Huh? Wha!!

I was watching the National Geographic Channel on Saturday. First up was the hunt for the Boston Strangler where it was said that he was America's first serial killer. Date 1967. Huh? Wha? I watched it and left the channel on. Next up was Murder in the White City about H.H. Holmes who built a murder mansion and killed 27 people (at least) during the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in 1893. Huh? Wha! Does 27 people not make a serial killing? And then, and then came Jack the Ripper 1888. Yes JAck was in London HOWEVER according to the show, the reason he stopped killing in London was because he was a german sailor who shipped out to New York where he killed two women and maybe more. Huh? Wha?

So... the question is, how is Albert DiSalvo the Boston strangler America's FIRST serial killer? Only to have that disproved with the next show and the next. I'm not even talking about Ed Gein or Belle Guiness and all the others that came before them. I'm just talking one show after the other.

It't the same with the ghost shows. I can't begin to tell you how many houses are the MOST HAUNTED in America. Doesn't most mean most? Isn't anyone at the networks paying attention or do they think we are all idiots and we won't notice ? Well yooo hooo Nat Geo I NOTICED>

Whew. There. I feel better.

the husband and I got our subpoenas for the bank robbery we were witness, sort of, to. All I can testify is that I got the license number and I was the one who told the cops afterwards that the bad guys threw away money as they were running up the alley. Can't think of what more they cold ask so my testimony should be short. The husband however is another matter and I suspect that they will have a hard time reigning him in to tell what happened and not go back tot he beginning or the world and work his way forward. I am hoping that they will ask me why I followed the guys. I have that all figured out. I'll simply tell them that unless I was to throw myself out of the car as we went around a corner I was going along for the ride. I'm hoping for a chuckle at least. Yes, I will be a good girl and will answer without embellishing. December 8 at 9am which means the Beltway at rush hour....yuck.

It's been a year since we learned that we would be losing Rocco the Wonder Dog too early. Yes I have two dogs now, Charlie and Kali but they are not my Rocco or my Ollie. Charlie and Kali aren't big on hugs and cuddling and my arms feel so empty. Charlie was a cuddler until we got Kali and now she fills that void for him. I don't blame him or her, I just wish I had someone to cuddle.

I may be getting a job teaching crafts at a local senior center. I may have been guided by the winged things and the double digits to head toward that despite the fact that I have no confidence that I can do that job and do it well. I'm guessing the angels know better than me and so I will trust them, again.

We are innundated with Christmas already. It started before Halloween. I'm not ready for Christmas, I don't want Christmas. When I think of Christmas, I think of a dying dog and what I lost when he went. There is one positive point tho, I don't work in a place where the &@^ Christmas music is piped in constantly. That really could drive someone insane. And even with saying that, I am making polymer clay owls to go into the little bird cages from Michaels to hang on my tree along with chinese tassles and polymer clay covered ornaments. I bought those small birdcages so I suppose I should use them.

That's it for today. I'm wondering if I should try blogging more often or am I just opening myself up to defeat. I'll have to think hard about that one.

An answer... of sorts

An online friend of mine took pity on me and gave me the name and number of another friend of hers who is a psychic. So I called the psychic and told her my woes about the double digits and the winged things and about the nasty replies I got when I posted my questions on the ghost list I joined.

Whew.

This is what she said.

I am NOT paranoid. I do NOT need to see a therapist. (at least for this stuff. She didn't say that, I did) There is no such thing as coincidences and what I'm seeing doesn't necessarily mean that someone, animal or not, is going to die. She did suggest that when these things happen to sit still for a moment and see what pops into my head. If nothing pops then make a note of what happened and see what comes after. The numbers and the winged things is the Cosmos , for lack of a better name, trying to give me a heads up and to pay attention. The Cosmos is just trying to tell me something. She also suggested a book called Animals Speak that would tell me what the sighting of different animals, insects and the like might mean.

Over the weekend 2:22 popped up twice, one day after the other. I did sit and think but I think I was thinking too hard because nothing came to me. After the first 2:22 I did have an opportunity to do a random act of kindness to someone but nothing revealed itself after the second 2:22. Of course I didn 't leave the house all weekend so who know what I may have missed.

