Archive for October, 2014

 

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My oldest has the smallest bedroom in the house. I usually go in her room right before I go to bed and turn off the t.v. for her. She sleeps right through it too. When the t.v. goes off, that is the darkest room ever! I. hate. it!  When I was growing up, my room was right off the dining room. It was a good size room too. Since I had to walk through the dining room and living room to get to a bathroom at night, my mom put in a night light so I could see. Not only that I was and still am afraid of the dark. To this day, I remember coming out of the bathroom and running back to my room as fast as I could. I wasn’t even allowed to watch scary movies back then, so I can’t even blame my fears on Freddy or Jason.

Also, in my daughters room, her closet door doesn’t like to stay shut. It drives me nuts. When I see it open, even in the day, I have to shut it. She is unaware of my weird phobias, thank goodness. I try not to act like it is a big deal but there is something about an opened dark ass closet that freaks me the *@#$@ out! My closet is always shut, and I can usually tell when she goes in it, she leaves it opened  just a crack. She used to come in our room early in the morning, since the bathroom that she uses is also ours. She would then go into the closet to change clothes, when done, she would leave the door opened just enough, that when I woke up I would jump every time. I finally asked her about it, she said that she didn’t want to wake Little L up with shutting the door. I told her to either shut the darn door or wait till everyone is up and then change clothes. Better yet, take your outfit into your room the night before…duh. (She has a dresser but has other stuff crammed into it, and her closet is more for storage.)

I’m not only a coward in my house but going outside after dark also gets me. Oldest and I had put a spiderweb in her window as a Halloween decoration. It is pretty good size and has lights on it. She wanted to go out the other night to see it. We got outside and rounded the corner and it is really really dark out for only being like 7 p.m. The street is quiet which makes it even more spooky. We looked at the decoration and then she decided to run across the street to check the mailbox. I didn’t want her to go, but she did anyways. I just happened to look up and across the street I saw a dark figure. At first it looked like it was standing then it looked like it was walking down our way. I didn’t want to scare her, but I did holler and say hurry up. She started back across and the figure was still there. We headed up to the front of the house and I still had a feeling of dread. I had to look one more time just to see if it was still standing or walking towards us. I looked and saw…a very big, spooky trash can sitting by another bunch of mailboxes. I laughed to myself as we headed into the house. I didn’t tell her but I did tell my hubby about it later on that night.

So every night it is the same thing. I get in her room, ready to turn the t.v. off and I always glance at that closet door right before the room goes dark. Oldest is peacefully sleeping behind me and I am still a big coward and do a power walk out of her room. Silently praying that she didn’t leave a shoe in the way as I go. 🙂

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I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man.

I will chase you as fast as I can,

‘Cause I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man.

You will run, thinking… it’s

just for fun.

But when you hear me scream, you

will hope that it is just a dream…

‘Cause I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man!

 

Trying my hand at a spooky poem inspired by one of my daughters favorite toys.

 

Last year's pic but she still loves him.

Last year’s pic but she still loves him.

 

One of my favorite pics.

One of my favorites.

Saturday night we got to go to our very first Boo Fest here in town. I wanted to go last year, but Little L was only 4 months old and we didn’t want to have her out after dark if we didn’t have to. So we just stayed at home. This year, I decided that we were going. I had been planning it for a couple of weeks. If my hubby didn’t want to take out Little L, then the oldest and I would just go by ourselves. Oldest decided that she wanted to be a zombie teenager and I gave in. I wanted cutesy matching outfits for the girls, but I got cheap at the last minute. All I had to buy her was some zombie makeup and my mom bought her some zombie tights. She wore the pink shorts that she no longer likes because she didn’t mind getting makeup on them for the zombie effect. We bought Little L a pair of halloween pajamas. Glow in the dark skeleton. I said I got cheap!

It was a busy day all around. I had to go up to Walmart to order a birthday cake and so that trip always takes atleast 2 hours or more when my mom and oldest goes. I would be in and out within minutes if I could just get out of this house one time by myself. It never happens, so I just roll with it, trying not to stress. Boo Fest started at 6 p.m. so I was going to make dinner early then leave around 5:30 to get a place to park. My mom decided that she would just pay for us something to eat there so I wouldn’t have to cook. Ok…I love not having to cook. I made sure Little L had something in her tummy tho before we left. Then we had to stop at an ATM for some cash for the food, oh and we were suddenly low on gas, so we had to stop and do that. I didn’t think we would ever get there and it was less then a mile up the road.

