Ya wonder why I pack??????
This is fantastic, this guy has an evil but great mind. The perp must be really frantic.
(I thought this was a hoot! )
AN ACTUAL CRAIG'S LIST PERSONALS AD
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
Date: 2009-05-27, 1 :43 a.m. E.S.T.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 ..45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head...isn't it?!
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb ... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what 's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in twothreatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).
In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've chosen to pursue in life. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky.Have a good day!
Thoughtfully yours,
Alex
P.S. Remember this motto ... An armed society makes for a more civil society!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Read this slowly, let it sink in, VOTE TOMORROW (2012) !
This is about as clear and easy to understand as it can be. Please read the entire article.
The article below is completely neutral, not anti republican or democrat.
Charlie Reese, a retired reporter for the Orlando Sentinel has hit the nail directly on the head, defining clearly who it is that in the final analysis must assume responsibility for the judgments made that impact each one of us every day.
It's a short but good read. Worth the time. Worth remembering!
You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.
545 vs. 300,000,000
EVERY CITIZEN NEEDS TO READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS JOURNALIST HAS SCRIPTED IN THIS MESSAGE. READ IT AND THEN REALLY THINK ABOUT OUR CURRENT POLITICAL DEBACLE.
Charley Reese has been a journalist for 49 years.
545 PEOPLE -- By Charlie Reese
Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.
You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.
You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.
You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.
Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.
If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red ...
If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it's because they want them in IRAQ . If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems.
Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.
Those 545 people and they alone, are responsible.
They and they alone, have the power.
They and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees!
We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
What you do with this article now that you have read it. It’s up to you and me.
Sales Tax
School Tax
Liquor Tax
Luxury Tax
Excise Taxes
Property Tax
Cigarette Tax
Medicare Tax
Inventory Tax
Real Estate Tax
Well Permit Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Inheritance Tax
Road Usage Tax
CDL license Tax
Dog License Tax
State Income Tax
Food License Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Gross Receipts Tax
Social Security Tax
Service Charge Tax
Fishing License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Building Permit Tax
IRS Interest Charges
Hunting License Tax
Marriage License Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Personal Property Tax
Accounts Receivable Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Utility Taxes Vehicle License Registration Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened? Can you spell “politicians”? I hope this goes around THE USA at least 100 times!!!
YOU can help it get there!!!
GO AHEAD - - - BE AN AMERICAN!!!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Continuing Saga of the Wedding Trip...
While we were at the museum, a woman was demonstrating how the kids played back in the 1700's. We got to try the toys and games, and she told Chris that he needed to hang on to me b/c life w/me was going to be a lot of fun and she sang to us..."Ohh child, things are gonna get easier..." After we left there, we went over to Bodie Island Lighthouse. It is under renovation, so it had scaffolding all around it. They had a new marsh board walk and it was a beautiful day, so we went out and took our picture w/the lighthouse in the background. Then we went across the road to Coquina Beach. There's where the two topless girls were playing frisbee...alrighty then...
We stopped at Five Guys Burgers for lunch b/c all over the internet they have that they are gluten free. We went in and I asked at the counter. The girl could barely speak English, so she just says "Nooooo???..." And the two guys cooking shouldn't have been handling any kind of food, gluten free or not. Needless to say we got out of there and went back to Outback Steakhouse. We can always rely on them for a great gluten-free meal! And the strawberry margaritas are awesome too! We went back to the house and watched the sunset...Tomorrow was the big day!!
Up at 4:30 Wednesday morning and getting ready for the big day. I got my hair done and dress on and then put on some makeup. It didn't look good so I took it back off and just did mascara and powder. Chris said he wondered why I had put it on to begin with. He couldn't have been any sweeter if he tried. When we woke up, he told me - "You are going to be mad, the wind has been blowing hard all night." We got some good pictures of the waves on the sound though. We went over to the beach and the officiant and photographer were there, but the witness was late. We were wondering, but there were people lined up on the boardwalk watching us, so we thought we could grab one of them if we needed too. She showed up about 15 minutes after the ceremony was to start, and we got married! The sunrise was gorgeous, all pinks and peaches... We got lots of pictures and are still waiting for the actual photos to arrive...
