Ghosts on Saturday

This is a strange misty something I captured a picture of while taking pictures in my nephew's room. Up until then, I'd only gotten orbs...this is a little more than an orb...

The investigators came on saturday. We investigated from seven p.m. until six-thirty a.m. The usual happened, doors opening by themselves, weird noises and movements, cold spots, sudden headaches that are there one minute and gone the next, an odd feeling of pressure, like something just weighing down on us. One of the investigators got sick. They got lots of orbs, and not just white ones like we'd been getting. A red one, green, some caught while moving so they looked like they had a tail. Sean, one investigator, just got a four hundred dollar phone which had two flashes for the camera so it could take 18 pics in a row without stopping. So while one flash was charging, the other was in use. He got the most pics. They got a hundred of photos with stuff going on. Once during the night, my friend Sami felt very crowded. She started yelling at at everyone to back up. Sean snapped some pics. In them, her face got blurry, and what appears to be a skull looks like it is going through her. Also, in one of the photos is some odd figure next to her, reaching out to her, I think. The EMF readers were insane. They said it wasn't normal for them to be at a seven and in one spot for so long. Like the entity wasn't moving at all. Just kept still in one spot for a half hour. Our electricity was shut off, so it made no sense to be getting such a response from the EMF. Also, a bottle of southern comfort jumped off the fridge. It didn't break, but the cap came off and shot down the hallway. Then, later after two investigators left, Sami's son found a cell phone in the freezer. WTF? Earlier, we'd split into two groups. Sami, her son, and two investigators went outside and into the cellar. Me, and three investigators stayed in the house. We were all going around, shouting for the coward to do something, show itself...We had voice recorders, EMF readers, digital cameras, video cameras...My group was at the end of the hall by the bathroom when we heard a door from the kitchen. We checked the kitchen and the living room. Nothing was different. Both doors were closed as we had left them...When Sam's son found the phone, we realized it was the freezer door we'd heard. The investigators had never run into a case like this. It is insane. Today, nothing has happened yet, except an unexplained rush of cold air hit me. Came from nowhere. And a few things fell to the floor without a cause. Nothing else yet, but it is only 2:37. Things usually start here at about 3 pm...We'll see. I wish I had some of the photos Sean got, but I don't. He will make us copies. I'll post them when I can. We are actually planning to go see them in Illinois this weekend since I have both days off, which is very rare. We are driving there, checking out the evidence they got, and visiting some of the local hauntings in their area. Can't wait. I'll let ya know what happens.

"I don't care if you lick windows,
take the short bus
or occasionally pee on yourself..
You hang in there sunshine, you're special?"

Yesterday my friend and I set out on our road trip to Arkansas to visit my mom and my friend Maria. We spent all morning packing, doing this and that, preparing to be in Arkansas for three days with a three month old baby. We finally hit the road about 6pm. Things are going good, baby is sleeping the whole time. We are jamming to music, enjoying ourselves.

It starts to snow. I can't see the road much in front of me. Sami decides to choose this time to take a nap. I'm tired as hell, Sami is sleeping, and the huge semi in front of me is blowing snow at my car so bad I can't see the road at all. Most of the time I am not sure if I'm even on the road, shoulder, don't care so long as we're not in a ditch. I'm seeing signs saying things like Miami and Vi-something or other pay at exit.. WTF? Pay what? I don't know these signs. Signs saying Tulsa. Really? Really!

"Sam! I think we're lost!"

"Hmm.." She snores.

"Sam, it is snowing, I can't see the road, and I think we missed 65 South!"

Snort snore.

"SAMANTHA JAMES! We're lost! Call Bob and have him find a map!"

She jerks into a sitting position, grabs her phone and calls Bob. Second later she puts her phone down on her lap.

"Got his voicemail." She leans her head back against the headrest and begins to snore. Really!!??!?! This is where I'm swerving in and out of lanes cause I can't see any lines on the road through the snow.

"Sam! GRRR!" I pull my phone out of my pocket and try to use the touchscreen to call my mom. Her and my stepdad always have at least one atlas on the table and five more stacked nearby. It starts ringing while I try desperately not to panic as I see more huge Semis and cars up ahead of me.

"Mom, I think we are lost! Find a map and tell me where we are. Did we miss our turn?" I tell her the last sign I saw, which was maybe ten minutes before. Now we were on a long stretch of road, no signs anywhere, and only one exit every fifty miles, no joke. Where are we!!!

