Mystic, Divine, or Coincidental?

Mystic, Divine, or Coincidental?

Today the funeral home brought over a lot of flowers from Marie's funeral yesterday. Also they had the paperwork and a DVD of the pictures I supplied but with music.

We decided to make several copies of the DVD for relatives we thought would be interested.
We made the first one and we got the hang of it. Then I put what I thought was another blank disk and the name MEEK came up. Anna is related to the Meeks. We looked at the DVDS and apparently Stan Meek had his parents' old 8mm movies made onto a disk and gave us a copy and I put it away and forgot about it.
Stan's mother Eloise and Marie are sisters. We got to see Marie and Anna's father Paul moving around walking, laughing, and other live things, much younger than the last time we had seen either of them. It was a surprise and emotional to watch, the day after we buried Marie.

Only 9 More Shopping Days Until the End

Based on at least two unrelated ancient predictions the End of the World will occur nine days from now, February the 12th.

I doubt if the end of the world will really occur then because I hope it doesn’t. And never underestimate the power of hoping.

In fact, I shrug and quote the old saying, “Only worry about things you can control.”

But, really, I wasn’t worried at all until I realized that date is also the birth day of an old friend of mine. My friend has always claimed himself to be a total misfit.

Oops!

Curses!! I Think I Have A Curse!

Have you ever read the book THINNER by Stephen King? There was also a movie by the same name that I didn’t see. The plot is that protagonist accidentally runs over a gypsy woman and the woman’s gypsy father puts a curse on him by touching him and simply saying, “Thinner!” And then he rapidly got thinner.

I wonder if we have been cursed too. I’m trying to remember if I treated somebody unfairly or was rude to someone and their father touched me and said “Your basement floods!” If that happened it was probably right before Thanksgiving.

A day before Thanksgiving while washing clothes our septic tank let loose and flooded our basement. We cleaned it up and had a septic tank company to pump out and repaired our septic tank.

Three days after it was repaired it happened again. We had the septic tank company to come out again and dug it up and said the problem was not with the septic tank but within the house but he put his suction machine on full power and popped out what was blocking the system, within the house. And, it was fixed again.

We thought our water problem in the basement was behind us and then a few weeks ago it happened again while we were washing clothes. We had a plumbing company come out and check it out. They duplicated the situation by running the washing machine. The washing machine filled up with water and then went into the spin cycle, which shot the water out to the septic tank. They didn’t see a thing wrong. They didn’t change us anything.
We thought maybe it was a one-time freak combination of things and now maybe it was over with.
Saturday I went down to the basement to put the washed clothes into the dryer and the basement was flooded and water was still flowing from the washer. The washer was completely full of water and was overflowing and the water was still being fed to it. The washer did not turn automatically turn its water supply off and go into a spin cycle to rid itself of the water.


We manually turned the dial to spin cycle and it stopped the incoming water and centrifugal forced all the water out to the septic tank.

With the shop-vac I vacuumed up the water. The canister holds 6 gallons. I started off counting the times I dumped the water into the back yard and lost count. I think it was either 48 or 54 gallons dumped.

How does one go about ridding themselves of a curse? Stay tuned?

Cobb Politics and Voodooism

I think Cobb County has seen it all.

The other day I was Googling Voodoo. I had in mind of writing something about voodoo to tie into something else. Face it, Bloggers’ minds work in strange and mysterious ways.

While googling I came across a fitting Cobb County story. In October 2008, the GBI admitted it was investigating an incident that a Cobb commissioner supposedly paid a Voodoo Priestess of South Carolina, to put a curse on her opponent.

That was just over two years ago. I forgot that story but the google story reminded me.

The only reason it came to light was that the checks she paid the priestess bounced. And thus the high priestess filled the paperwork to swear out a warrant for the commissioner. .

The priestess refused to do the ceremony without the monetarily donation, after all, a high priestess has to have principles.

The Eye That Sees All

Last week I went to a glaucoma surgeon. She did a very detailed study of my eye that shows signs of glaucoma. She determined to first try to treat it medically before considering an operation.
That suits me!
She prescribed Travatan Eye Drops. She told me this medication may make my eyebrows bushy and it may turn my eye brown which means I might have one brown eye and one hazel eye. She asked me was I OK with that.

“Yes, why not?” I might look exotic – a man of intrigue and mystery.

After we left I thought I wished I had asked her can she prescribe some eye drops that will cause that eye to turn red and glow in the dark and maybe the other eye too. How would that be for intrigue and mystery?

Hello Good Looking!

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* Photo by Stacey Bode Photography.
That is what I first came to mind when I saw the above picture that was taken at my son Rocky's wedding April the 25th – just a few months ago.

I like black & white photos…. It fools the viewer by keeping my red nose a secret.

Hello Good Looking? Hmmm? I heard that expression before and I couldn’t quiet remember where… it seems there was more to it.

Hello Good Looking…. Wait! I know! The full sentence was:

“Hello Good Looking! Where have you been all my life?”