We went back to the house and had breakfast and changed clothes. I called Mom and sang Happy Birthday to her! She was excited and relieved that we had been married. We went out to Currituck Lighthouse and climbed to the top. They only took cash and we were a dollar short for two adult tickets, so the keeper said he would list me as a child. I told him that was his wedding gift to us. We climbed up to the top and the winds were 20 + miles per hour...But we walked around and took pictures and then headed back down and toured the grounds. We walked historic Corolla and got to see one of the wild horses they bring in once a week to draw attention to the need to care for the horses. We had drinks and snacks and walked out on the estuary boardwalk. We saw a giant red dragonfly. It was a nice walk but overgrown. Then we went to the nature conservatory and walked all through it and watched the movie about the Outer Banks. We picked up tickets for the ghost tour of the Whalehead Club! Had burgers & mac n cheese for lunch and took a nap. Then we went to the beach and walked and laid in the sun and picked up shells until the biting black flies drove us out. We rode our bikes out to Grammy B's and had ice cream! Yummy!! Toured the historic loop on the way back and saw a Momma deer and twin fawns. The sunset was gorgeous!
On Thurs, we drove down to Cape Hatteras. It was a beautiful day for a drive. They were still cleaning up hurricane damage. The road had standing water and sand in it and there was heavy equipment moving it. There was a huge tugboat in Oregon Inlet shooting sand way up in the air where they were dredging the shipping lanes to keep them open. We toured the Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum, but it wasn't as interesting as it was the first time. They took out a lot of the actual artifacts they had and opened up a huge room full of pirate mannequins and paraphenalia. It was nice but more geared to kids. The best tour was of the Chicamacomico Life Saving Station! We got a lot of mosquito bites, but it was worth it. We couldn't walk all the way out to the beach and the bucket b/c of all the standing water from the hurricane. But it was fascinating! We drove back to the house and had dinner and got ready for the ghost tour. It was fun, but didn't last very long. It was really beautiful to see the lighthouse across the lawns lit up for the night. It was the perfect Southern night! Chris wouldn't let me on the edge of the dock as we walked back to the car, b/c I am so clumbsy and he didn't want me falling in!
I will post more later...
We stopped at Five Guys Burgers for lunch b/c all over the internet they have that they are gluten free. We went in and I asked at the counter. The girl could barely speak English, so she just says "Nooooo???..." And the two guys cooking shouldn't have been handling any kind of food, gluten free or not. Needless to say we got out of there and went back to Outback Steakhouse. We can always rely on them for a great gluten-free meal! And the strawberry margaritas are awesome too! We went back to the house and watched the sunset...Tomorrow was the big day!!
Up at 4:30 Wednesday morning and getting ready for the big day. I got my hair done and dress on and then put on some makeup. It didn't look good so I took it back off and just did mascara and powder. Chris said he wondered why I had put it on to begin with. He couldn't have been any sweeter if he tried. When we woke up, he told me - "You are going to be mad, the wind has been blowing hard all night." We got some good pictures of the waves on the sound though. We went over to the beach and the officiant and photographer were there, but the witness was late. We were wondering, but there were people lined up on the boardwalk watching us, so we thought we could grab one of them if we needed too. She showed up about 15 minutes after the ceremony was to start, and we got married! The sunrise was gorgeous, all pinks and peaches... We got lots of pictures and are still waiting for the actual photos to arrive...
We went back to the house and had breakfast and changed clothes. I called Mom and sang Happy Birthday to her! She was excited and relieved that we had been married. We went out to Currituck Lighthouse and climbed to the top. They only took cash and we were a dollar short for two adult tickets, so the keeper said he would list me as a child. I told him that was his wedding gift to us. We climbed up to the top and the winds were 20 + miles per hour...But we walked around and took pictures and then headed back down and toured the grounds. We walked historic Corolla and got to see one of the wild horses they bring in once a week to draw attention to the need to care for the horses. We had drinks and snacks and walked out on the estuary boardwalk. We saw a giant red dragonfly. It was a nice walk but overgrown. Then we went to the nature conservatory and walked all through it and watched the movie about the Outer Banks. We picked up tickets for the ghost tour of the Whalehead Club! Had burgers & mac n cheese for lunch and took a nap. Then we went to the beach and walked and laid in the sun and picked up shells until the biting black flies drove us out. We rode our bikes out to Grammy B's and had ice cream! Yummy!! Toured the historic loop on the way back and saw a Momma deer and twin fawns. The sunset was gorgeous!
On Thurs, we drove down to Cape Hatteras. It was a beautiful day for a drive. They were still cleaning up hurricane damage. The road had standing water and sand in it and there was heavy equipment moving it. There was a huge tugboat in Oregon Inlet shooting sand way up in the air where they were dredging the shipping lanes to keep them open. We toured the Graveyard of the Atlantic Museum, but it wasn't as interesting as it was the first time. They took out a lot of the actual artifacts they had and opened up a huge room full of pirate mannequins and paraphenalia. It was nice but more geared to kids. The best tour was of the Chicamacomico Life Saving Station! We got a lot of mosquito bites, but it was worth it. We couldn't walk all the way out to the beach and the bucket b/c of all the standing water from the hurricane. But it was fascinating! We drove back to the house and had dinner and got ready for the ghost tour. It was fun, but didn't last very long. It was really beautiful to see the lighthouse across the lawns lit up for the night. It was the perfect Southern night! Chris wouldn't let me on the edge of the dock as we walked back to the car, b/c I am so clumbsy and he didn't want me falling in!