"Here, talk to Monty," she tells me, handing over the phone to her husband.
I don't even know what he is saying cause I'm trying to stay on the road. A huge truck in front of me and I'm almost in the ditch. I hang up the phone, throw it at my snoring friend. She jerks awake, glancing around wondering what the heck.
"Sam, we're lost. Call my mom, I just hung up on them!"
So, awake now, she calls them back. According to Monty, we should see 65 any minute now. . . we are in the middle of nowhere. No signs, no exits nothing but darkness, snow, and a semi truck every once in a while to throw snow at my windshield and make driving even more impossible.
My nerves are shot, but I'm breathing easier now cause Monty says were still on track. Sam and I decided to stop for gas and check out a map just to be sure.
We miss the first exit cause we can't see it.
Seriously twenty miles later we find one. Vinita. Where?? What is Vinita? Why does it say pay at exit or whatever?? I'm not paying anything! I just want to know where I am and how much further I have to go.
There are about four inches of snow on the ground as we pull into the first gas station we see: The Wood Shed. Hmmm....we go in and the walls are all made of wood, there is a train set around the wall and suspended in the air above our heads in half the store. There are magnets, shot glasses, mugs, everything. I grab an atlas, a cup of coffee and sit at a booth by the window. Sam asks the woman at the register where we are.
"Oklahoma."
I look up. What?
"No we're not," Sam says. "Your joking. Where are we?"
The woman and the two male customers she's chatting with look at us. "You're in Oklahoma."
"No way." Sam checks the newspaper. "Oh shit! We are in Oklahoma." We'd missed our exit three hours back, and the snow is still falling thick and white.
We find where we are on the map, we see where we should be. We consider turning back. The snow is about six inches by now. We call mom, she says we shouldn't drive. It's snowing where she's at in Arkansas too! Sam and I think it's best to stop for the night, get a motel room. Mind you, we don't have money for a room. The woman working there gets out a phone book, finds two motel numbers. Sam calls. One doesn't answer, the other, Relax Inn, is 59 dollars a night. Fine!
The cashier gives us directions to the motel, wishes us luck and we slide through red lights, ignoring the law that we are supposed to stop. By this time I don't give a damn. I was irrate with Sam for falling asleep. I kept telling her if she'd been awake we wouldn't have missed 65. She was trying not to laugh at me cause I don't get angry often, but I was pissed. She says I'm funny and cute when I'm mad. She didn't want me to know she thought this at the time, cause it would have made me madder.




