We are all like astronauts Discovering infinity

Do you ever wonder why the most random things will begin huge changes in the way you see things? I believe that everything happens for a reason, everything from what I watch on TV to what happened at work. It all has lessons built within. Ready to teach me whatever I am meant to learn for the day. As my life progresses the lesson meanings change to fit what is happening now, and new lessons emerge.

Today I began to look at my life with God and my life in general. We walk through life praying that by some miracle your house will clean itself up. That the pounds would just drop off in your sleep one night, no dieting or exercising required. That the knowledge you need would magically appear in your brain like some scene from The Matrix. Your cat would stop scattering your things around the house in boredom. Your bills won’t be too high. Please let me win the lottery! I meant the big one…

In reality perhaps he IS answering our prayers, by not answering them at all… If God cleans your house up for you how will you learn to clean it yourself? He’s not going to do it every time, maybe you have a maid, but that maid won’t always be there.

So the pounds just drop off in your sleep. You did nothing to get there! How do you keep something off if you didn’t fight to get there in the first place? Maintaining…I’m told, can be just as hard as loosing.

Okay so the whole knowledge thing would be really cool too. I often find myself begging for a photographic memory. I can do the reading, I just want to remember it. Shoot I would love to even remember some of it. My memory is so Swiss cheesed I can write my own book and be unable to tell you anything about it a week later. So your given the ability to look at the cover of a book and have it all downloaded into your brain. Where was the work in that? The satisfaction of learning? Still wish I had it though…

Your animal is destroying your home out of boredom…like that’s ever going to stop…give it up! Stopping it would require messing with your animals’ personality! Let’s face it, the only reason you still have your animal is because you love them and there personality.

Your bills are too high, you can effect the outcome to this one yourself. Use less electricity, buy energy saving products, if they raise the rate, switch companies! Renting movies throwing you off balance financially, rent less, or stop until you can figure out what else you can cut. Go down a package on your cable channels etc…

All easier said then done.

I think that we have to power to grant a lot of our own prayers, think about it. And what we can’t make happen ourselves? Then that’s where God steps in.  

…are unanswered prayers.

These days my schedule seems to become more and more booked. As I go through my normal stage of working on loosing weight and all that entails I have also found that if I don't get at least 8 hours of sleeps I am more hungry the next day and I go off my diet more easily.

So I will start my day with 8 hours of sleep, which takes a whole hunk of time out.
The next giant hunk of time will go to 8 hours of work. 16 hours gone right there. (That's if I don't have to stay beyond my shift.) (And staying beyond happens a lot.)
30 minutes of running/walking
30 minutes to get to my next area.
30 minutes of swimming or biking (training for a Triathlon.)
30 minutes to get home...opps there goes 2 more hours! 18 hours gone.
Now I need to take time out for looking for a house and wedding planning. The time taken out for this will differ on whether or not I go physically look at a house or wedding item or just look at the pictures and talk to the real estate company on the phone. But whatever happens let's go ahead and take out 2 hours here. 20 hours gone with the wind.
Give me an hour to do what I WANT on the computer or I will have a nervous break down, which leaves only three hours left of my day.
The last three hours are normally taken up with entertaining. Not MY entertainment...no. Entertaining the guests in my apt or spending time with Matt and his family.  And before you know it, it's time to start all over again.

Could you imagine if I was trying to go to school too? I don't know what I'm going to do when I start spending an hour on each exercise. I'm going to have to start packing soon. (Shudder) But honestly looking around...wow...packing might be quick this time.

Oh, but what ever happened to me waking up, going to work then doing whatever I wanted for the rest of the day?!? LOL!  

So here I go again. I got a good year to settle down without any major changes and now here I go again.

- I'm getting married March 14th, 2009 - So there is ALOT of planning going on.

- As of October, I'm moving again...and I have NO IDEA as to where. Hello doors, need to open, please?

- Oh God I have to start packing!!!

- Possibly transferring jobs again or maybe a new job?

- There is a whole lot more but I don't have time to type them. LOL!!!

When my family moved into our older home built in the 70’s for parties, I can honestly say I did not believe in ghosts. Ten years later and I was convinced that the house was Grand Central Station for them. It did not take me long to believe, and although my dad was convinced they were all demons, I new not all of them were. Some were quite helpful, others just stared one loved music, and others were just creepy and definitely not good.

The house we moved into had been empty for a long time before we bought it at a highly discounted price. The people who had the house before us were devil worshipers and had painted the walls black with upside down crosses around. I would find out much later that my parents had knocked out the wall in my room and replaced it as my room was one of the worst. I was young, I want to say about 12 or 13 and the unusual activities began rather slowly. Sitting in the study you always felt as if someone or thing was watching you. It was eerie and annoying at first, your hairs would always stick up on your arms and legs. But after so long, it just became a part of that room.