I will post more later...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wedding Week: Part Two...
Ok, I'll pick up where I left off...Monday morning, Sept 6, 2010...There may be what you might consider WTMI (way too much info) for the first paragraph...I woke up with a yeast infection from hell! And went to get something to cure it. Of course, the only thing available was the usual messy, goopy stuff, and it takes 3 to 5 days to work...While we were eating breakfast, the teeth near the one that had just been repaired on Friday decided to start being grumpy. It felt like someone had set up an electrical charge on them and was just jumping current from one to the other. It went on sporadically all day, but we had fun anyway. We went down to the beach at sunrise and picked out the spot we wanted to get married at and laid around awhile. Then we went and changed clothes and decided to go to the northern-most point and check out the estuary trail there. Wow! More adventure! We walked out the boardwalk and it was really beautiful. There was a path off the boardwalk thru the woods, and we debated going to see what was out that way. There were these HUGE "garden" spiders all over the place. The ones that make the zig-zags in their webs. These babies were gigantic about the size of a dessert plate with legs and all. I got a couple of sticks to swipe webs with and we started out. A couple of ladies told us that they had just seen a bald eagle over the sound, and we couldn't wait to see it. The trail was over a mile long, and we took our time and talked and laughed. There was a small notice on a little sign at the head of the trail saying that we could find ticks, chiggers and spiders on the trail. We got about 3/4 of the way down the trail and there was a park bench, so we sat down to rest. All of a sudden Chris starts slapping at his legs and rubbing them. We looked but didn't see anything except what looked like little grains of sand, and they were moving. Well, his legs down around the ankles had a BUNCH of these extremely teeny tiny tick/mite/chigger like things on them and we were trying to get them off him. We did pretty good, but everytime he would stop moving for more than about 5 seconds, they were back on him. So we hurried up to the end of the trail. No bald eagle, and more mites, so we headed back to the boardwalk. Chris got out in front and I had to practically jog to keep up. He was running thru the woods like his pants were on fire trying to get away from these things. I started singing "I want to check you for ticks" to him, but that really didn't help...We got back to the boardwalk and the car and got all the critters off him. Luckily I only had one on me and they didn't go where either of us had put on our sunscreen. I had put it on my feet too, but Chris had stopped just below his knees. Good thing he didn't stop putting it on any higher... The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I guess running thru the piney-woods of NC was enough for fate to hand out to us for one day...
On Tues, we decided to go first thing and get our marriage license. Good thing! We drove out to Manteo, on Roanoke Island and the first thing we did was drive around for 20+ minutes trying to find a place to park. There was a police officer doing the same thing, and even she couldn't park. Finally in a side lot we found a place and beat the officer to it! Then set off on the hike to the registrar of deeds office. When we got there, there must have been 20 couples trying to get a marriage license. We filled out our papers and got out the list of items we were told to bring and got a clerk. Now keep in mind I had called 3 different times and spoken to 3 different clerks and had read the website numerous times to make sure we were bringing the right things. They told me specifically NOT to bring our social security cards. We didn't...and the first thing they asked for was...our social security cards. Never looked at our birth certificates, divorce papers or anything else. When we told them we didn't have them, they got all shook up. One of the clerks said she would accept our W-2's. Well, I don't know about you, but I don't carry those things on me, and would have NEVER guessed we would have to produce THOSE of all things. So when I told her we didn't have those either, THEY ACCUSED US OF NOT FILING OUR TAXES FOR 2009!!! So now just how does this have anything at all with getting a marriage license??? Finally another clerk told us to find a branch of our bank and go there and have them print out a paper with our social security numbers on it - we knew our numbers, but that was NOT enough. I got Mom on the phone in case she was going to have to go and break into the safe deposit box to get our cards out and fax a copy over. So we went and hunted a branch of the bank. We went in and one of the people in those little cubicles said "Hi" to us and I just breezed right in and sat down and told him our problem and asked him to fix it. He did, and was very nice about it. Chris told me as we were leaving that the clerk was just being nice by speaking to me and I was supposed to take a seat and wait for someone to call us. I told Chris that you would be surprised at how much help you can get by pulling out your southern accent, being completely helpless, and then after you get what you need you just thank and appreciate the person that helped you until they can't help but smile....That's how I get alot of things done that others find impossible...I "rely on the kindness of strangers". And say that with a deep accent!