The room is small, two beds, microwave, tv. HBO was it's saving grace...but we fell asleep before we could enjoy it. We hauled our things inside, showered, put the baby down, I had a snowball fight with my dog, then we went to sleep.
Next morning mom keeps calling, telling us to go home there is too much snow and we will never make it down her hill. I'm still half asleep, not wanting to face the fact that it would be best to head back to st. louis instead of continuing on to Siloam Springs then on to Harrison to Pyatt to see her. She gives up trying to convice me, her most stubborn daughter, and calls Sam. Still mostly sleeping, I hear Sam tell her:
"I'll talk to her when she gets up. We'll talk and let you know."
I roll over and sleep. Finally, I get up and get dressed. I tell Sam the snow is melting! That didn't really matter, there was still lots of it, and snow was starting to fall again. A few drops coming off the roof didn't really mean anything at this point. So we decide to take 44 East back to St. Louis. I call mom to tell her.
"I can't drink my coffee, my stomach is all torn up, I'm so worried and stressed. Go home! I want to see you, I'll send you money to come see us in the spring, just go home. It's bad out there and getting worse, just go home! I can't drink my coffee, I'm so worried sick!"
I calm her down, tell her we are going home, not to worry. I tell her I'll call every time we stop and let her know how the roads are doing. She breathes a little easier.
"I love your mom," Sam laughs. She loved my mom last winter too when mom kept calling my work and telling me to go home. She gave up on me and my stubborness and talked to my manager and told him to send me home cause the snow was supposed to get worse. She kept having Sam call and tell me to go home, thinking maybe I'll listen to Sam since I wasn't listening to her.
Did you know you have to pay to leave Oklahoma? $1.75. We pulled out our change and got back on the road. Every half hour we stopped somewhere. We found a sign that said Reptile zoo, seven miles off of exit. Hey, lets check that out. Snowing or not, we're not wasting this road trip. 10 miles later we give up on the reptile zoo, turn around and retrace our steps and get back on the highway.
We were starving and looking for a place to eat. Mcdonalds, Waffle House, etc...We didn't want something we see everday. No fast food. We'd had Waffle House on the way to Oklahoma. After passing dozens of exits we decide whatever, we'll go to Waffle House again. On our way to the way there, we see a small diner called Ali's Family Resteraunt. Oh yeah, we turn around and go in. Wonderful food, nice small town feel, huge windows showing off all the snow falling to cover the five inches of snow already on the ground. Friendly service. An old house across the street we decided must be haunted. We plan to buy that house someday and eat at Ali's everyday. Sam was bouncing off the walls when she found out they had cucumber sauce, or gyro sauce. I hate cucumbers, but I tried it. We got some more and put it on our hashbrowns and our omlettes, on the toast. We asked if we could buy some. She sold us an eight ounce cup of it for $1.50. We were thrilled.
We got back on the road, planning our next road trip. We are going to get in the car and drive. No destination in mind. Just drive and stop at every attraction we see on the way.
The whole drive back was snow. Ice, slush, snow. Lots of it. The entire drive. It started to get dark. Sam goes to sleep. I'm starting to fall asleep at the wheel. I turn up the music, and sing along, but my eyes start drooping and my mind is empty, spacey, I'm so tired. Then I see a sign for Starbucks coffee exit 156. Hold it! I'm suddenly wide awake, searching every exit. No other signs for it, but I'm not missing this Starbucks.
We find it. We get gas for the car, let Kenni out to potty, and I run in for coffee. I come back out and some young douche is laughing and pushing a cart at my car. WTF??
He moves it away laughing and gets in the passenger seat of a car where a young girl is at the wheel. I climb in the car, Sam is getting off the phone with my mom.
"What the hell was he doing?" I ask her.
"I don't know, but I got off the phone quick, thinking I need to jump out and fuck him up."
"Eh," I say. We say this all the time lately. Just, "Eh."
The young prick gets out of his car which is parked in front of us to the right slightly. He goes to Sam's window, she cracks it an inch. Kenni is barking like mad at him. He asks if he can buy a cigarette. She's all sure.
"Better shut up dog or I'll rip you apart." He yells at Kenni. Excuse me? Who's the dumb mother fucker coming up to our car window? This is my dogs territory.
"You do that and I'll rip you apart." I tell him, and start to drive as Sam is hading a cig through the window. I'm hoping to hit one of the little brat's feet with a tire. Unfortunately I missed. He's hollering at Sam saying he'd pay $50 for a pack. I don't even stop, I keep driving. Fuck the little bastard. Who does that? Walk up to a strangers car and ask for a cigarette, then threatens their dog?!?! No, no. You don't mess with my dog. Kenni, as much as she pisses me off sometimes, is like my kid. You don't mess with someones kids, you don't mess with thier dog.
Anyway, I couldn't believe it. We seriously were driving along and suddenly we go from snowfalling onto the already 6 inches to no snow on the ground at all. What??!! I was actually sad. We weren't getting snow at hime, and I have been waiting all winter for some snow, but south of us was getting a hell of a lot of snow. So not fair.
Anyway. That was our road trip.
Oh, we also stopped at a place called Ozarkland: Stores thoroughout the ozarks. "Worth Stopping For" the signs said. We shrugged. Why not.
They had tons of awesome stuff. Sam bought owl statue for our friend Leah. It's cool. I just bought Saltwater taffy and cinnamon covered pecans and two rebel driver's licenses. They were hilarious, we both had to have one.
Anyway, we're planning another road trip. one where we are going to visit every haunted place we can throughout America. I'm going to have to take her to the Lemp mansion. I've been there before and my friend is taking me in Feb. again. But it would be awesome if me and Sami stayed there. In Zeke's room. Oh yea.

Some of the Christmas cookies I designed with two of my sisters...the other cookies were too naughty to display...


Today my best friend and I are driving down to Arkansas to visit my mom and my other best friend who is really more a sister. I haven't talked to her in about three years, but I saw her on facebook and said hi. A week later I'm about to drive the 7 hours to go see her. She's as excited as I am! She wants me to be an aunt to her two beautiful daughters, and I can't wait to spoil them! So, that's what's going on today.
That's all folks.