This has really relieved my mind. I don't want to go through what I did earlier this year losing animals right and left. Even our ancient cat Frankie died in her sleep but we knew that was coming and I handled it well. Still al the deaths and the support I didn't get at home has broken me in ways I'm still discovering. Yes, I know I shouldn't get so attached to those who love me and who I love in return. Yes, I know they were just animals, I have been told that often enough but as bad as it was to lose them it was even worse to watch them decline and horrible to be the one to finally say it was time for the last trip to the vet or to watch Patty slowly die, on my own, all of her care left up to me. And I have been having my heart trampled upon by one son who can't even bring himself to say hello to me when we pass in the house. He answers if I say hello first but that's about it.

So.... you can see why I am relieved that my numbers etc are not necesarily bad news and I am curious as to what it is trying to tell me.

No more sightings of my apparition. I did tell him that if he wants to stay he's welcome but if he wants to go but is afraid that he is to go, it will all be well and he deserves his rest. As we all do. Happy Halloween

And so it continues

Yep... the double digit numbers again, 11:11, 3:33 and the like, not to mention winged things, why IS that bird perched on the window sill looking at me, not to mention the sparrow who sits in the hanging planter, by the kitchen door, at home and chirps at me. tapping the window doesn't make either fly off. It's like they want to tell me something. Only I don't speak bird.

Then to mess with my head a little bit more, there I was merrily driving to a thrift store singing aloud, no radio, and half way through Amazing grace I find myself at a stop light and who pulls up beside me but Amazing Grace Landscaping! I always sing Amazing grace in the car so it's not like I saw the truck earlier and it gave me an idea.

I know this must all mean something. I've whined about it before. I just don't understand what it means, or is it that I must DO something only I don't know what. I hate not knowing.

Maybe it means I should just take myself to bed before it's 11:11 or 3:33 am. Maybe it's the cosmos' way of telling me I need more sleep.

I'm just praying that it doesn't lead up to what the last sightings lead up to, me losing both of my dogs, nearly losing one puppy and losing a second. I would lose my mind, quite frankly.

I have also decided that when I die, I'm going to animal heaven over thatg rainbow bridge. I doubt that the animals would mine. I;ve always liked animals better than people and there's a certain someone I would like to avoid in people heaven. Seems the perfect solution.

Back to data entry. I swear doing it drops my iq by tens of points. Some days I think it's in the negative numbers.

JEGGINGS?

Jeggings? How come I knew nothing about jeggings?

I needed a new pair of jeans or maybe two and found that jean manufacturers assume that when your butt is as big as all outdoors your ankles are too and they flap around my legs as I walk and annoy the hell out of me. I like the slim ankled ones, or is that called boot cut or straight leg or classic or whatever name they give it but when you get to a size 18 there goes the hem flapping around your ankles like a flag in a storm.

I didn't know I bought jeggings when I picked them up at WalMart. I just figured they were jeans and when I got them home and tried them on.... Yowza! Not only are they comfortable but the hems are tight against my ankle and just perfect. Jeggings... who knew. Maybe I should go shopping more often who knows what else is out there waiting to hug my butt?

Our agreement is broken

I've told you before about the Voices in the office. We had an agreement that they would not show themselves to me and I would leave them alone. Well, today they broke that agreement and I saw one.

I was coming up the stairs on the third floor landing and saw a man starting up the set of stairs below me. Wondering who it was since the front door is locked, I looked over the bannister and saw NO ONE. I know I saw that man shape, a shape wearing an odd shaped cap. The closest I can come to describing it is that it is very much like the caps the old old ball players used to wear. I think I even saw stripes on it. it was all out of the corner of my eye and it startled me. Not that it was a voice, mind you, but that someone was on the stairs..

I suppose I can't blame the Voice. Odd things have been ramping up around me lately. Not winged things thankfully but things appearing on my desk in places where I've looked a dozen places before. It's not that I just think I looked in that spot, I know I had looked in that spot. I don't know why this is doing this now but I'll go with the flow. Who knows what this will bring.

