the free coupons for $40 off a digital converter box to allow me to continue to watch tv on my older set. there is absolutely nothing wrong with my tv. it has a great picture, sound is excellent, color is great, it has a remote............so i don't want to buy another tv. the converter box should do it or me........i hope.
but, thinking about digital signals and high definition, i remembered some recent tv entertainment shows saying how the stars were concerned about looking horrible on the digital screen. modern technology is changing the face of the world, one actor at a time. hollywood is already full of actors and wanna-be actors going under the knife to be "perfect" and to land that "perfect" part. so what is going to happen when digital high def is all there is? the plastic surgeons will be turning people away due to so many requests for "improvements". so, we have a problem................more plastic surgery, more chances for someone to get an infection and possibly even die from complications.
this may not seem an important issue, or you might say, well that is their problem, not mine. if they want to take that chance to be a star on high def tv, they will have to accept the consequences. well, that may be true, but other than the moral issue here of being concerned about another human being's life, there is the fact that, due to having to have more cosmetic work done, the stars will require more money for their services as actors, and that will drive prices of everything in the entertainment world up up up. not only that, but makeup artists will be getting a higher salary, hiding blemishes that weren't visible before. i think i am in the wrong line of business..........i need to be either a makeup artist, or cosmetic surgeon, lol.
i cannot believe that i have had uninterrupted wifi service for the last 4 days. of course, now i have probably jinxed myself.
i had to work today and, though it was a busy day, it went relatively well. of course, i am tired, and my poor achilles tendon and my heel are killing me. we did well money-wise today, and even got a head start on monday's intake.
i had my lunch bought for me today........not sure by whom........but one of my co-workers or one of the volunteers bought everyone lunch from wendy's. 5 of us sat out at the picnic table under the trees andenjoyed our lunch in the nice 70 degree weather. it was really nice for a change.
you know, i have worked numerous places in my lifetime where there are numerous female employees. and i realize where there are women, there will be cattiness. but i guess the older i get, the more i notice it. there is so much backbiting, whispering, and gossiping going on at work. i have to admit, i have been a part of it as well, but when i stand back and observe it from a distance, i realize just how juvenile it is. i pray that God will help me stop involving myself in this petty pastime, as well as help those around me stop.
i am still waiting for more ghost stories to come in before i make an entry with them. i only have 3 so far. i thought more people would have some experiences and be willing to share them. if i don't get anymore in the next day or so, i will probably go ahead and do the entry. SO HURRY!!!!
i have been playing around on the caption site again and have decided that every entry i make, i will add one. i also added one to my sidebar in the "about me" section. i am like achild with a new toy, so just overlook me until this passes, lol.
THIS ENTRY'S PIC:
the following are cartoons depicting the constantly rising gas prices. the only thing is.....it isn't funny. we are destined to pay a fiver for a gallon of gas in the very near future unless something drastic is done.
i remember when gas was 29 cents a gallon, and when it went up to 52 cents a gallon, everyone panicked and thought the world was coming to an end. now, we would all be extremely ecstatic if it went back DOWN to 52 cents a gallon. how on earth are we expected to survive in the near future? the news is always doing specials on how we, here in the united states, have enough oil to last another 60 years. now i understand that in the grand scheme of things, 60 years isn't very long, and after that, we might be back in need of some sort of trade agreement with another country. but that would give the powers that be a full 50-60 years to work out some sort of plan so that the future would look much brighter for our great great grandkids. as it is right now, our country is going to come to a grinding halt soon, if something isn't done, and DONE NOW!!!
yes, we need health care for everyone. yes, we need tax relief. but what difference will either mean if we can't afford to buy a car, then drive it to the corner store, to the doctor's office, or to the tax preparer? i haven't heard a single candidate out there that has promised me, or the rest of the middle and lower class citizens, anything that will even remotely improve and/or save our future.
ok, i am going to step down from my soap box, momentarily, and let you enjoy these "jokes".
i just went over to magic smoke and there is an entry from buckoclown that i think everyone should see, the link is below..............
http://journals.aol.com/buckoclown/Bucko/entries/2008/04/15/rainbow-treasures-o/2265
pretty much sums it all up, right???
i have been having so much fun playing with my new caption site, i have forgotten how to write, lol.
i was off work wednesday and thursday, so going back today was really difficult. i can remember being terribly concerned when i wasn't getting enough hours when i worked at the craft store. now i am getting 4-5 days a week, 7-8 hours each day. NOT COMPLAINING, MIND YOU!
i have been having a lot of pain in my achilles tendon where it attaches to my heel. it started last saturday when i was on my feet so long. but it doesn't get a lot better with time. i tried to stay off it the 2 days i was off, but after working today, it is hurting again. i wonder if it is like my shoulder.....i have a torn rotator cuff in my right shoulder. could it be the same type injury in my heel?? something to check into.
does anyone know what is going on with jeannette over at http://journals.aol.co.uk/jeanno43/JeannettesJottings/?? she hasn't posted since april 6. i miss reading her journal, and would like to know if everything is ok with her. if anyone knows anything, just let me know.
