So I had this awesome and bizarre dream this morning.
My daughter Sarah and I were in a smallish house - a cabin really - and we had just got our shipment of "Autopsy at Home" a large and long enough cardboard box that held a couple of nice frozen cadavers ready for do-it-you-selfers who weren't interested in medical school. We set up our 'work tables' and were excited about making fantastic Y incisions and I pondered how the bone saw worked and how I was not at all grossed out at the prospect of weighing a brain.
In my hand, I held a small remote for the little crane like robot machine in the other room. The little robot crane would pull the bodies up one at a time and back them into the room where we waited and lay them neatly on our gleaming stainless steel tables. I peeked around the corner to make sure the little robot that would bring us our chilly dead bodies was working when all of a sudden, this guy who closely resembled Ciaran Hinds, half frozen and bent in a sad and disturbing way, sat up as much as he could -- considering the lower half of his body was on ice and he was, well supposed to be dead -- and very quietly said, "Can you help me?"
"OH MY GOD!" I said to Sarah. "CALL 9-1-1!"
"I CAN'T!" she said, her giant cell phone flopping willy-nilly in her hands. I picked up the chunky phone which strangely looked exactly like the large, gold boxy fake phone my granddaughter was playing with yesterday and started to dial.
At that moment, Sarah looked around the corner and shouted back to me, "HE'S GONE!" I gasped and the chunky phone dropped to the ground.
At that moment we were magically transported outside and were running in circles around the cabin with a couple of other random folks that just happened to show up for the chase and a 12-ish year old boy who did not look familiar in the least. Chasing behind and catching up to me quickly was the naked Ciarin Hinds-frozen-dead-guy-not-quite-dead-but-not-actually-re-animated shouting in a near silent scream, "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
All of a sudden, one of my TBI clients shot out of the woods in his wheelchair (manual, mind you) with the most determined look on his face and plowed right into the Ciarin Hinds not-quite-zombie-naked-almost-re-animated-but-mostly-alive-guy and killed him.
Then I woke up.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Haunt Jaunt #1 w/EVP - Columbia County, Wisconsin
My friend Kara and I decided to take a ride to a cemetery we've been wanting to check out for paranormal activity. Due to vandalism I am not disclosing the location. Kara's neighbors are avid paranormal researchers and have been there many times and do have quite a bit of good evidence. They emailed me a photo in which you can see a face. Not only did I see a face, but 2 more on either side of it. I'll see about getting permission to post that photo here later.
Since we're just starting this and have never been out to this particular cemetery, we decided to go out during the day so we could get a look in the daylight before going out there at night. We hope to get out there this coming weekend with her neighbors at night, though! I'll update on that when we go back.
Since this was a spur of the moment thing, I did not have my camera with me of course, but Kara did. She took a number of photos and we haven't found anything strange or of interest except that this place is really very beautiful and peaceful - until I listened to the evp session later at home. Put a different spin on things....
The activity noted in this cemetery is said to be the shadow of a girl hanging from a tree and shadows darting from headstone to headstone. We saw neither during the day, but the photo posted is a bit creepy as everyone who has looked at it said their eyes were immediately drawn to one thing in the photo. I'll let you decide what that is.
I have been using my mp3 player for evp sessions. I always have my mp3 player with me, so luckily I could do some evp work! I've had a number of odds and ends in my home, but those are difficult to debunk and many were done while we were sleeping. I have gotten a few strange things, but those are open to debate because without doing a 'controlled' session, it's hard to say what is us, house noise, dog or cat noise or something more. I've found the mp3 player to be very sensitive though and while it doesn't have the bells and whistles of some digital recorders, it's easy to use and seems to pick up a great deal!
So far I found two good evps from the cemetery and one that sounds like a long breath which could possibly be one of us... ?
The first I heard in the car when playing back the voice clip through my car speakers. First I almost went off the road and then had to check my pants. I was not expecting this and couldn't wait to get home to load it on the computer and check it out in WavePad, which is what I've been using to listen to evp sessions.
