Monday, October 31, 2011

I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks

Here are a few true stories of my very own ghosts....(Really, I know I'm prone to exaggeration, but these things really did happen to me)

The little farmhouse was built in 1900, so the chances of lingering spirits is pretty good.  Unfortunately in the 12 years I have lived here, I have only seen two.  Though actually, it may only be one because the second one was that guy in the fedora.  I had seen him once before at my grandmother's apartment and truth be told, I'm not a big fan.  He was standing in the small hallway that leads out of my bedroom, but in his favor he did go away when I asked him to.  But the first ghost I saw was outside, in the middle of the afternoon.  Down in the back corner of our yard before it turns to fields is an old screen house.  We converted it into the goat barn by boarding up the screened windows and putting a solid door on the front.  A few weeks after we did this, I came home and as I drove along the front of our property I looked down into the field and saw a man with tan work pants and a baseball cap walking into the building.  He looked to be in his early 60's and  he just seem curious.  I drove into the driveway and took the kids inside and went down and there was of course no one there.  I'm pretty sure it was the man who lived here last, his name is Milton and he died in 1976.  I haven't seen him again but sometimes after I've fed the goats at night and they are all settled in, something will spook them and I'll have to go down and convince them to go back inside.  I'm hoping this spring to build a new goat house and we'll probably tear that one down.  It will be interesting to see what Milton thinks of that.

Another ghost of mine was at a rental cottage we leased for a week a few years ago.  The cottage was situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean.  The building had originally been a store in Canada and the owners had actually brought it over by barge in the late 1800's for the owner's wife who had been prescribed ocean air for lingering illnesses.   It was a really cool place, but I could always feel this weird expectancy that there was something about to happen.  It was kind of like we were there with another family and we were doing our best to ignore each other.  On the last day, my husband took the kids home and I stayed behind to clean up.  As I put everything back where it was supposed to be, swept the floors and straighted the furniture I could feel someone watching me.  It wasn't scary, I was just aware of her.  As I stood at the door and looked around to make sure I hadn't left anything behind, I don't know why I did it but I said, "Thank you for letting us use the cottage.  We had a wonderful time."  As I turned to leave, the smell of butterscotch surrounded me.  There was no candy or anything left in the cottage that smelled like butterscotch.  I think it was the wife telling me "You're Welcome".

My husband thinks I'm nuts, but the most haunted house I've ever been in was the one he grew up in and even he can't deny it.  In the middle of the ceiling in his old room there was a light fixture with a string you had to pull to turn the light on.  You had to pull it quite hard, wait for the click and then let go.  One night I was sleeping in the room alone and the light came on all by itself.  Rattle---wait---click.   The next morning I mentioned this to him and his parents and that was when they shared that they heard sounds like people walking up and down the stairs and how the appliances turned themselves on in the middle of the night.

How about you?  What are your ghosts like?

Happy Halloween!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I'm a Friend of Bill Kindle...

Got virus...

Computer in repair place...


Forgot how to use buttons...

How does internetz work?

Why am I talking like this??

Because it was tragic, TRAGIC, I say. 

Though,  I did learn that I can read blogs and Facebook statuses (statusi...stata?) on my Kindle.  Not easily, but say if someone was having some sort of, oh I don't know, withdrawal can be done.  Kind of like when an alcoholic with no cash has to drink hair spray.  Sort of.  That's my totally appropriate analogy of the day.  

I sincerely apologize to the alcoholics that read this blog.  My broken computer was probably nothing like drinking hair spray. 


Friday, October 14, 2011

Halloween Mantle...

Today, I have to work.  I have to clean the hen house and get it ready for cold weather.  I need to clean the bathroom (the one in the house, the chicken's don't have a bathroom-they just poop wherever they want-hence why I need to clean the hen house...actually, that's kind of the same reason I need to clean the bathroom-AIM people! Jeesh).  I need to clean the summer clothes out of the boys' drawers and replace them with warm clothes. 

So, of course, I did none of that and played with my mantle instead. 

In other news.  My husband says he will either kill me or leave me if I bring this 3-legged muffin head home.

I think he's bluffing. 

Smiles from the farm,

Sunday, October 9, 2011


I herd ALL the goats...

Oh yeah, all of them...really? 

Yup.  I very good at herding goats. 

Are ya' now?

....ummm, yes. 


Why you laugh at me?

'Cause you're dumb. 

Smiles from the farm,