Wow, two log ins in one month!!!
So, in a catch up from a previous blog, Vanilla and I have finally found a replacement for the West Wing on DVD.
GHOST HUNTERS!!!! I love it!!!!
The show follows a group of ghost hunters called TAPS. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society).
I love it!!!
They travel all over the country looking into homes and businesses that are "haunted." Most of the time the team ends up "debunking" the cause of the activity.
I love it!!!
There are different ghost hunting teams throughout the 50 states that fall into the "TAPS Family." These are groups that follow the philosophy that most cases are not actually paranormal, but are loose pipes, uncovered electrical boxes, broken locks and whatnot.
Turns out there is a member of the Family here in SW Florida!
I love it!!!
This team holds forums and "open haunts" where the general public is invited to join the hunt.
I love it!!!
So where is this leading???
I called my mom the other day.
Hi Mom, how are you? Good..
Blah, blah, blah.. etc, etc.
So, I think I want to be a ghost hunter.
Oh, that's good, I think that you'd be a good ghost hunter.
Now, Imagine the same tone of voice you'd hear if you told your mom you wanted to be an accountant.
I love the support, but, I am curious what it is about me that produces such a quick, positive response to the idea of me chasing after lingering spirits of dead people.
Hmmm..
Well, the TV is beeping rather loudly at me and telling me that a severe thunderstorm is headed to my house and I should unplug everything..
Better find the candles..
Flip Flop
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
An even more perfect rainy Sunday....
Ahh, it seems we have once again been blessed with rain. I suppose this means the beginning of the rainy season. We didn't have much of one last year and so I guess I just forgot about it. Doesn't mean I don't like it.
I guess I just don't appreciate the sun like those who pulled up their roots and planted their big ugly branches in my back yard. My eyes are a bit sensitive, so a day at the beach usually ends in a throbbing of the brain and my skin is a bit more suited for the indoors, at least according to the dermatologists and the tourists who like to torment me with questions like "how can you live in Florida and be that pale?" Ughh.
On another note, Vanilla and I found another way to avoid the sun yesterday.
We had been invited to the beach wedding of one of Vanilla's old frat brothers. It was fine and all except that if I had ever even met this person before, it's been at least 10 years since I had seen him. To top that, he was marrying the daughter of the owner of a number of car dealerships in the area, so the wedding was to be all kinds of hoity toity. They actually registered for a $90 salt shaker, and, and and, a $90 Pepper Mill to match!!!!! I have become a master at managing a checkbook that is in the negative more than the positive, so to add that into the mix, huh, the nerve.
Now, here is the kicker!!!!! Per the invitation, guests were requested to wear all white for the occasion. WHAT.. I have plenty of white t-shirts, tank tops, shorts and the like, but for a wedding!.. I do own one white dress, but I have only worn it once and it weighs 15 pounds, so I think not.
Well up until about 15 minutes before it was time to leave, we had all intentions of attending this pretentious event, that is until, Vanilla tried to put on his pants (Khakis, wasn't about to buy white men's pants). Alas, they would not button up. I have never been so happy to see a little weight gain!! So, I took a nap on the couch instead.
When I awoke, we took a drive. We found ourselves at Lover's Key. A little inlet that leads straight to paradise. We walked out to the furthest tip, past the families, the couples making out and the mosquitoes that are of prehistoric size. Once there, it felt like we were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico totally alone. As the sun was setting, it was just us and 3 dolphins casually swimming about 15 feet out. It was awesome. I told Vanilla that if we weren't already married that I would expect him to ask me to do so right then and there.
I guess I just don't appreciate the sun like those who pulled up their roots and planted their big ugly branches in my back yard. My eyes are a bit sensitive, so a day at the beach usually ends in a throbbing of the brain and my skin is a bit more suited for the indoors, at least according to the dermatologists and the tourists who like to torment me with questions like "how can you live in Florida and be that pale?" Ughh.
On another note, Vanilla and I found another way to avoid the sun yesterday.
We had been invited to the beach wedding of one of Vanilla's old frat brothers. It was fine and all except that if I had ever even met this person before, it's been at least 10 years since I had seen him. To top that, he was marrying the daughter of the owner of a number of car dealerships in the area, so the wedding was to be all kinds of hoity toity. They actually registered for a $90 salt shaker, and, and and, a $90 Pepper Mill to match!!!!! I have become a master at managing a checkbook that is in the negative more than the positive, so to add that into the mix, huh, the nerve.
Now, here is the kicker!!!!! Per the invitation, guests were requested to wear all white for the occasion. WHAT.. I have plenty of white t-shirts, tank tops, shorts and the like, but for a wedding!.. I do own one white dress, but I have only worn it once and it weighs 15 pounds, so I think not.
Well up until about 15 minutes before it was time to leave, we had all intentions of attending this pretentious event, that is until, Vanilla tried to put on his pants (Khakis, wasn't about to buy white men's pants). Alas, they would not button up. I have never been so happy to see a little weight gain!! So, I took a nap on the couch instead.
When I awoke, we took a drive. We found ourselves at Lover's Key. A little inlet that leads straight to paradise. We walked out to the furthest tip, past the families, the couples making out and the mosquitoes that are of prehistoric size. Once there, it felt like we were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico totally alone. As the sun was setting, it was just us and 3 dolphins casually swimming about 15 feet out. It was awesome. I told Vanilla that if we weren't already married that I would expect him to ask me to do so right then and there.
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