I call the first evp "this is sad" but after listening and employing my daughter-in-law and her friend to take a listen, they hear it differently. When you listen, you hear me talking, then a whisper, then Kara. At first I thought "she" (sounds like a woman) say "this is sad". We were talking about how sad it was that there was so much vandalism and also how sad it was that there were so many babies and small children buried there, so it seemed natural to hear 'someone else' say SAD, but after more ears and more consideration, I actually hear four words, the fourth word sounding like "girl" which also overlaps Kara's voice for a split second. Amanda, my daughter-in-law and her friend thought they heard either "santa" or "satan" meaning "this is santa" or "this is satan" but add the girl... and to me, it sounds like SATIN ... "this is satin's girl". Kara's neighbor the "dustbuster" as they call themselves ;) hears an L sound in there as well. It also sounds like "she" has an accent; either English or Irish to me - Amanda pointed that out. Hear for yourself and see what you hear! I'd love to hear your comments on what you make of it. Right before 'the voice' you hear me inviting anyone who would like to say something to do do, then you'll hear the whisper, then Kara. Keep in mind, my voice is rather loud and you do have to turn it up a bit. Headphones work good, good computer speakers even better.
You might want to open these in a new window.
This is the longer version with both Kara and I.
This is an isolated version of just 'the voice'.
The second evp was heard when I said something about a child being only five years old. You hear me saying five years old, then there is a pause of a couple of seconds, then you hear what sounds like "mommy" and then Kara's voice. When I found this one, I had tears in my eyes. It just made me sad.
Mommy evp.
The last one sounds like a breath. I was holding the mp3 player but the breath seems too loud to be me sighing and you hear me right after the breath talking to "Otto" whose headstone we just fixed as it was knocked down. I told him he could knock it back down if he wanted, but he didn't. The breath is a couple of seconds in.
Breath evp.
More to come soon!
By the way - Kara was quite skeptical about the whole ghost hunting thing. Not so much anymore...
Since we're just starting this and have never been out to this particular cemetery, we decided to go out during the day so we could get a look in the daylight before going out there at night. We hope to get out there this coming weekend with her neighbors at night, though! I'll update on that when we go back.
Since this was a spur of the moment thing, I did not have my camera with me of course, but Kara did. She took a number of photos and we haven't found anything strange or of interest except that this place is really very beautiful and peaceful - until I listened to the evp session later at home. Put a different spin on things....
The activity noted in this cemetery is said to be the shadow of a girl hanging from a tree and shadows darting from headstone to headstone. We saw neither during the day, but the photo posted is a bit creepy as everyone who has looked at it said their eyes were immediately drawn to one thing in the photo. I'll let you decide what that is.
I have been using my mp3 player for evp sessions. I always have my mp3 player with me, so luckily I could do some evp work! I've had a number of odds and ends in my home, but those are difficult to debunk and many were done while we were sleeping. I have gotten a few strange things, but those are open to debate because without doing a 'controlled' session, it's hard to say what is us, house noise, dog or cat noise or something more. I've found the mp3 player to be very sensitive though and while it doesn't have the bells and whistles of some digital recorders, it's easy to use and seems to pick up a great deal!
So far I found two good evps from the cemetery and one that sounds like a long breath which could possibly be one of us... ?
The first I heard in the car when playing back the voice clip through my car speakers. First I almost went off the road and then had to check my pants. I was not expecting this and couldn't wait to get home to load it on the computer and check it out in WavePad, which is what I've been using to listen to evp sessions.
I call the first evp "this is sad" but after listening and employing my daughter-in-law and her friend to take a listen, they hear it differently. When you listen, you hear me talking, then a whisper, then Kara. At first I thought "she" (sounds like a woman) say "this is sad". We were talking about how sad it was that there was so much vandalism and also how sad it was that there were so many babies and small children buried there, so it seemed natural to hear 'someone else' say SAD, but after more ears and more consideration, I actually hear four words, the fourth word sounding like "girl" which also overlaps Kara's voice for a split second. Amanda, my daughter-in-law and her friend thought they heard either "santa" or "satan" meaning "this is santa" or "this is satan" but add the girl... and to me, it sounds like SATIN ... "this is satin's girl". Kara's neighbor the "dustbuster" as they call themselves ;) hears an L sound in there as well. It also sounds like "she" has an accent; either English or Irish to me - Amanda pointed that out. Hear for yourself and see what you hear! I'd love to hear your comments on what you make of it. Right before 'the voice' you hear me inviting anyone who would like to say something to do do, then you'll hear the whisper, then Kara. Keep in mind, my voice is rather loud and you do have to turn it up a bit. Headphones work good, good computer speakers even better.
You might want to open these in a new window.
This is the longer version with both Kara and I.
This is an isolated version of just 'the voice'.
The second evp was heard when I said something about a child being only five years old. You hear me saying five years old, then there is a pause of a couple of seconds, then you hear what sounds like "mommy" and then Kara's voice. When I found this one, I had tears in my eyes. It just made me sad.