Then it was back to the registrar of deeds office. Finding another place to park and going thru the process all over again. We got a different lady and she just looked at the paper and said fill in the blanks on this form, and give me $60! So off we went with our marriage license. In the meantime another couple had come in. Now I am not being mean here just honest...The man was in his 50's and ugly as a mud fence. He was short and heavy set, dark complected - Mexican/African American- bald, pock-marked face, and a dark suit on. With him was a gorgeous, tall, thin, model-type wispy blonde dressed in a white pleated silk baby-doll with a black sash and bow around the empire-waist. When they got up to the counter, the clerk said that they had to have her birth certificate because she was JUST 18 YEARS OLD!!! Well, that was a mess, because she was from Russia and all that... It made us feel a little better that we weren't the only ones having problems with that office that day. We left there with them saying that they THOUGHT WE could bring back our marriage license and get an official copy of it on Wednesday after the ceremony. A little doubtful, but... We went and shopped at the Christmas shop and then went to the aquarium and a new place that just opened, The Island Farm. If y'all ever get to go to the OBX, don't miss seeing The Island Farm. It is an authentic 1700's farm that the Etheridge's owned. They were part of the Pea Island Life Saving Station that was manned solely by African American men and their families. It is the most interesting HANDS ON museum! I loved it that I could touch things and not feel guilty!
In a little while, I will continue with the "rest of the story..."
On Tues, we decided to go first thing and get our marriage license. Good thing! We drove out to Manteo, on Roanoke Island and the first thing we did was drive around for 20+ minutes trying to find a place to park. There was a police officer doing the same thing, and even she couldn't park. Finally in a side lot we found a place and beat the officer to it! Then set off on the hike to the registrar of deeds office. When we got there, there must have been 20 couples trying to get a marriage license. We filled out our papers and got out the list of items we were told to bring and got a clerk. Now keep in mind I had called 3 different times and spoken to 3 different clerks and had read the website numerous times to make sure we were bringing the right things. They told me specifically NOT to bring our social security cards. We didn't...and the first thing they asked for was...our social security cards. Never looked at our birth certificates, divorce papers or anything else. When we told them we didn't have them, they got all shook up. One of the clerks said she would accept our W-2's. Well, I don't know about you, but I don't carry those things on me, and would have NEVER guessed we would have to produce THOSE of all things. So when I told her we didn't have those either, THEY ACCUSED US OF NOT FILING OUR TAXES FOR 2009!!! So now just how does this have anything at all with getting a marriage license??? Finally another clerk told us to find a branch of our bank and go there and have them print out a paper with our social security numbers on it - we knew our numbers, but that was NOT enough. I got Mom on the phone in case she was going to have to go and break into the safe deposit box to get our cards out and fax a copy over. So we went and hunted a branch of the bank. We went in and one of the people in those little cubicles said "Hi" to us and I just breezed right in and sat down and told him our problem and asked him to fix it. He did, and was very nice about it. Chris told me as we were leaving that the clerk was just being nice by speaking to me and I was supposed to take a seat and wait for someone to call us. I told Chris that you would be surprised at how much help you can get by pulling out your southern accent, being completely helpless, and then after you get what you need you just thank and appreciate the person that helped you until they can't help but smile....That's how I get alot of things done that others find impossible...I "rely on the kindness of strangers". And say that with a deep accent!
Then it was back to the registrar of deeds office. Finding another place to park and going thru the process all over again. We got a different lady and she just looked at the paper and said fill in the blanks on this form, and give me $60! So off we went with our marriage license. In the meantime another couple had come in. Now I am not being mean here just honest...The man was in his 50's and ugly as a mud fence. He was short and heavy set, dark complected - Mexican/African American- bald, pock-marked face, and a dark suit on. With him was a gorgeous, tall, thin, model-type wispy blonde dressed in a white pleated silk baby-doll with a black sash and bow around the empire-waist. When they got up to the counter, the clerk said that they had to have her birth certificate because she was JUST 18 YEARS OLD!!! Well, that was a mess, because she was from Russia and all that... It made us feel a little better that we weren't the only ones having problems with that office that day. We left there with them saying that they THOUGHT WE could bring back our marriage license and get an official copy of it on Wednesday after the ceremony. A little doubtful, but... We went and shopped at the Christmas shop and then went to the aquarium and a new place that just opened, The Island Farm. If y'all ever get to go to the OBX, don't miss seeing The Island Farm. It is an authentic 1700's farm that the Etheridge's owned. They were part of the Pea Island Life Saving Station that was manned solely by African American men and their families. It is the most interesting HANDS ON museum! I loved it that I could touch things and not feel guilty!