We finally got there and it was already packed.  It was fun to see all the little kids dressed up. People were carrying pumpkins to their cars like it was gold. We made the trek across the parking lot and got into the area. There were a tons of bouncy houses and carnival like games, and I few food stands. They also had a live band which was pretty cool. Oldest decided she wanted to go up into one of the bouncy houses and we tried to get Little L up in there, but no, she wasn’t having it. She was in one of her moods, I think that it was just too late in the evening for her to enjoy herself. Everytime the band started up another song, she cried. We did get her to go into the pumpkin patch. It was littered with all kinds of small pumpkins. She picked up two and I got a few pics of her. Couldn’t get her to smile at all. After we got her out, I told oldest to go pick her out some pumpkins, she came back with 3 pretty cool ones.

After that it just went down hill. Why did I ever think that this would work out? Oldest got super clingy like she had never seen people before. I tripped over her a couple of times because she was so close. Little L kept crying and making her little pouty face. She didn’t want to walk and we had her stroller but she wanted daddy to carry her. I wanted to go on the haunted train ride, but I couldn’t figure out where the entrance was so we just stood there, in the middle of the field. I looked at my hubby and said I’m ready when you are. We left shortly after, we tried to get oldest to go play but she just wouldn’t. She is not an outgoing kid like we would like her to be. She said it was too crowded and she just felt out of place because there were so many little kids there.

We got home and only had been gone little over an hour. I felt bad that the night was a bummer but we did score some pretty cute pumpkins and I got a few good shots of our little pumpkins too.

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How about them Vampire movies? Now I’m not talking about the one where they sparkle in the sun but the ones where they only come out at night. Those are the scary ones.

There are a lot of great Vampire movies out there. I think I watched about every one of them. My addiction did not start until one movie though.  I fell in love with Vampires when I was a teenager when The Lost Boys was released in 1987.  I actually got to see it in the theater, even though my mom didn’t like movies like that. The Lost Boys changed everything for me. From the moment it started the music just drew you in and I was hooked. Not to mention that the cast had some fine looking guys in it too. I mean look at Jason Patric and Kiefer Sutherland. Who didn’t want a bad boy dressed in black, ya know. As soon as the soundtrack was released, I had to have it and I still own it today. It has some great songs on it, like People are Strange from the Doors, and Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me written by Elton John. Good Times and Laying Down the Law both by INXS. and who can forget the theme song Cry Little Sister.

SLEEP ALL DAY. PARTY ALL NIGHT. NEVER GROW OLD. NEVER DIE. IT’S FUN TO BE A VAMPIRE.

My oldest brother worked in a movie rental store and when this movie finally came out on VHS, I went to work with him one day just to watch it. We didn’t own a VHS player at the time.  (I know, that’s a bit ironic!) They also received the official movie poster for advertising the movie. When the poster came down, he brought it to me. It was the best ever. I stared at this poster for hours sometimes, while listening to the soundtrack. I told you I was hooked. And the coolest thing was Kiefer’s eyes followed you when you walked from one side of the room to the other! I wish I still had that poster. It was thrown out when I left home. 😦

So, if you haven’t ever, never watched this movie. this should definitely be on your must watch list before October ends. If  you have seen it, what the hell, watch it again! 😉

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Have you ever watched a horror movie that just creeps you out? You know the ones that make you think twice about going down that dark hall way to use the potty in the middle of the night. You decide to just hold it till morning. The kind that gives you the heebie jeebies long after the show is over and you jump at every little noise coming and going. Then you have to keep telling yourself that it was just a movie. Yep, been there and done that one alright. But I have to say that I love to watch a good scary movie.  I usually scare myself silly with my own imagination hours after the movie is over. When I go to the bathroom at night, I will not, nope, never, you can’t make me, look into the mirror as I am entering or exiting the room. Which is pretty hard, our bath has 2 huge mirrors in it.