Oh and I'm leaving the Voices alone even tho they broke our agreement. If they want to climb these stairs more power to them. I wonder if I could get a piggy back ride on one of those days when my body has decided to torture me.

I got a letter today

From the State Attorney's office today and immediately I was thinking gloom and doom and oh horse hockeys what now? Had I pissed someone off in doing our business? Was someone suing us? Nah. it was for the bank robbery when the Husband hijacked me and we went rocketing off after the fleeing bad guys. I knew they had found one of the guys, the driver, the guy I looked at eye to eye. They haven't found the others yet so I suppose this doof if keeping quiet. Idiot. It's a federal offence to rob a bank Even if you are just the get away car. The letter basically wants to know when I'm not available for a trial. I even got a pamphlet Named Help for victims and witnessess of crime. I skimmed it quickly and got the impression that people must weasel out of testifying just by the way the pamphlet is written. Hey, if you didn't want to see the thing to the end, you never should have given the police your name.

No court date is set. But I will keep you posted.

Introducing.....

Kali!!!
Yes, Charlie has a new sister. She's not a puppy but 8 months old, spayed with all of her shots. She's slightly bigger than Charlie now but I'm certain he will eventually be bigger than she. She's a mix of Australian Kelpie and Beauceron. I had never heard of either but they look german shepherdish. How do I know that this is what Kali is? Simple, she had her DNA run. Yep DNA.

I found Kali on craigslist where I very carefully avoided any animal rescued from a high kill shelter in the south and/or through Dogs In Danger Rescue. Kali was adopted from the local animal shelter by a young woman who discovered that she cannot give Kali the time and attention that she needs. Anja (JKali's first mother) is a medical student and lives in a small apartment. She loves this little girl so much. So much that she loved her enough to give her up to a better life.

I may have mentioned before that we have a very large yard 6/10 of an acre and totally fenced. There's a stand of bamboo in the back and two separate piles of wood waiting for the fall burn season, not to mention Charlie who was nearly hysterical with joy when Kali arrived.

Anja and her fiancee Chris brought Kali to us and no sooner did the fur baby get out of the car, she was racing toward me, grinning from ear to ear as she threw herself into my arms. She actually let me hug her but then oldest son opened the kitchen door and out tumbled Charlie. It was as if those two dogs had known each other forever. No posturing, no I'm a tough guy obey me. Charlie and Kali leaped and twisted and turned and then raced around and around the house,then around the pool and then just back and forth exhausting themselves. They'd drop to the ground side by side, panting, then they would catch their breaths and they'd be off again.

Anja had tears in her eyes as she watched them. The first words out of her mouth, when she first got out of the car was "Look at the yard" When she and Chris left, she was certain that this was the home for Kali.

Kali... how is it possible to fall in love so quickly. When she wags her tail, her whole body wags with it as her face splits into a grin as if you are the greatest gift ever given to her. She's housebroken and well behaved tho she wasn't too thrilled to share her toys with Charlie so we put them away till she feels that she'd like to share. Charlie doesn't care if she plays with his toys. He has a playmate that's what's important. She really doesn't seem to miss her other mother and I am very careful not to give her all the attention. Charlie was my baby first and still is a puppy in many ways so I don't want to break his heart.

My home finally feels complete. It looks so much better to see two dogs roaming the yard instead of one and to have what we call and alternate backup barking dog. Charlie uses his big boy voice much more now, a voice he hardly used before because really, if it wasn't a plastic bag, it didn't deserve a bark. Kali however, has decided to take her duties far mo0re seriously and will bark at anyone walking up the street or cutting through our back yard (kids next door always allowed) but then instead of attacking, she kisses them to death. But at least, she lets us know she is doing her job.

Charlie still comes to visit me in the craft room and to hog the air conditioner vet but Kali joined him last night and it was me and the puppies. Maybe later I'll give them their own scissors and teach them how to use glitter but for now, I just enjoy the sweet sound of puppy snoring and the yips of dreams.