After he said that he told my neighbor Sheryl he was coming looking for her in his Cadillac and carry her away.

He told Sheryl that in about 1988 near the pharmacy department in Echards’ Drug Store on Sandy Plains Road in Marietta. Sheryl said it was Elvis Presley. She really said that and she was serious.

And to give this story an extra punch, Sheryl died about a couple of days later. Her body was found by her husband days later. Her husband was absorbed in his work at several little stores he owned and didn’t drop by his house often. Her body was well preserved, Sheryl was an inside of person who didn’t go out often and kept her air conditioner temperature down very low.

Now, a little more spice: The day of Sheryl’s funeral a long sparkling shiny Cadillac cruised our neighborhood.

Wait! There is more! Years later Sarah and Bill bought the house. Their dog was terrified at something in the house. Sheryl finally materialized in front of Bill. Bill described what she looked like and how she acted and we said, “Yep, that was Sheryl!”

Sarah and Bill asked the children of the previous owners and they said the ghost of Sheryl was no secret in their family, she was around a lot.

After a while of showing up here and there in the house Sarah said that enough was enough and called a non-Catholic priest to come and perform an Exorcism…. Or as they later called it, “A House Blessing”.

I think after that, if I remember right Sheryl made a final appearance to Bill and told him that all was ok, she forgave him… and poof!

Nevermore.

Death In Threes Rule

It happened again. Three celebrities died. Ed McMann, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson.

I'm sure you heard the old belief that when one star dies two more die... or the rule of Three Celebrities Death Rule.

Michael Jackson was the last. I bet there were a whole of celebrities, when hearing of Michael Jackson’s death said, “Whew!”

That got me wondering. Maybe the Death in Threes rule is not limited to celebrities. Maybe it is just more noticeable because they are celebrities.

Maybe Ed McMann was one of three that died that day that wore a hair piece. and maybe he was also one of three that died that had a deformed toenail… it goes on and on.

And the same with Farrah Fawcett. Maybe she was also one and three who had been abused by their spouses and so on.

And no telling what else Michael Jackson was one in three in… I see right now, I better stop.

A Pleasant Breeze

Earlier this week Anna and I visited a person in a nursing home. The nursing home structure is almost like a fort. There are for long halls, which form a square. In the middle is a small park. You can sit outside in the little small park which gives the appearance of being about the the size of a baseball diamond.

There are a few trees, a few chairs, a couple of rocking chairs, a wooden swing, and bird feeders. And there are chirping birds. It is a nice peaceful setting.

Remember, the little park is surrounded by four wings of the nursing home. You cannot walk out of there without first going through a door back into a hall of the nursing home.

We were sitting and talking and I noticed a breeze. It was not strong enough to be a gushy wind… just a pleasant continuous breeze.

How did the breeze get there? It was surrounded by buildings. Was it traveling 30 feet above the ground and swoop down when it came to an opened area. Or was it traveling along the ground and then leaped the building and landed onto the ground of the small park and continued its journey?

The nursing home is of old people, a lot are sickly. Maybe the breeze are spirits of those who died inside the nursing home and they are just seeking human organic warmth.

Postscript: There is a nursing home in Marietta that is named Autumn Breeze. Hmmmm?

Plans? Why Bother?

It seems every time I plan something –something else with more priority pops up. I think the Supreme Being enjoys putting little stumbling blocks in my way – just for kicks.

Yesterday I took my mother-in-law to the doctor. Afterwards, I had plans of dropping by Krogers and buying a couple of items before going home. I also planned when I arrived home to have a bowl of gumbo soup doused with James Brown Hot Sauce. My mouth was watering just thinking about it.

Just before leaving to pick up my mother-in-law Jason the kitchen cabinet carpenter called and said he was ready to drop by and finish up – would I be home. I told him I was taking my mother-in-law to the doctor but I would hurry back and we agreed I was call him on the cell phone while driving back so he could be there just about as soon as I arrived home to get back to work.

Well, there goes the items at Krogers… no big deal, the carpentry is a priority.

And there went my gumbo. I couldn’t prepare it in the kitchen while Jason the carpenter was there.

No problem, I thought, I could still have something spicy, I would ride by McDonald’s and get a spicy chicken sandwich. This time I’ll try out the one on Canton Highway because I was nearer that one. The other McDonald’s closer to me has messed up my order more than once.

As I was riding down Canton Highway on my way to McDonald’s I noticed a helicopter high in the sky hovering in the same place about three quarters of a mile ahead of me. As I got closer I could why the helicopter was there. It was a TV news helicopter. In front of McDonald’s were about six or eight police cars turned every which way and they all had their blue lights flashing. They were directing the traffic to turn around.

I don’t know what was going on – but I did know not to make any more plans for lunch that day.