In a little while, I will continue with the "rest of the story..."
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Wedding: Part One
Well, here is the first one of how ever many blogs it takes to get this story out for you all to enjoy! WARNING: This may contain episodes of WTMI - Way too much information for those of you who need the translation! We were scheduled to get married in the Outer Banks, NC on Sept 4, 2010. So the first thing that went wrong is that Hurricane Earl decided to hit that weekend. The area was evacuated and noone was allowed in. Of course who would want to be married on the beach at sunrise in a guazy dress in a hurricane anyway...That would have been like being naked in a sand storm plus being soaked down to the skin. I wouldn't have needed any chemical peel after something like that, but we decided to pass on that particular spa treatment and managed to get the whole thing rescheduled to sunrise on Wed Sept 8, 2010. We were set to leave for the OBX on Sun Sept 5.
Well, at 1:30 pm on Fri Sept 3, I was eating lunch and my very back top right molar had a huge chunk break out of it. So I called my dentist and he said to get in there right that minute, so I ran down there and they did a HUGE filling for me and charged me $180! OK, I can deal with that whole thing, just don't make me stand on the beach and repeat my vows with a giant toothache! On Saturday, Chris had to work and I started my new "job" helping clean the office at a auto body shop. I wound up being there a lot longer than planned, but it was all good. Got home and got finished packing and ready to go on Sun morning. I had cooked and baked a lot previously so that we would have a lot of gluten free food for my Hubby-to-be. We had packed up our bicycles to ride while we were down there, but when we got in the car to leave, the tires were rubbing the inside of the wheel wells, so we had to take them off and were a little late getting out of here. We would rent bikes when we got there.
We had a beautiful trip down, stopping to see the incredible scenery of the WV & VA mountains. We went thru Staunton instead of Harrisonburg, so we got to see some country we hadn't seen before. Alot of it was picture perfect! Like looking at a living postcard. We got to the beach about 5 pm and went to check in. We got our keys and welcome pack and headed over to the Currituck Club. We knew we were staying in a "community", but we didn't know it was a luxury golf community with an intricate security system. So the first thing we came to was a guardhouse. They took one look at us and said "NOPE!" We didn't have the wristbands and car placard that we needed to gain access to the community and our "house". So they called the realty company on one line and we called them on another. Then back up to the realty company to pickup the placard and wristbands...They let us in and we found our house and got all the luggage and gear unloaded and were ready to head to the beach. For some reason, Chris picked up the brochure about the community we were staying in and decided to check it out. Good thing he did! We could leave the community, but after dusk we would not be able to get back in because the guardhouse would close and we would need a pass code to get back in. We had not been given one by the realty company and they were closed. So we called their "emergency lockout" number when technically we were locked IN! The agent had no clue what we were talking about and we spent at least an hour on phone calls back and forth trying to get it all sorted out. We decided to go down to the guardhouse, throw ourselves on their mercy and see if they could help us out at all. Thank God the guard on duty felt sorry for us. He said we had half of the pass code figured out and since we had obviously rented the house and had all the paperwork for it, he would give us the other half of it. So we got to the beach about an hour before it got dark. We got to see the most amazing sunset though. And when we first got to the top of the pass over the dune, we looked down and there was a couple getting married! Beautiful!
We went back to the house and I decided to try out the jacuzzi tub. The water was the color of pee, and smelled funny. I thought the hurricane had stirred up the water tanks, and there were no notices to avoid the water, so I got in for a quick dip. Chris took a shower... When I got out, we decided to see what the jets would do, and they shot sand out, so we never used the tub. The more we looked around the house, the more dirt we found. There was black gunk all over the bannisters, dust EVERYWHERE! And thick layers of it. We couldn't use the one toilet b/c the "cleaners" had left feces on the seat...Both of the showers had soap scum and dirty soap suds on the walls. There was grease all over the sink and blinds in the kitchen. The boards and nails on the deck were loose, so we set deck furniture over that so we would tear up our feet on the nails. Needless to say, we were surprised the dreaded bedbugs weren't there. I don't think the housecleaners had met up with SOFT SCRUB! I was more than willing to introduce them! Don't think I didn't complain! I did repeatedly!
The house itself was cute and the neighborhood was incredible. I just wouldn't ever use the realty company they have representing them ever again. By the way, don't use Sun Realty to rent a home from in the Outer Banks. They are clueless about the security features of their properties,have a nasty cleaning crew and screwy ways of doing everything...the story will develop more from here...I want you to come back for more!!
