INSOMNIACS place to talk in the wee hours

lovey. Easter is next week. Lol

And still gotta get my own avatar.....

Great I put everyone to sleep. Lol

ok I must be losing it.

On Thursday night I cooked two suppers because I had laid some meat out to thaw and didn't feel like cooking a couple days in a row. We were to eat the spaghetti meal on Thursday and save the shake and bake chicken meal on Friday. Everyone but me was out and about doing their own thing last night so I put it off til tonight. I couldn't find it in the fridge anywhere today. I took everything out , twice , and still no luck. Finally gave up and decided just to have some frozen pizza for a quick meal. When I opened the oven I found the chicken. Can yall say. Ewww. Gross. Luckily I didn't draw any bugs in our house and their was no smell for some reason. I had throw it all away grr. Hate my darn memory. Not sure if it's age , stress or pain meds I can't remember anything. Hate it. Dss and dh got a good laugh at me. Good thing I have thick skin swear now dss are only saying I knew or agreed to stuff just to get what they want. I may have to start recording my conversations lol.

Anyone else losing it ??

No Patty you are NOT alone. I have done things like getting frantic because I couldn't find my eye glasses that I was still paying off, only to realize that I was seeing quite well, because my glasses were on my face. Or like yesterday when I got home from volunteering and was tired, and couldn't find my house keys. checked all 6 pockets and my walker, checked pockets AGAIN, then finally found my keys in one of my hoodie pockets. Go figure!

Also Patty, because of the similarity of mine and Jazzygirls sign-in names I am going by JunieB now to lessen any confusion.

Lookforward & Susan - I started back to knitting on a baby blanket I'd started awhile back that I'd put down because I'd made a mistake and couldn't figure out where. So when I started back on it earlier in the week, and had knitted another 18 rows of 200 stitches each, I realized the pattern didn't look right still. So I looked again and then realized that I had started on the wrong row of the pattern, and I spent several hours last night undoing those 18 rows (3,600 stitches) to get back to where I'd started again. Now lets hope I get back on track and actually continue in a forward direction towards completion.

This is me when I try to knit

Junieb. Got it. Thanks

Lol glad to see I am not alone.

Gm all.

Lookforward: my sympathies about wrestling with knitting patterns. I've knitted for years, and am boggled by the bedspreads my grandmother tossed off for her grandchildren.

Just back from lovely brunch w/Susan3 at local greasy spoon diner. Hadn't been there in, what, fifteen years? they redecorated, except for the bathroom, which looks exactly like it did back then, except the spot right in front of the toilet's worn down through another layer of linoleum. Whoof. Food's still just as good. But no pictures, so you'll all just have to take my word for it that I did get my hair to lie down.

Queenie.....but I like the spiky hair. Greasy Spoons sounds like a yummy place to have brunch, but do you need Mylanta or Tums afterwards?

Patty, I put milk carton on my pantry shelf before, but have not stored uncooked chicken in the oven (yet).

Queenie, I do, I do.

Funthing, so sorry to hear the cancer is back in your nodes. With your situation, I agree with Ms. Wren that Valium works better. Didn't have to do Herceptin as per my MO the risk of side effects outweighs the benefit. Best wishes on your treatment and yes, remission. May your oncology team have the wisdom to shut down the STUBBORN buggars!

Good morning friend- Santa Fe was really fun, great shopping, good visit with my friend, tapas and wine to wrap up the whole day!

On the drive home last night, the winds were really kicking up and there were a lot of tumbleweeds flying across the freeway assaulting my car as I drove along. I got home around 9 p.m. last night and just put the car in the garage and when I pulled it out today, my grill was filled with tumbleweed parts!

So the haunted house, lots of stories to tell, but here is when it started for me. I moved into the house the fall of 1990. My neighbors had a Halloween party right after I moved in and they created a haunted basement for folks to go through to entire the house and the party. The house had an earthen basement and a lot of stuff stored down there, but just had a totally creepy feeling about it. Folks would go through the cellar doors, through the basement and up the stairs into the other side of the house (the farm house was an old salt box that was divided in two and also had an addition on the other side). The house was huge, but back in the day when 1-2 families would live there. People commented they thought they saw things moving and or someone touching them when they went through the haunted basement. We were all young, and think pretty drunk at this party, and were like "oh yeah, sure, there are ghosts down there."