Time Passing

Haven't blogged in a while. Didn't really want to, but a lot has happened. A friend of mine, Kevin, killed himself on Halloween. I have never lost anyone close before, and I hope I go before anyone else, cause I don't think I could handle it again. Kevin was a great guy. He had an amazing smile and a laugh that was...infectious. He was a customer at the cafe, I even started going to his church when he invited me. We laughed, he'd tell me crazy stories. He was a truely wonderful man. He'd sit in the cafe reading his bible and karate magazines and he'd just burst into laughter. Not quiet chuckles, loud, full out laughing, his face going red, his eyes watering. People would glance at him like he was crazy, but I would laugh too as I put away dishes and cleand the grills. He was amazing.
Now he's gone.

Losing Dogs and Revenge Against Demon Trucker

Started out the same as usual. Got up around noon, waiting on my sisters to get out of bed. Carrie's mother-in-law stopped by to drop off Carrie's niece Phoebe. They woke my sisters up. Then it took us three hours to finally get everyone out of the house. Carrie, Erin, Phoebe, our two dogs, and I piled into my little car. Wal-mart, fashion bug, stopped at dad's, stopped at Erin's, stopped back at Carrie's....
Then our day finally began at 5pm...go figure. That's how it goes in this family. We picked up a pack of flashlights because it was starting to get dark, and we all still had our hearts set on hiking. We walked for miles and miles through the creepy woods, the puppies running around free and ecstatic. Sometimes the trail was very narrow, somtimes we had to cross little gaps and climb over tree limbs. There's a spot in the trail where we have to cross the small creek in the shallow area to get to the other half of the trail. We were having a blast, and someone was playing Elvis loudly. "Your the devil in disguise."
Carrie and I had taken the dogs on this trail last weekend. And just like last weekend, a thought, an image flashed through my mind that I ignored. I had a bad feeling in my gut that we would lose one of the dogs. That she'd run off into the trees and we'd never see her again. After all, Kenni was only five months old and she disappeared from our yard for two weeks. Who knew what would happen should one of them become lost in the woods and ignore our calls?
But that was silly. Why whould they just wander off? They are very well behaved. When we call them to us, they come running. So, this thought of mine was absurd.
There was an area of the trail where you could see houses and the people's backyards. That was when I noticed Billy, Carrie's dog, wasn't with us.
"Guys, where's Billy?" I asked.
"Billy!" we all start calling out for her. Usually when they wander off into the woods, we just call for them and they come running back. Sometimes it takes them a few minutes. My dog Kenni was next to us, but Billy was nowhere.
"Billy, come on, let's go!"
Still no sounds. No jinggling of her collar, no rustling of the leaves. The four of us were shouting for her, staring off into the trees, still not dark out, but the night was only about thrity minutes away. Kenni stood at our feet, grinning from ear-to-ear, her tongue hanging out. She wasn't worried at all as she also swept her eyes around, searching the trees and bushes.
"Oh, my God, guys, where's Billy?"
After shouting and getting no results, we split up. This is just not like her. She always comes when we call her. Carrie and Phoebe went ahead on the path, Erin and I retraced our steps.
"Billy! Billy Bob, come on girl, let's go!"
Not a sound other than the music coming from a local's Saturday night.
"Billy Bob!"
We met up with Carrie and Pheebs, both parties unsuccessful in our searches.
"What if she wandered into a yard where there is a dog. She wouldn't listen to us if she found a dog."
Carrie and Phoebe took the trail toward the houses, planning to roam the neighborhood. Erin, Kenni, and I continued on the trail. I tied my scarf onto Kenni's collar, just to be on the safe side. I did not need her pulling a disappearing act as well, especially with the trail so close to homes and people. That's when they have trouble listening, when others are about.
"Kenni, where's Billy?" I asked her. "Find Billy, Kenni. Go find Billy."
She tugged Erin and I along the path, going so fast we were running. We ran through the trees, on narrow, overgrown paths, up hills, twisting further and further. My heart was racing and my asthma was kicking in. The sky was growing darker and I wanted to cry. Did we lose Billy forever? Was it my fault for thinking one of the dogs would get lost?
The trail we were on was suddenly not a trail anymore. It just disappeared and we were in the woods. Erin and I decided to turn around. Trees all look alike if you have no footpath to follow. We almost made a wrong turn in our trek back, but I suddenlly saw what I think was a tiny, rusted truck canopy. Suddenly we could hear Carrie and Phoebe.
"Guys stay where you are, we're coming to you," Carrie told us. We met up on the path. Billy was still MIA.
I was almost to the point of crying and Carrie was freaking out.
"I am not leaving here without my dog!"
"We'll stay all night if we must," I told her, waving my flashlight.
We decided to head toward the car, hoping maybe Billy was near the pond. Maybe she didn't follow us any further?
We were coming around a corner a few minutes later, shouting her name.
"Billy!" Erin shouted. Sure enough, there she was around the corner. She saw us and her tail went mental. Kenni ran to her like she was chasing the geese at the park we always take them. Billy ran to us, grinning and puffing, her rolly-polly body vibrating in her excitement to see us. I gave her a little swat on her back.