Well, at 1:30 pm on Fri Sept 3, I was eating lunch and my very back top right molar had a huge chunk break out of it. So I called my dentist and he said to get in there right that minute, so I ran down there and they did a HUGE filling for me and charged me $180! OK, I can deal with that whole thing, just don't make me stand on the beach and repeat my vows with a giant toothache! On Saturday, Chris had to work and I started my new "job" helping clean the office at a auto body shop. I wound up being there a lot longer than planned, but it was all good. Got home and got finished packing and ready to go on Sun morning. I had cooked and baked a lot previously so that we would have a lot of gluten free food for my Hubby-to-be. We had packed up our bicycles to ride while we were down there, but when we got in the car to leave, the tires were rubbing the inside of the wheel wells, so we had to take them off and were a little late getting out of here. We would rent bikes when we got there.
We had a beautiful trip down, stopping to see the incredible scenery of the WV & VA mountains. We went thru Staunton instead of Harrisonburg, so we got to see some country we hadn't seen before. Alot of it was picture perfect! Like looking at a living postcard. We got to the beach about 5 pm and went to check in. We got our keys and welcome pack and headed over to the Currituck Club. We knew we were staying in a "community", but we didn't know it was a luxury golf community with an intricate security system. So the first thing we came to was a guardhouse. They took one look at us and said "NOPE!" We didn't have the wristbands and car placard that we needed to gain access to the community and our "house". So they called the realty company on one line and we called them on another. Then back up to the realty company to pickup the placard and wristbands...They let us in and we found our house and got all the luggage and gear unloaded and were ready to head to the beach. For some reason, Chris picked up the brochure about the community we were staying in and decided to check it out. Good thing he did! We could leave the community, but after dusk we would not be able to get back in because the guardhouse would close and we would need a pass code to get back in. We had not been given one by the realty company and they were closed. So we called their "emergency lockout" number when technically we were locked IN! The agent had no clue what we were talking about and we spent at least an hour on phone calls back and forth trying to get it all sorted out. We decided to go down to the guardhouse, throw ourselves on their mercy and see if they could help us out at all. Thank God the guard on duty felt sorry for us. He said we had half of the pass code figured out and since we had obviously rented the house and had all the paperwork for it, he would give us the other half of it. So we got to the beach about an hour before it got dark. We got to see the most amazing sunset though. And when we first got to the top of the pass over the dune, we looked down and there was a couple getting married! Beautiful!
We went back to the house and I decided to try out the jacuzzi tub. The water was the color of pee, and smelled funny. I thought the hurricane had stirred up the water tanks, and there were no notices to avoid the water, so I got in for a quick dip. Chris took a shower... When I got out, we decided to see what the jets would do, and they shot sand out, so we never used the tub. The more we looked around the house, the more dirt we found. There was black gunk all over the bannisters, dust EVERYWHERE! And thick layers of it. We couldn't use the one toilet b/c the "cleaners" had left feces on the seat...Both of the showers had soap scum and dirty soap suds on the walls. There was grease all over the sink and blinds in the kitchen. The boards and nails on the deck were loose, so we set deck furniture over that so we would tear up our feet on the nails. Needless to say, we were surprised the dreaded bedbugs weren't there. I don't think the housecleaners had met up with SOFT SCRUB! I was more than willing to introduce them! Don't think I didn't complain! I did repeatedly!
The house itself was cute and the neighborhood was incredible. I just wouldn't ever use the realty company they have representing them ever again. By the way, don't use Sun Realty to rent a home from in the Outer Banks. They are clueless about the security features of their properties,have a nasty cleaning crew and screwy ways of doing everything...the story will develop more from here...I want you to come back for more!!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
More Paranormal Experiences...
Before I met Chris in Jan 2002, I had numerous experiences at my house. A lot of them dealing with my Daddy. I saw a lot of full figure apparitions of him and felt his presence in hundreds of situations. I came to get used to him being around me all time. About June of 2002, I moved to Chris's house and stayed there with him for 2 years. During that time, things were quiet. I didn't have a lot of encounters, and it all kind of slipped into the past and out of my mind. Then in 2004 we moved back to my property and got a "new" mobile home. It wasn't long before things started to pick up. There were orbs, orange, white and yellow. Beautiful and frequent. They were near the ceiling of my kitchen, above the head of my bed near the ceiling and coming up out of the floor of my living room. I seen one come out of my Mom's car one night when she got home from being out with her friends. Then all of a sudden it wasn't just my Daddy I was seeing anymore. My grandmother, who had passed in July 2002, started shaking the foot of my bed at night. She seemed to get a big kick out of waking me up like that. She also would pull on my ankles. Once another young female came in and tickled the bottom of my foot and shook the bed. She had long strawberry blonde hair, and a gauzy white billowing night gown. I also heard her giggle! A man started showing up in the corner behind my chair. He would make the movement of the rocker change, like bumping it in the middle of a rock. He always smells strongly of old stale cigarette smoke. He is in his mid thirties, and his name is David. It is like he is trying to get someone's attention, but when he gets it, that's enough. He never tries to leave a message - or at least I don't get a message from him. There was also a woman in late 1800's to early 1900's clothing that showed herself - full figure - in my living room. She had on a striped skirt and an apron. She had her hair up on her head in a bun, right on top. She looked like an old photograph, sepia colored, and she sort of rolled, like tv's did in the 80's if the setting wasn't just right. She looked like my great grandmother - Alice (Ally), but I can't be sure.