the weather has finally gotten straightened out, i think, lol. it will rain the early part of tomorrow, but then 70 degrees and dry for the remainder of the weekend and most of next week. the poor dogwood trees are shedding their petals like snow, and the azaleas are brown, all because of the freeze we had a few days ago. i missed the opportunity to get some great shots of the blooms of spring. i know everyone is sick of my indoor shots of my cat, but right now, that is all i seem to shoot on my new camera. i need to get some creative initiative and get out there and shoot nature............
i have only gotten 3 ghost stories so far. i don't want to make the ghost story entry until i have a few more, so, if you know someone who has experienced something "unearthly" or "ghostly", have them email me the story. i actually have one entry where there is a picture........and it looks pretty realistic. so, get those emails to me with your ghost story.
i am getting spoiled having an internet connection for more than a few minutes..............it has been connected for the last 3 days, either on the city wifi or through a local church's wifi. either way, i am getting a lot of things done i have needed to do for awhile.
remember i bit the tip of my tongue, and watched in a hand mirror as it miraculously healed?? well, it has begun to, um, fall off now. the tip, after healing, died, and when i chew my food, it gets caught and i chew it off........but there is no pain, thank goodness. i know that was WTMI, lol.
the wild kitties have been coming around a lot lately to be fed. there are several now. there is a new black one, much smaller than the other "blacky". there is "whitey" and another white one, "callie", who lets me pick her up, but still isn't sure of my intentions, and then of course, dear, sweet "gray". callie feels empty, like she isn't really there, just skin, and fur. i try to make sure she has plenty to eat before the others eat, since they all look healthier. i would like to bring callie in to eat in the mudroom, but i don't need fleas in the house because of my cat being a house cat only. i am not supposed to even have a cat, so the last thing i need is to have the landlord find an infestation of fleas in his abode.
while reading lisa's journal about all her kitties, i got to thinking about my own kitty, coatie. she is very loving, until you try to pick her up and make her a lap kitty. she won't have any part of that at all. she loves to be "petted" by my foot and will nudge and nudge, and get so excited that she will bite me. i know she isn't being mean, but sometimes, it really does hurt, lol. she loves having her tummy rubbed. she sleeps in the small of my back at night, and keeps scooting closer and closer, pushing me off the other side of the bed, lol. i will reach over behind me and rub her belly (you can't miss it, even in the dark) and she will turn upside down for better coverage.
i have noticed something of late. when i first started my offline journal, i was very depressed, mostly due to not making enough money to pay my bills, and never knowing if i was going to have a place to lay my head at night and a car to drive. i wrote a lot of poetry, most of which was somber and depressing. but i was writing. now, i cannot awaken any of my creativity. it is dormant. is this why most great artists lived a life of depression, alcoholism, and strife??? does depression bring about greatness, creativity?? why can i not write while being happy?? i sit sometimes staring at the screen for long periods of time, and nothing, absolutely nothing, comes to mind worth writing. like the earlier part of this entry.........some of it just filler while my mind tried to find something worth penning. it is a form of writer's block. and i am not liking it. sigh..................
a picture i took tonight at dusk, out of my spare bedroom window, of the moon, almost full, over the methodist church across the street. it was a very hazy moon. you can tell it is going to rain tomorrow.
being a cat lover myself, i really relish finding a journal or a site that is more or less devoted to cats. each cat has a separate and unique personality.
while dashing around reading journals today, i came across one that made me laugh and cry. in fact, i got so engrossed in the journal, i kept going back in the archives to the very beginning. now that was some reading, lol.
i am sure most of you already know of lisa, the bison farmer, cat and dog lover. but i just wanted to showcase her journal for all of you out there that truly love animals, and respect those who do something about poor abused and abandoned animals. so if you haven't been to lisa's journal, maybe you can spare a few minutes to check it out at:
http://journals.aol.com/wwfbison/life-on-a-bison-farm/
(i also had to add another of the captioned pics. i didn't take the pic or do the caption. the cat supposedly spelled the words, lol)
i would like to thank guido for putting an entry into magic smoke for my ghost stories. i have gotten a couple, but hope that more of you will drop me an email with your ghost story. i am sure a lot of you have experienced something in your lifetime that you just can't explain. if you have pictures of a ghost or orbs, or anything that could be considered paranormal, include that in your email. i am really excited about this endeavor, so please, get those emails in to me.
the following is another pic i added a caption to..........i didn't take the pic, and it doesn't have anything to do with ghosts. but i thought it was a cute pic, and the caption came to me immediately. i know, i am having way too much fun with this new site i have found, lol. actually, i am just elated to have internet access for long enough to play with these sort of things again.
i was just looking at some journals i haven't been to in awhile, and i found a site that allows you to add captions to your pictures. i have successfully done one and wanted to put it here so that i can try it out. so here goes............
since i live in a haunted house, i have been interested in ghosts. for some time now i have wanted to do an entry where people tell me their own personal experiences with ghosts. i would love to hear them, as well as print them for others to read.
if you are interested in doing this, please email me your ghost story and i will cut and paste it into my journal. if you wish to remain anonymous, i will honor your wishes, but if not, i will print your journal address if you send it along in the email.
this is totally voluntary, so let me know if you are interested and, when i have several stories, i will print them here in the journal. since aol only allows 25,000 words and spaces, keep it to the point, please, so that i might be able to get more entries into the journal.
here's to happy ghost hunting...............
I went into the gas station today and
asked for five dollars worth of gas...
The clerk farted and gave me a receipt.