"Billy you don't do that! You don't go off on your own," I told her, as if she were a child. We were all kneeling down, hugging her and petting her. She must of thought it was her birthday or something. But I think she'd been as scared as we were. She was probably wandering around in the bushes, smelling wonderful smells of dead animals and bugs, when suddenly she looks up and realizes she can't see us or hear us. She's the biggest chicken scardy-cat I know, so she must have freaked when she realized we weren't nearby. We searched for a good fifteen to twenty minutes.
The hike back to the car, we kept her in our sights the whole way. I lead the way with the puppies wandering through the trees before me. Carrie, Erin, and Phoebe lagged behind. Every couple paces Carrie would holler at me, asking if I could still see both dogs. They pulled out their flashlights. It went from a slightly darkening sky to almost black in a few minutes. We were stumbling along, flashlights lighting our way. It had definately been an adventure. And with the dogs playing in the creek and pond, they both smelled like dead fish...Wonderful.
After a stop at Barnes & Noble for dinner, we headed home.
That's when we had our second big scare.
I was driving along somewhere between 65-70 miles/hour in a 70 zone. Minding my own business in my tiny little Nissan Sentra. Suddenly a huge, eighteen-wheeler gets over behind me, on my ass, nearly hitting my bumper. Carrie starts yelling at me to speed up. He probably didn't see us? Stupid truck.
Then, for the next ten minutes, I have him following on my bumper, turning his brights on, purposely trying to blind me. We are all freaking out cause we have this huge truck practically touching my bumper with his brights on and shinning in my face. I always turn my mirrors at odd angles at night, cause I have sensitive eyes and can't stand the lights reflecting, so his brights weren't hardly in my eyes at all. But still, he was doing this on purpose, this reckless driving, just to piss us off. What was his problem? Was he drunk? Then he starts weaving in and out of traffic, so I'm thinking this bastard very well could be. So I get over in the slower lane, cause I want to get behind this bastard so I can get his license, company, and truck number. My sister's husband is an over the road trucker, she goes with him, she knows the ropes with these companies. I want this ass fired. He could kill someone with this behavior.
So, I'm now going about fourty-five, but I still can't get behind him. He was suddenly going slow, too. He didn't want us to get any info from the back of his truck. Luckily there were three people in my car keeping eyes on him, so eventually we get behind him, then beside him, two cell phones out saving info from his truck. This bastard is going down. This sort of driving is absolutely unacceptable.
The second I get home, I pull out my laptop and google the truck company, find a number, and call.
The lady didn't seem to care.
"Hello?" She says.
Umm...
"Is this Short and Sassy Trucking Company?" I ask. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is it's real name.
"Yes," she told me. She can't even answer the phones right. You state your business name when you answer the phone so people know they have the correct number.
I tell her I have a complaint to make about a driver.
"Okay," she says. Then silence.
I have never had to call and complain about a Semi before, she should have been asking questions or something, walking me through this. She didn't say anything. I have always been shy when it comes to the phone. I hate talking on them. But I am so angry at this trucker...
"I have his License, his VIN number..."
"Okay," is all she says. I could have reached through the phone and strangled her. I don't know what info she needs to figure out who this asshole is. Tell me what numbers you need...
So I give her everything I have. I tell her eveverything he did.
"Okay." I want to choke her so she stops saying okay.
Silence.
Finally she says, "Is there a number where I can reach you if I need any more information?"
I give her Carrie's number. I get way too many unknown calls on my phone, I probably wouldn't anwer. I also give her Carrie's name, first and last. I really knew this woman couldn't care less when she didn't ask for the last name spelling. I can barely spell Carrie's last name, I know this woman can't. But she didn't ask, I wonder was she even getting any of this down.
Well, they are going to get sick of me calling. I plan to call again in the morning to see if anything was done. I will keep calling until I hear this jerk was fired. That's how pissed off I am about his driving. That's how bad his driving was. I'm not normally a war-path kind of person. Despite how I sound in my blogs, I am usually a quiet person, meek, much as I hate to admit it. I usually shrug things off rather than having to face any kind of conflict, rather than having to face people in a conflict. But I will pull out my backbone when someone has gone too far. This bastard who shouldn't even have a driver's license and definately no trucker's license has gone too far. He tailgated the wrong woman, let me tell you. What if there was a pregnant lady or a baby in the car he thought it was okay to tailgate? What if he'd hit me? I'm this asses worst nightmare, let me tell you... He's going to be unemployed if I have anything to say about it. If I have to, I will take his plate number to the police station. Something will be done about this.
And that's all I have to say about that!

