Saturday, October 14, 2006

The 2nd in the series - The little freaky things

Four different occurrences...

Mom, Crystal, and I got back from the grocery store. Mom's friend was at the house baby sitting Brian. Crystal and I never told anyone about the ghost. Mom felt compelled to tell everyone. As we were putting the groceries away, Mom started telling her friend (can't even remember her name) all about our ghost. The woman replied by saying she hadn't seen anything. Just then, the diapers levitated off the table and sailed about two feet over and fell to the floor. The woman was speechless and considered the possibility....

My mother has a step brother Russell. Two of his sons were over visiting. They were about me and Crystal's age. Of course, Mom starts telling them all about the ghost. Crystal and I was so embarrassed. They thought it was the biggest line of bullsh*t they had ever heard. They were soo tough, they weren't scared. Regardless, Crystal, me, and my step cousins, went up to the third floor to sneak a smoke. We opened the two windows on the east side of the room to let the smoke out. One of my step cousins said, "If there is a ghost, why doesn't he show himself?" Right then, simultaneously, both windows SLAMMED shut! You should have seen those boys run for their lives. I have to say, it was the only time the ghost made Crystal and I laugh.

One of Mom's friends, Donna came over to store her kids Christmas presents at our house. It seemed the place where the ghost resided, was in the attic room that Crystal and I used for a closet. Where did Mom tell her to put the items? Hmmm. Crystal and I helped her carry all of the presents up to the third floor. We were approaching the attic door... the handle on the door turned and the door opened wide. Donna dropped all the presents and yelled, "Beat feet!" We all ran down the stairs.

I was in the 2nd story bathroom getting ready for a date. The rest of the family were downstairs watching television. I was bent over with my hair flung over my head blow drying my hair. Do you remember those old pointy toed tennis shoes from the fifties? They were Keds with a pointed toe... No one in the house even owned a pair shoes like this... So, I'm blow drying away and an old, white, dirty, point toed tennis shoe somehow was tossed into the bathroom and hit me in the back of leg. It didn't hit me hard, but it hit me. I knew it had to be Pops. He didn't even believe any of us about the ghost. So he would mess with us from time to time. I came out of the bathroom. "Pops? I know you're up here. Where are you?" I looked every where including the bedrooms. No one was there. I went downstairs and everyone was watching TV. Pops came walking out of the 1st floor bathroom. I can remember thinking, WTF? How weird.

I'll tell some scarier stories later when I feel more creative, my hormone treatment therapy has had a few scary side effects. Hmmm, let's see... fatigue, insomnia, fuzzy thinking ( I can't remember words), a horrendous craving for sweets, migraines 3-4 times a week, night sweats, hot flashes, panic attacks, and last but not least, the runs. These are actually all symptoms of menopause. Yeah!!

I know, I know, too, too much information! I've called a hormone specialist, I'm waiting on a call back. We'll see...

11 comments:

pearl said...

freaky freaky freaky!!!! i like to be scared now and then, but i dont think its something i would want to live with constantly!!!!!

my aunt nita had a full hysterectmy when i was younger...she was on the hormones for six months before she refused to take them any longer. she said she felt better without them...and she was only in her thirties at the time...

fineartist said...

My poor baby. What the hell?

That ol operation was supposed to make you feel better, not worse.

There you are with a broke hoo hoo, and you feel like me, and mom, and all the rest of us old broads who are waking up in the middle of the night, after finally falling asleep, in a pool of our own sweat, looking for a ding dong, a pain pill, and the toilet.

Cause we're woman.

Not creative? Dear, dear girl, you could never hide your creativity/humor, you are so damned funny.

You had me and Goldie crackin' up today on that conference call.

Nobody can communicate like you can. Even when you can't think of words you're funny as hell, you just have a way about you. It's hard to describe, but it's easily recognized. Oh there I go, (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) it's quality. You are pure quality, and you know I'm not just pounding smoke up your a$$; and anyone who knows you, knows it too. You made me laugh well this morning.

You make me feel well loved too.

mooey, mooey, Lori

Sassy said...

Glad to hear the story :)

Sad that you don't feel well :(

Get better soon!

Holly said...

*Burp!*

Cheryl said...

So far I like your ghost - seemed to be quite kind and playful to you?

Anonymous said...

first off, sorry about those side effects. they sound almost more scary than that ghost! I hope there'll be a good way to combat them. migraines are the WORST.

secondly - YIKES! the diapers levitated off the table and sailed about two feet over and fell to the floor???? get me outta there!

that's really funny about your step cousins getting scared :o) I love perfect timing. that'll show 'em!!

looking forward to more spooky stories. I should reading these at nght, lights off, candles lit, ooo and a thunderstorm would hit the spot.

Sir James E. Watkins said...

feel better my friend. much much. better. you are awesome Becky boo. please keep being, being you.

I wish for your wellnes. with all I have.

I'm really tired now.

I''l bew walking around tomorrow with key impressions on my forehead.

later becky

Kelley Bell said...

"waking up in the middle of the night, after finally falling asleep, in a pool of our own sweat, looking for a ding dong, a pain pill, and the toilet."

OMG!

You so crack me up!

Rain said...

What is it with the female hormones and all the misery. I know all too well how you feel. Today I said onion, when I meant to say oven, and tomato when I meant to say lemon. It was like I just could not get a hold of the right word! So sorry you have this to deal with. Hope it gets better for you.

bulletbow said...

Let me see... insomnia, fuzzy thinking (can't remember words), a horrendous craving for sweets, migraines 3-4 times a week, night sweats, hot flashes, panic attacks, and last but not least, the runs??? These may actually all symptoms of menopause, but I have them TOO! ~ lol ~ jb///

Sir James E. Watkins said...

Back again. Hell, I forgot that I'd read this one. You can tell the differences in the stories, when you felt alright and when you felt like total shit. It's all a crazy dynamic right, our bodies, minds...I so sincerely hope you're feeling better....

~ James