Mommy evp.
The last one sounds like a breath. I was holding the mp3 player but the breath seems too loud to be me sighing and you hear me right after the breath talking to "Otto" whose headstone we just fixed as it was knocked down. I told him he could knock it back down if he wanted, but he didn't. The breath is a couple of seconds in.
Breath evp.
More to come soon!
By the way - Kara was quite skeptical about the whole ghost hunting thing. Not so much anymore...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sing a Song of Soybeans
The leaves are falling off the soybeans and soon it will be time for harvesting!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Go Little Fella, Yeah!
The Little Fella is our 1966 International grain truck. To put the Little Fella's age in perspective - he is one year younger than I am. Perhaps that is just putting my age in perspective, but that's okay, neither of us plan to retire soon.
The Little Fella hauls beans and corn for us and occasionally wheat for some custom work that my husband, Bill, does. We normally haul grain to our local mill, Olsen's, which is about 10 miles from us. Bill has gone to another mill for a farmer or two he has done custom work for, but prefers not to as the Little Fella doesn't do well on hills and Bill doesn't want to be stopped again for going too slow.
I enjoy riding to Olsen's with Bill in the Little Fella, but I do not have an air ride seat like Bill does, so there usually aren't too many trips per day for me. Takes a little time for my ovaries to settle back down to where they are accustomed to being and if you ride in the Little Fella, I'd suggest going pee beforehand because it won't be long until you have to go again after a few miles of jostling your bladder and kidneys around.
Pokes aside, The Little Fella has been hauling our grain and helping to support our farm for quite a few years now. He's paid off and paid off for us, so there's little to complain about, even if the steering shaft fell off the other day - thank God it was in the driveway and not going down the road. Easy enough fix though and steering is just a little tighter now, so it's all good.
The Little Fella is really quite a celebrity. Old timers love to check him out and talk about earlier times driving a truck much like him. The Little Fella is also a one man vehicle meaning only one man (Bill) can actually drive him! The Little Fella has a few issues, but don't we all?
Go Little Fella, YEAH!
The Little Fella hauls beans and corn for us and occasionally wheat for some custom work that my husband, Bill, does. We normally haul grain to our local mill, Olsen's, which is about 10 miles from us. Bill has gone to another mill for a farmer or two he has done custom work for, but prefers not to as the Little Fella doesn't do well on hills and Bill doesn't want to be stopped again for going too slow.
I enjoy riding to Olsen's with Bill in the Little Fella, but I do not have an air ride seat like Bill does, so there usually aren't too many trips per day for me. Takes a little time for my ovaries to settle back down to where they are accustomed to being and if you ride in the Little Fella, I'd suggest going pee beforehand because it won't be long until you have to go again after a few miles of jostling your bladder and kidneys around.
Pokes aside, The Little Fella has been hauling our grain and helping to support our farm for quite a few years now. He's paid off and paid off for us, so there's little to complain about, even if the steering shaft fell off the other day - thank God it was in the driveway and not going down the road. Easy enough fix though and steering is just a little tighter now, so it's all good.
The Little Fella is really quite a celebrity. Old timers love to check him out and talk about earlier times driving a truck much like him. The Little Fella is also a one man vehicle meaning only one man (Bill) can actually drive him! The Little Fella has a few issues, but don't we all?
Go Little Fella, YEAH!
Monday, March 03, 2008
Oh My God!
I thought I broke my nose today for sure! I was screenprinting some shirts and the screen (on a heavy wood frame) is attached to a metal arm, which when not in use is attached to a magnet that holds it up.
Apparently, I didn't have the screen/arm secured to the magnet and it fell down on to the bridge of my already lumpy nose. Talk about AN EXPLOSION OF PAIN! Oh my God... Did you ever hurt yourself sooo bad that it hurt too much to cry? That's right... I couldn't even cry - until I called my husband, then the crying commenced.
It didn't bleed and I don't think it's broken but there may be bruising involved. I guess we'll see in the morning. In the meantime...
ASPIRIN, PLEASE!
Apparently, I didn't have the screen/arm secured to the magnet and it fell down on to the bridge of my already lumpy nose. Talk about AN EXPLOSION OF PAIN! Oh my God... Did you ever hurt yourself sooo bad that it hurt too much to cry? That's right... I couldn't even cry - until I called my husband, then the crying commenced.
It didn't bleed and I don't think it's broken but there may be bruising involved. I guess we'll see in the morning. In the meantime...