New Baby, Old Car

The entire weekend of the 12th and the 13th I spent with my hand on my best friend's belly. Her daughter was kicking, ready to get out. Most of the pregnancy was spent with my poor friend on bedrest, Missy Lynn was impatient to arrive, but it was too early. Then, finally, it was safe for her to have her baby anytime. So, Sami being impatient to hold her daughter in her arms, decided she needed some raspberry leaf tea, which is rumored to help induce labor. We bought it, drank tons of the stuff as we wandered the mall all day. It must have worked, because just last weekend, her baby arrived. I spent all of that weekend in and out of the hospital, then in and out of the children's hospital where her daughter was in the NICU. I had her twelve year old son with me all weekend, and I got him off to school Monday morning. My sister took over after that because I work for a living and had to get back to it. I used an entire tank of gas in two days going from the children's hospital to Sami's home and back again numerous times. And let me tell you, that baby is the sweetest baby to ever grace the face of our earth. She has the perfect shaped nose, hair like her brother's, soft and light, and lots of it. She has such little toes, hands, her little ears. So sweet. I held her today after work as she slept on my chest. I didnt want to let her go, but had to eventually because I wanted to make it to my sister's house in one piece. I slept two hours last night, and I knew that any moment I was going to fall asleep on my feet. I had to say goodbye to my car last night. I spent tons of money on it, it was my second home. That car was made for me, his name was Sir Robin the Brave. Is it weird to cry over a car? I bawled, I felt like I was losing my best friend instead of having my car towed to a scrap yard. I think the tears started when my very tactful dad said,
"You don't have to clean it out, their just going to crush it."
Gee, thanks dad. Just the image I wanted burned in my brain. My very beautiful Taurus, my trusty friend who got me from Washington state to Missouri a few years back, that got me to and from work for years, that took me on all my shopping trips to the mall, especially in the dead of winter with no heater, etc....crushed into tiny bits of useless glass, metal, rubber, etc....scraps....
I could have fixed him if I'd had two thousand dollars...I don't. My life is over...
Moving on....
I've got nothing...

Anxious for Christmas?

We have our own language. My family. Seriously. Erin is sitting in the chair across the living room and everything she says she puts an L as the first letter. So, "We are having tortillas, cheese, and eggs" becomes "Le lar laving lortillas, lheese, land leggs." We are a weird bunch. My brother-in-law's sister is sitting on the couch next to me with a confused expression on her face while she watches Erin trying to figure this out. Of course, I completely understand Erin's words. We're family.
Yesterday I got up extremely early (9 a.m.) to go to Soulard's Farmer's Market with one of my three roommates. We got tomatoes and other things. Always fun. Then we went to the Japanese Festival at the St. Louis Botanical Gardens. We saw the Candyman and ate Red Bean Ice Cream and Green Tea Ice Cream. I bought a cool fan with a dragon on it. Loads of fun. We got in for free because one of our roommate's mom works somewhere something or other...idk.
Then last night I came over here to my sister Carrie's house. Kind of a sleepover. Carrie, Erin, Michelle, our niece Phoebe, and I. I bought a couple Papa John's pizzas and we ate pizza, played kareoke on the gamecube, then Carrie, Erin, and Phoebe used the Quiji board while Shell and I played Scrabble. Scrabble is an addicting game for someone like me who absolutely loves words.
Anyway, that is a typical Saturday night for me, just hanging out with family. You should have seen us, we was so loud and having a great time, we might as well have been drunk. On the drive home from picking up the pizzas we sang Christmas songs. We had loads of fun making our own lyrics to the 12 days of Christmas.
"On the first day of Christmas my poor husband gave to me, a dead rat in my Christmas tree..."
or "On the first day of Christmas my murdering mother gave to me, Michael Myers next to my Christmas tree..."
Merry Christmas from my family!