During that time, my brother was very sick and I was back and forth to another city an hour away to see him in the hospital, and to help with some care of his young son. I came home pretty late one night and all the cabinets in the kitchen were open. I thought "OMG, someone is in the house." The two women who lived next door were not around, so I think I grabbed something and went through the house very carefully. There were no signs of doors ajar or windows broken in to. I went upstairs to the bedrooms and found nothing. The door between each side of the house was also closed and locked. I think I slept downstairs that night as I wanted to be close to the exit area in case there was anyone still around. I thought perhaps with all the family stress, I was starting to loose my mind.......

I talked to the two women who lived next door a few days later and told them what had happened. I asked "have you been having any weird experiences here?" Then their stories came out. They had already been feeling there was something going on in the house. They had done some research on the house and original family buried in the local cemetery. They happened to notice that there was a girl who died around age 9-10 included in the family plot. As many of you probably know, many early families buried a lot of their children with all the diseases and infections there was no way to cure. I learned once the average puritanical family included about 4 children who lived to adulthood. Many women had 8-9 children (if they did not die in childbirth), and often lost man of those children very young. Men often had two or three wives throughout their lifetime due to illness and childbirth issues in those days.

My neighbors had a black lab and she was terrified to go into certain parts of the house. I had a front hallway that included the stairwell to the bedrooms upstairs (they bedrooms were one upon each other, no hallways back then). I took care of the dog a couple times for one of the owners and would bring her over to stay my part of the house. That dog would not go upstairs with me, she was terrified of that front hallway.

The funniest of the experiences a few years later was a friend who came over for the day to ride bikes. After we got organized to ride up to town, she started looking for her car keys to lock her car while we were gone. She could not find them anywhere, and I told her the car would be fine while we were away and we could look for them when we got back (they had to be there, right?) When we came back from the bike ride, the keys were sitting smack dab in the middle of the table. She looked at me and said "but, these were not here when I was looking before." She looked at me imploringly and I said "oh well, stuff like that happens in this house." She knew of the stories, but did not believe me until she saw it for herself.

The only time I saw anything was one day when I went out to an old barn/made into a garage on the property. It was an open garage so many a critter lived there from opossums to baby racoons. The trash dumpster was kept out there and I went to go take it to the curb and when I turned around, I looked up to the back windows on the porch to my side of the house. I saw a woman in period clothing (could not tell you what period though) and she was in a long dress and wearing a hat. I had looked and seen it briefly, looked back and then it was gone. Just a shadow or silhouette.

The two women who lived there moved away in time (one married and the other moved back to DC where she was from) and the boyfriend of one of them lived there until I moved away in 1996. He never said a word about anything to me. As I was moving away, I talked to a friend who is on the more spiritual side and asked her if she would help me "smudge" the house before I left. Smudging is a native american ritual where you use sage grass to clear away energy around a person, place or thing. I somehow felt maybe it would help whomever was there to be freed of whatever was holding them. We went through the entire house but when we came into one of the back bedrooms, we both felt something in the room with us. We smudged the room and told him/her/them it was okay to go. I saw this same friend last summer and we talked about this again. We both wondered if the smudging worked?

The gals and I used to think maybe it was the girl whose parents may have originally build the house and who died young. The things that happened there were more like pranks a child would do. I won't say she was the only one there though, the grown woman was certainly another. I never felt afraid there outside of the time the cabinets were open and before I realized what was going on. It is the coolest place I will likely ever live.

Those are my ghosts stories for you today. I hope you enjoyed them!

hey azzy and patty so sorry not avoindng you still in rehav....the drain is still in and the access is tstill there,,beeen here snnce supebol sunder.

Ms. Blondie, left you a few posts on your forum.

Jazzy, thank you for sharing. You are one brave person. I have a few stories myself. The house I grew up in,back in my native country ,was also haunted. My sister and I saw and heard things. Parents and the nannies who stayed with us never mentioned any unexplained sounds or sighting. Maybe they wanted to protect us.My younger sis saw an elderly lady with long white hair (sitting by the stairs leading to the great room/attic on the second floor). She was with a younger girl around my sister's age (maybe 7-8). The girl was brushing the lady's hair. The woman then motioned for my sister to come with her index finger. Of course it freaked my sister so she tried to wake my Dad up. Dad couldn't see anything by the stairways. My sister also saw a lady with curls walked into the room where we slept trying to do something to the nightlight.

As for me, what I saw was mostly shadow of possibly a child or a short person standing near our mosquito net while everyone, except me, in deep sleep. Both my sister and I one time heard the sound of someone jumping on the bed in the great room on the second floor. We both went to investigate thinking maybe it was one of our friends whom we had over earlier. To our surprise no one was there, but the sound continued. I remember running so fast out of the house to get our parents from our next door neighbor's. They couldn't find anything or anyone in the room upstairs