People-Group-Think Confuses Me

In September I wrote a post on my blog about finding out that Betty of Betty’s World Famous Hotdogs had died and also mentioned that my old 8th grade mechanical drawing teacher had died too – and I connected them up by saying that once within a year or so my friend Paul and I ran into him at Betty’s and had lunch with him. Then, if the “Rule of 3” applies - like when someone in Hollywood dies, usually two more follow. I wondered who will be next?

And that was about it, nothing deep or profound. Click on the below and see for yourself:

Who Is Next?


Now, for some reason in the past couple hours I have received over a hundred hits from various countries in Europe and South America all linking to the link I talked about.

Evidently, somebody mentioned that certain post on-line and linked it and now people are visiting it in droves. I don’t see why.

It Came From the Gates of Hell

Last night, near midnight, we were watching TV. Willow wanted out. I opened the door to the deck and she went out into the darkness and I heard her run down the steps.

Normally, she runs down the deck steps, she does her business, then runs back up and scratches on the door and I let her in. We don’t worry about her wandering off because the deck stairs lead to a fenced in back yard.

Time passed and she didn’t scratch on the door. More time past. I thought I had better check on her.

I went out on the deck. From the deck, our back yard was very black. You couldn’t see anything but a big black pit. I hollered for Willow and no response. Usually in the dark when I holler for her I hear her dog tags jingle and up she comes. Not this time. Hmmm?

I cautiously walked down the steps into the darkness.

Then I heard it. It sounded like giant wings flapping! Did she have a hold of a giant bird of prey, such as an owl or a hawk? There was no screeching or squawking that a giant bird would make and no growling that Willow would make. The flapping continued.

I ran back up the steps, told Anna it sounds like Willow is in the backyard fighting with some huge winged bird. I got the forehead light and put it on my head and the big flashlight. As I was rushing back to back yard Anna turned on the spot light of the back yard.

I rushed down the steps ready to do battle with maybe a winged monster from the Gates of Hell Willow ran into view with an empty plastic water bottle. Her teeth against the plastic bottle gave off a noise of giant wings flapping.

Whew!

Ring Of Fire

I learn something new everyday!

Yesterday I learned from FACT OR CRAP Daily tear-off calendar that after Johnny Cash died a hemorrhoid cream offered his daughter Roseanne Cash to buy the right to use Johnny’s song “Ring of Fire” in a hemorrhoid cream commercial. She turned down the offer.

I ran a search for “Ring of Fire” and didn’t find much. I was hopping to find a ring of fire, maybe a volcano opening with red hot lava around the edges.

I also learned that an area in the Pacific is called The Ring of Fire because of the active volcanoes in the bordering the imaginary circle and within it. Alaska borders the northeastern part of the circle, it looks like Japan might be the border for the northwestern part.

Then I searched for hemorrhoid and was one site offered pictures of hemorrhoids for sale. Who would pay money for pictures of hemorrhoids and what would they do with them. Wait! I forgot the ex-Waffle House manager and his remote camera. He might be their best customer.

The ring above was the closest I found to a ring of fire.
Wait! Here is a better one (thanks to Michael Banes):

I think I must be magic.

Every time, not sometimes, but every time I look through my undershirt drawer I can only find the kind I am not looking for.

For instance yesterday, I wasn’t going anywhere so I decided an old tee-shirt that is kind of frazzled around the neck would be good… I try to get our money’s worth out of everything. I finally found one of the kind I wanted, but it took some digging through new tee-shirts.

Now, this morning, I am taking Anna to the hospital for out patient surgery and thought it would be nice to wear a decent new undershirt. For a while I couldn’t find any but some that lost their whiteness and/or were raggedy.

What is it? You may ask. The answer is simple: I have powers that far exceed normal men.

Lake Allatoona, part II, or pre Lake Allatoona, part minus 1

This is a continuation of Allatoona Lake that I talked about yesterday. Or this is about the part of the area which is now under water, but was once a thriving farm community. The name of the area is Allatoona Pass.

The lake was created in the early 1950s. About where Allatoon Dam is was Allatoona Pass. My great grandfather, William A. Trammell's (soon to be William A. Hunter) Confedrate Unit, 39th North Carolina Inf, Company I, fought at Allatoona Pass after they fought at the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain. William was wounded, shot in the knee at Kennesaw Mountain, so his fighting days (in the war) was over. But his friends fought at Allatoona Pass. What they were fighting over at that particular spot on the map was I think control of the railroad tracks that went in between two very high steep inclined hills or small mountains.

Only a few miles away from Allatoona Pass is the town of Cartersville. The Etowah River flows by the Pass, on by Cartersville, then by the Etowah Indian Mounds which is just a couple of miles outside of town.

The Mounds are big, some bigger than others. It has been discovered that on top of the highest mound, you can see at a certain minute twice a year, as the Sun rises in the east it shoots a beam of sunlight between these two high steep hills which lights up everything in such an awesome way, you think you are getting a message from God. There are a good number of people who come and witness this twice a year. Some are the hippy types and some are very religious.

What is the message from God saying? The only thing I can think it might say is: "Gotcha!"