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I also hate getting up in the middle of the night and trekking to the kitchen for my little one’s bottle. Oh it’s easy going in, but having to turn out the light and head back to the bedroom, a whole other story. I leave my cell phone lying on one of the counters and I will turn it on right before turning the light off, so I have a little bit of light. I know, I am a big scaredy cat for sure. Most of the time, if there is a noise, it is just my dog moving around to see what I am doing.  So why do I do it to myself? Honestly, I do not know.

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Last night, the hubby and I decided to watch  Scream 2 on Netflix. This one I have seen several times so it really isn’t that scary. Just nice to refresh the memory. When I first watched Scream, I had rented it, because my ex had invited some work buddies over for the evening.  When it got dark every one decided they needed to drive into town and pick up some drinks. I didn’t want to go, so I stayed and put the movie on. Let me tell you, it scared the living daylight out of me. I had turned on all the lights in the house before the first 30 minutes was up. No lie! Other movies that have creeped me out and made my heart race in the middle of the night are:

1. Halloween  Michael Myers, need I say more.

2. Insidious  “Renai, I’m over here.” My husband says this with my name in a really creepy voice.

3. Insidious 2  To the women in the white dress, hey leave the baby alone!

4. The Strangers  “Because you were home.” That line has stuck with me from the first time I watched it.

5. Evil Dead  “I’ll swallow your soul!” Funny now, but it scared the crap out of me before.

6. The Conjuring  Basheba still scares the crap out of me.

7. Paranormal Activity  The ending gets me everytime.

8. Annabelle  Now the doll is creepy but didn’t really scare me, the ghost women did. And why do they always go after the baby??

9. Sinister  I could never live in a house where anyone was killed.

10. Gothica The only movie that my hubby says actually made him jump. Atleast the only one that he will admit too.

Some honorable mentions are:

Darkness Falls   Just another reason to be afraid of the dark and I used to like the tooth fairy.

The Shining   Sorry Jack, that Heeeeeer’s Johny line has got to go.

The Ring  Girl quit crawling out the damn tv already!

The Grudge  The woman crawling down the stairs is just freaky!!

 

Then there is the list of Horror movies that I will not ever watch again:  It, Candy Man, The Exorcist, Amityville Horror, The Omen, just to name a few. Not that they aren’t good, it is just that once was enough for me!!

 

They have played Freddy Vs. Jason several times this month. My hubby said that they should have made a Freddy Vs. Michael. I got all excited and said, “I think I would vote for Michael.” He just looks at me and says, “I would hope they would just kill each other.”  Oooops, my bad!  😉

 

Girl in Pink

Posted: October 17, 2014 in Fall, funny, ghost stories, Halloween, toddlers
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A chilly morning in October. The skies were dark even though daylight had been hours ago. I was standing in the kitchen when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a little girl dressed all in pink. She was very young, not even two, I thought. I noticed she was pointing down at something. Then she looked at me and smiled. I realized it was the dogs water bowl and it was full. I yelled, “No, please don’t!” She smiled at me again and then vanished.

True story… just happened this morning. 🙂

A couple of weeks ago, my oldest wanted me to tell her a scary story. I decided to tell her about a time that I was in grade school. Something kind of spooky happened to me and I have never spoken of it, until this day. So in the spirit of Halloween, I thought I would share it with you. Here it goes…

One day in early fall, my whole school went on a field trip. I can’t remember exactly what grade I was in at the time, but I am thinking 3rd or 4th. The name of the place escapes me, but it was Paradise something. Maybe Paradise Park. I remember that their was a very long swinging bridge that we had to cross over, just to get to the place. This in itself scared me, because I was and still am, afraid of heights. But we all made it across, safe and sound.

The park was pretty good size, with a playground, and some picnic tables. There were buildings that we were not allowed to go inside though. They looked like houses, but I don’t think anyone lived in them. Ok…so someone started saying that in one of the houses, they kept seeing the curtain move and they seen someone looking down. The story spread throughout the playground and finally got to my friends and I. We kept looking up at the window, but really I didn’t see anything that looked scary. But just the thought into a young girls head, made you think you saw something. I remember us all eating lunch, then heading back to school, still talking about that window.