About this time - mid 2005 or later - the "dark figure" started showing up again. The first time, I was sick and sleeping in the recliner in the living room. I wasn't sleeping well because I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. I had a bad sore throat too. I felt something come up at the bottom of the chair and then press down on my chest. It wouldn't let up. I prayed and called out the name of Jesus, and as soon as I said that Name...he was gone! It was the same figure that had showed up at the side of my bed in the mid -nineties. Later, I was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I was sick again, and my Mom had been coming down in the day to take care of me. So I thought it was still her there at night coming down the hall to check on me. I was anxious to see her there because she is so comforting when you are sick, and I was really anticipating seeing her come around the corner. But it wasn't her that came around the corner, it was the shadow man...He held me down again and curled up around my back, pressing his body tightly up against mine like he was spooning or cradling me. Thing of it is, there was nowhere for anyone to lay behind me. I was on the couch facing the back of it, and it is narrow. I prayed and pled the blood of Jesus, and it left immediately. I also knew where it was staying. It was staying in the back of my craft room/closet. It is messy in there, cluttered with boxes and totes of craft supplies and yarn. If you didn't know it was organized, you would think that someone just threw stuff in there. I tolerated it beig there for a while, and then talked to my Mom. She had been having the same kind of experiences as I had and she still lived in the home where I had my first experience with him in the mid-nineties. He would come down the hall at night and curl up around her and spoon her. So I decided that something had to be done. So I got ready and one morning I went after it. I cleaned and straightened up the craft closet the best I could and then went in and rebuked it in the precious Name of Jesus Christ. Then I told it that it was banished and could never come back ever again. I read aloud the book of Psalms chapter 91. I did that throughout my house, concentrating on the craft closet and the side of my bed. It was really hard to do at first. It felt like I was being choked. I could hardly breathe, but I knew if I gave in and stopped that it would never leave and it would be even more powerful than it was. So I pressed on. It disappeared and things improved in that area dramatically. I was still seeing my orbs and feeling my human spirits, but nothing evil. It felt lighter and more bright in the house. What a relief!
About this time - mid 2005 or later - the "dark figure" started showing up again. The first time, I was sick and sleeping in the recliner in the living room. I wasn't sleeping well because I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. I had a bad sore throat too. I felt something come up at the bottom of the chair and then press down on my chest. It wouldn't let up. I prayed and called out the name of Jesus, and as soon as I said that Name...he was gone! It was the same figure that had showed up at the side of my bed in the mid -nineties. Later, I was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I was sick again, and my Mom had been coming down in the day to take care of me. So I thought it was still her there at night coming down the hall to check on me. I was anxious to see her there because she is so comforting when you are sick, and I was really anticipating seeing her come around the corner. But it wasn't her that came around the corner, it was the shadow man...He held me down again and curled up around my back, pressing his body tightly up against mine like he was spooning or cradling me. Thing of it is, there was nowhere for anyone to lay behind me. I was on the couch facing the back of it, and it is narrow. I prayed and pled the blood of Jesus, and it left immediately. I also knew where it was staying. It was staying in the back of my craft room/closet. It is messy in there, cluttered with boxes and totes of craft supplies and yarn. If you didn't know it was organized, you would think that someone just threw stuff in there. I tolerated it beig there for a while, and then talked to my Mom. She had been having the same kind of experiences as I had and she still lived in the home where I had my first experience with him in the mid-nineties. He would come down the hall at night and curl up around her and spoon her. So I decided that something had to be done. So I got ready and one morning I went after it. I cleaned and straightened up the craft closet the best I could and then went in and rebuked it in the precious Name of Jesus Christ. Then I told it that it was banished and could never come back ever again. I read aloud the book of Psalms chapter 91. I did that throughout my house, concentrating on the craft closet and the side of my bed. It was really hard to do at first. It felt like I was being choked. I could hardly breathe, but I knew if I gave in and stopped that it would never leave and it would be even more powerful than it was. So I pressed on. It disappeared and things improved in that area dramatically. I was still seeing my orbs and feeling my human spirits, but nothing evil. It felt lighter and more bright in the house. What a relief!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Trip to TALA...