Things would move around in the house, you would set a glass on the table, run to the restroom, come back and the glass would be on the bench across the room. This of course would happen when you knew you were alone in the house. Then things got a little bigger. On a particularly hot day I was on my computer in my room, I had a small fan blowing nice cool air on me when I dropped my pen. Bending down to pick it up I noticed that the outlet in the wall was empty of plugs. Curious as to where I had plugged in my fan, I grabbed the cord to follow it only to find the end in my hand, and the fan still blowing wonderfully cool air at me.

Another time I was practicing a dance in our very large living room, with the couch pushed back about twenty feet behind me. There was no carpet on the floors just a hard rock tile. As I did a little kick, my foot slipped and I knew I was going to fall backwards only I didn’t. I remember a strange weightless feeling and looking down to see the floor moving beneath me, then I was on the couch, just sitting there in shock.

One particularly scary night, I woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. Opening my eyes I looked around for what woke me, only to find a pair of green…evil eyes staring back at me from my closet. I froze in horror, I needed to get out of there but the only exit was right next to the closet. The sudden need for light struck me and I pulled the light cord on my running ceiling fan, nothing. Desperate I ran to the TV and hit the power button, nothing. I turned on my clock radio, nothing. I ran back to my bed and hid under the covers for a moment trying to formulate a plan. I was 16 by then and felt like a five year old as I grabbed my pillow and held it against my chest, then covered myself in my blanket and ran for the exit. The next day my parents blessed my room and closet, the green eyed thing never came back that I know of. I had and still have to this day a small fear of dark closets.

On one occasion I was by myself in the house doing dishes when I saw a black woman figure walk by towards the living room.  For some reason my brain clicked that it was mom and I quickly shut off the water and ran towards the living room all the while talking to her. It wasn’t until I got there that I realized I was alone. A few months later while in the van with mom she glanced at me and told me that a few weeks before she and I were alone at home, I was outside doing laundry and she was washing dishes. She turned and saw the same figure I had seen before and thought it was me. She shut off the water and headed to the living room while talking to me,  that is before she realized that I was still outside.

We were all eating dinner once when an old glass jar flew across the room hit the wall and then the rock floor without even cracking. Whatever we had been talking about was quickly changed to a new topic. Another time while eating the garage door opened, my brother got up and shut it again. As soon as he sat down, up it went again. Frowning, we put it back down. A few minutes later it was re-opening. By then my mom had had it and she yelled towards the door as if she were yelling at one of us. ‘Shut that door and leave it alone!’ The door shut and did not open itself again.

By the end of my time living with my parents the number of ghosts has diminished to just a few. One of them found a liking to the song I’m a Survivor by Destinies Child. Anytime that CD was put in, the player would skip tracks until it got to that song. If the song was on the radio then the radio would turn on. Often scared the crap out of us because the music system was hooked to a surround sound system which blasted out the whole house. It was really bad when the song would play in the middle of the night. Now days my family still lives there and as far as I know there are no ghost remaining.

My ghost stories don’t stop there, once you live with them for as long as I did, you know what to look for. I’ve worked summer camps where we would have to keep dormitories for older kids so as not to terrorize the really young kids with giant fans that turned on and off by themselves without being plugged in. Or bouncy balls that would suddenly fly across the room, stop half way then turn around to go after you. Doors slamming in your face, knocking on doors from rooms that are locked.  Water facets turning on by themselves. White mists floating by, leaving you feeling cold and slightly damp.  This did not always shield them however as an older couple of ghost one in a wedding gown and one in a tux would walk around the young kids dorm over and over at night. We would get many questions about them in the morning.

One week we HAD to put the six year olds in that dorm and as we were leaving for dinner all of the porch lights would not turn on. We grabbed our flashlights and headed off. When it was time to come back none of our flashlights would work. I was alone with 40 children, walking through the woods, in almost pitch blackness towards out dorm. I had the kids form a sort of train holding each others shirt tails. Since I could make my way back to the dorm in my sleep I slowly led the way. When we got to the dorm it was blacker then the night. I carefully stepped in and put my hand out to begin turning on all of the many, many switches. I had not quite gotten my hand there however when every single light in the dorm including closets and bathrooms came on of there own accord. The children looked at me wide eyed and asked me how I did it. I told them it was magic and moved them forward, telling them to get ready for showers and bed.

On another occasion I was walking back to my dorm by myself when something physically slapped be across the face leaving a sharp sting behind. I ran the rest of the way.

I began to help friends out when they came telling me about there haunted houses and soon found myself helping start HAPS. I loved those hunts, and could tell quite a bit more stories. I have since had to leave the group as it was interfering with my job, but every once in awhile I will get a call from a friend…

I finally have an engagement ring! 

Is this me?
It's as if I am living someone else's life.
I sit thinking about how much has changed,
And everything that is about to.
I'm still me,
Wondering through someone else's life,
Because surly my life could not have changed this much!
I'm still me.
My thoughts are the same,
I feel the same,
Yes, I'm still me.
I'm still me.

Spring is not the best of seasons.
Cold and flu are two good reasons;
wind and rain and other sorrow,
warm today and cold tomorrow.
~Author Unknown

This is just to remind me to go. Anyone want to come with???