When I got home, I immediately started telling my mom about the day. All about the playground and what went on. I then decided to tell her about the story that was spread about the mystery window. I was almost finished, when the phone rang in the living room. I, being the nosy one in the house, ran off to get the phone.  When I answered the it, there was no one there. I said Hello a few times, and still no one, not even static. I was about to say Hello one more time, and something came over me. I literally got scared right at that very moment. I thought oh no, the story was true and they didn’t want me to talk about it. I remember hanging up and walking slowly back to my mom’s bedroom. She asked me who was on the phone. I said no one, no one answered. I got really quiet and my mom asked me what was wrong. I told her I was tired and just dropped it. I didn’t even tell her the whole story. I just wanted to forget about it and go on.

I then told my daughter that this was the first time that I had ever told the story. It was true. Sometimes I would think about it, but I never told anyone. As I type this I have chill bumps going on. As I was finishing with my story, my dear, sweet hubby walked in and said, “You promised you would never tell!” With a crazy look on his face.  I think my eyes bulged out of my head. He had been listening and thought he would give me a good scare and it definitely worked. Even my daughter yelled at him.

So there you have it…hope you enjoyed my story. I have included some creepy window pics for your enjoyment. MUHAHAHAHAHA

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As you all know, the ones that read my little blog, my oldest is turning 11 very soon. She is going to be the dreaded tweeny bopper. That is what I have been calling her and she seems to like it. So let me back up and fill you in…at the beginning of the month, we were shopping and my hubby broke down and bought the oldest one of them silly tweeny bopper mags. I was actually going to buy her the first one on her birthday, but he beat me too it. Oh well. He scored major dad points that day. So a few days ago, we run out to pick up a few items, and she has her 5 dollars burning a whole in her pocket from the tooth fairy. She spies another magazine. The first one she immediately hung up all the posters, and couldn’t wait to hang these new ones up too.

Back when we moved into this house, we had bought some really cutesy girly stickers. The kind that are reusable. The Dollar Tree sells some really nice ones. We bought flowers, butterflies, and of course peace signs. We spent one afternoon putting stickers all over her walls and it really livened up the room. Fast forward a year and a half, she tells she wants to take the stickers down. I told her that I didn’t know right where I had put the backings to the stickers and why didn’t she just hang the posters over top. She thought for a minute and agreed, saying that if she took the posters down, she would still have something on the wall. Sounded great to me.

The next morning, after breakfast, she heads off to her room. Being on Fall break, I figured she was off to listen to her music and watch those silly videos she likes. I went into her room about 30 minutes later to see if she actually did her paper that is due next Wednesday, that she had been putting off writing.  I walked in to find a crumpled up pile of stickers on her desk and bare walls. I didn’t know what to say. I started picking them up and I looked at her. It was like a knife to the heart. Now you may think that I am being over dramatic, they are just stickers, yada yada yada. But it was more, much more. It was a piece of her and me. A time where we spent just hanging out, doing girly stuff. She says I never hang out with her, I say your always hiding in your room. Come out and play.

I picked up the stickers and headed out of her room and slammed the door behind me. I didn’t mean to slam the door, it just happened. But it was a good effect. Her dad saw me and he instantly knew what was wrong. He got up and went straight to her room.   She came into my room and started trying to take the clump she made back apart. I told her to leave it, I would do it. I would just hang the stickers up over Little L’s bed. Her dad said she had to put some back up so she took all the peace ones and I kept the rest. Her dad also told her she was grounded and no sleep over on Saturday night. Oh no…not the sleep over. That is when her attitude changed and she was determined to hang up stickers.

After awhile, I calmed down, and went into her room to do what I originally set out to do. I was sitting at the laptop reading over her paper and she asked me if I was mad. I told her I wasn’t mad, I was sad. Those stickers meant something to me. She then told me that she wasn’t a little kid anymore. She was going to be 11 soon and she wanted a change. I told her that was fine. I was holding back what I really wanted to say. I wanted to tell her no, she couldn’t grow up, she had to stay my little baby forever.  She was still my baby girl no matter.  Then she said her dad told her she was grounded, no sleep over. I didn’t say anything. She waited several minutes and asked if she was really grounded. I gave in and said no, you can still go. We hugged and that was that. She went on to talk about how cute this boy was and how awesome that boy sang. I sat and listened. She even had me rate each band members picture 1 to 10. I kept giving them low scores and she would get mad. She finally got tired of it and went to play with Little L.

I sat for a few more minutes, taking it all in.