OK, so Mom and I are out at the yardsales and everything is pretty slow in Weston - no pun intended... So we go out and check out TALA - Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. I didn't know it, but they have a few rooms that you can tour for free! Mom definately does NOT want to take a tour there, so we did the free rooms and I will go back later with Chris for the grand tour - paranormal, of course!
The first time I saw TALA, I could feel it was a forboding place. Chris and I were really just driving by and didn't really stop. The next time I saw TALA, I was with my Mom and we were at the sales in Weston in Summer '09. We stopped and got out and I took some pictures outside. I didn't dare go in because when we drove past the water fountain in front the sensation in my head was like being in a room full of 500 people and all of them talking to you at the same time. I could feel the confusion and chaos that certainly reigned there and didn't want to go inside. I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it.
This time, Mom and I went over. Once again, at about the water fountain, I could feel all these people talking to me. We parked, got out and started inside. As I was walking up the steps, it felt like something was trying to stop me from going in. It was like walking into an incredible headwind. It felt like I had hundreds of pounds of weights tied to my legs and arms. And I felt like I dreaded going in there.
After we went into the room beside the Superintendant's Office, I felt like someone had come up behind me and put their hands on my shoulders and then just went limp, like I was dragging someone behind me. This continued throughout the rest of our visit. At one point I had a cramp in my right shoulder where it felt like their fingers were pressing into my shoulder. We looked around and then went to leave and going down the steps it felt like someone was pushing me out of there. I still felt like I was dragging someone - a female in a white nightgown. It was after we were a good ways down the road that that feeling left. Ironically, there was a sign on the door of the one room that said "This area is off limits to ghost hunters"...Now how exactly do you stop that sort of thing if one is merely sensitive.
After we left TALA, Mom and I were talking about how it made us feel to be there. She felt overwhelming sadness, depression and anger. She asked me one strange question - "Why did you skip steps when you walked up the steps into the building?" But I hadn't. She said she watched my feet as I walked up the steps and she saw me skip every other step. But I had NOT skipped any steps I placed my feet on every single step. It was too hard walking up them to skip even one.
That afternoon when I got home, it felt as if the woman had followed me. I felt her around me all of that night and the next day. It seems now that she feels that she has been "sensed" and that my place is not familar to her so she is back at TALA where unfortunately she feels she belongs.
The first time I saw TALA, I could feel it was a forboding place. Chris and I were really just driving by and didn't really stop. The next time I saw TALA, I was with my Mom and we were at the sales in Weston in Summer '09. We stopped and got out and I took some pictures outside. I didn't dare go in because when we drove past the water fountain in front the sensation in my head was like being in a room full of 500 people and all of them talking to you at the same time. I could feel the confusion and chaos that certainly reigned there and didn't want to go inside. I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it.
This time, Mom and I went over. Once again, at about the water fountain, I could feel all these people talking to me. We parked, got out and started inside. As I was walking up the steps, it felt like something was trying to stop me from going in. It was like walking into an incredible headwind. It felt like I had hundreds of pounds of weights tied to my legs and arms. And I felt like I dreaded going in there.
After we went into the room beside the Superintendant's Office, I felt like someone had come up behind me and put their hands on my shoulders and then just went limp, like I was dragging someone behind me. This continued throughout the rest of our visit. At one point I had a cramp in my right shoulder where it felt like their fingers were pressing into my shoulder. We looked around and then went to leave and going down the steps it felt like someone was pushing me out of there. I still felt like I was dragging someone - a female in a white nightgown. It was after we were a good ways down the road that that feeling left. Ironically, there was a sign on the door of the one room that said "This area is off limits to ghost hunters"...Now how exactly do you stop that sort of thing if one is merely sensitive.
After we left TALA, Mom and I were talking about how it made us feel to be there. She felt overwhelming sadness, depression and anger. She asked me one strange question - "Why did you skip steps when you walked up the steps into the building?" But I hadn't. She said she watched my feet as I walked up the steps and she saw me skip every other step. But I had NOT skipped any steps I placed my feet on every single step. It was too hard walking up them to skip even one.
That afternoon when I got home, it felt as if the woman had followed me. I felt her around me all of that night and the next day. It seems now that she feels that she has been "sensed" and that my place is not familar to her so she is back at TALA where unfortunately she feels she belongs.
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