 

 

The girl came home from school to an empty house everyday. Her mom worked and would be home around 5. Her daily routine was to come in, and immediately call her mom at work to let her know she was safe at home. Everyday she called, the same lady answered the phone. “Hi Brenda”, the girl said. “Can I speak to my mom, please?” The lady on the other end, who recognized the girls voice, said “Sure thing hun, hold on.” Every day it was the same thing. The girl would talk to her mom and tell her that she was ok. Tell her about homework or if she had an easy day. Then the girl would say good bye, hang up and ransack the kitchen for goodies to eat.

One Monday afternoon, she got home from school and did her usual thing.  All the teachers gave some kind of homework today for some reason. But not letting it get to her, she proceeded to call her mom. When Brenda answered the phone, “Thank you for calling YCH, how can I direct your call?” The girl thought, knowing Brenda’s voice, that she sounded kind of sad today. The girl responded by saying “Hi Brenda, how are you?” The voice on the other end said “I’m good, how about you?”  “Ok, lots of homework tho, can I speak to mom.”  “Ok hun.” She always called her hun. The girl laughed at this thought and said thank you. When her mom came on the other end, the girl started telling her about her day. She was in good spirits, besides the mound of homework that awaited her. In her ramblings to her mom she said, “I think it’s funny how Brenda always calls me hun.” Her mom became quiet for a moment, then said, “Brenda died over the weekend, she had a heart attack.” The girl froze, not knowing what to say. Silence. Her mom spoke, “Are you ok?” No words could form from the girls mouth. Thoughts ran through her head. Lots of thoughts. What…How could…who was that that had answered the phone? How did they know who to transfer the call to? She started to cry and hung up the phone. Several minutes later, the phone rang. She answered, trying to control the tears. It was her mom. “Honey, are you alright?” “It’s ok to cry. I will be home soon.” The girl nodded and squeaked out a tiny ok and hung the phone up once more.

 

Back in June, took the oldest to the dentist. All was good, no cavities, I might ad. He did say that she would be losing 3 molars very soon. Well the third one finally came out night before last. I have to say she has been keeping me the tooth fairy quite busy.  Now everyone starts out getting like a quarter from the good ole tooth fairy, then they move up to a dollar. The older they get the wage goes up for them pearly whites. She had lost a few other baby teeth and never said a word about leaving them under her pillow, so when she lost the first of the three molars, I totally was not thinking she would remember.

The first night she didn’t tell me. I guess she wanted it to be a surprise. Oh it was a surprise. The next morning she was bummed because she didn’t get a visit, but hopeful that she would come that night. Well, I have to say, the tooth fairy had fallen asleep early and since she is getting up in years, just doesn’t remember things like she used to. Like they say third time is a charm. Third night, I snuck into her room and all I had was a 5 dollar bill in my purse. I thought ok, that would make up for missing the first 2 nights. Then a few weeks later out popped the second molar. Again, she didn’t say anything to me about putting it under her pillow, even though I should have asked. I went to bed before she did, cause it was a weekend night and she gets to stay up one night late. So my hubby comes in about an hour after I went to snoozeville and woke me up asking how much should he put under her pillow. She had told him after I went to bed that she was once again expecting the tooth fairy to make her way to her room. I told him I left her 5 bucks, cause that is all I had. He was like “5 bucks?!” ” I don’t know if I have that.” He looked and luckily he did. Daddy played tooth fairy that night and I had a very happy girl the next morning.

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Now that third molar finally made its way out, and once again, I the good fairy forgot to make her appearance. She tells me the next day that she didn’t visit and that she even left the tooth out on her desk so she could find it.  I was so disappointed in myself. I let her down. So that night, sure enough I had another 5 dollars in my purse and I gave it to my hubby to put in her room when he went to turn her t.v. off when he came to bed. Oldest didn’t say anything the next morning about it. I went into her room to help with school work and saw the money on her desk. I asked where did that come from, she said “Oh the tooth fairy!” “But it was weird, I found the money on the floor over here and the tooth on the other side on the floor.” “Well that is strange,” I said. “Crazy old tooth fairy!” I asked hubby what happened and he said that he folded it up and stood it on one end on the table with the tooth on top of the bill. The ceiling fan must have caught it and sent everything flying.  “At least she showed.” I said.  I thought she was done for awhile loosing teeth, but she now informs me that she has another molar that is loose. This growing up business is sure making me broke… 🙂

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