ASPIRIN, PLEASE!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Opening Wine Bottles with Screwdrivers
Last night I went to visit my daughter, Sarah. She lives about an hour away from me. When I go to visit, we generally hang out, eat, watch the Food Network, eat and fart around on SecondLife.
She was at work, so I let myself in, turned on the TV and cranked up my laptop. I figured I'd enjoy some wine, which as you will find, I like quite a bit.
I thought I could fool the wine since she doesn't have a corkscrew; someone once told me you can just push the cork in. Well, here I am with a screwdriver pushing very gently thinking... that air has no where to go... just as the cork pushed in and my glasses blew off.
I bet I looked like Craig T. Nelson in Poltergeist when that thing came out of the closet and his (small bit) of hair blew back and out came this scream, only my scream was silent.
After I got over the initial temporary blindness and groped my way to the bathroom to take off my clothes, I didn't even think about how i might have ruined one of my favorite shirts or the mess that surely must await me around the corner... I could only think. OH MY GOD IF I GET PULLED OVER TOMORROW THEY'LL THROW ME IN JAIL FOR SURE WITH THIS STENCH! So now Sarah's kitchen walls are pretty clean. I do have to say I was impressed by how the spray was contained by the wall area behind the sink and my FACE.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
The Farmer's Wife "Farming for Novices" Info Post
The Farmer's Wife "Farming for Novices" Info Post
HEIFER - a heifer is a girl cow. After a heifer has a baby, it's still a heifer. After the second calf, it's a cow.
COW - a cow is a girl. There are no "boy cows". Boy cows are either bulls or steers. The writers of the cereal commercial that says, "Do you think he knows it's a boy cow?" are morons.
BULLS - boy cows that still have their jibs. Jibless bulls are steers.
STEERS - bulls that have been castrated and are usually raised for meat. Steers are delicious.
HORNS - some people think that bulls have horns and cows don't. (remember bull = boy, cow = girl) That's not true. All cattle, with the exception of "polled Herferd's" and some other breeds have horns. Horns are usually removed in various ways when cattle are young. This protects them and their "bags" (see UDDERS) from each other.
UDDERS - A cow has an udder. An udder has 4 quarters. Sometimes only 3 quarters work. (see "3 TITTER".) Amazingly, cows with 3 quarters often produce as much milk as if they had 4 working quarters. (For cows that have only 2 functioning quarters, see HAMBURGER.)
3 TITTER - a cow with only 3 functioning quarters. (see above.)
MILKING - what we do twice a day. Also known as "pulling tits". Contrary to what some might believe, we do not milk by hand (because we are not AMISH) but use milking machines. The apparatus used are called CLAWS.
CLAWS - a hand like apparatus that is put on the teats (nipples) held on by suction. Milk is drawn from the quarters by pulsation. It's fun when you tell people to put their finger in the "inflation" or neck of the claw. They think their finger will be sucked off, but it's more of a massaging sensation. It's pretty funny.
AMISH - a fascinating group of peoples who survive without elecricity, phones, cars or deodorant. The Amish are fantastic craftsmen and bakers and do everything without the aid of modern machinery such as tractors and use horses and people powered equipment. Ironically, wireless technology must be okay because we had an Amish friend call us on his cell phone the other day trying to sell us some "probiotics" for our cows. Amish people have a message. The message is.. "We are rich and you are not."
HAMBURGER - cows with: crappy (less than 3 working) quarters, that do not breed back (see BREEDING) or injured or too old and/or lame to work with become. (see SIDE NOTE) Sometimes they are shipped for processing by others (think McDonalds) or processed for our freezer. (see STEERS)
SIDE NOTE - we are a small "family dairy". We milk an average of 50 cows and have about 90 head heifers/cows all together. Our cows are named, not numbered, loved and cared for.
My friends often say, "I hope I come back as one of your cows... they have it made!" and that's true. We do everything we can to maintain the health and well being of our cows.
Our homestead has been in operation for 153 years because of the great love and respect for the land and animals. Every day, family farms are disappearing at an alarming rate due to the increasingly difficult conditions that "commerce" presents.
Imports from other countries account for the death of the family farms as we know it. Sure... whey products and milk by-products are cheaper from other countries, but in the end... when there are no family farms left in the U.S., you will be a prisoner to other countries. When another country supplying dairy products has a drought or dry year, you will be at their mercy, paying far more than you pay today. Can you imagine paying $7 for a gallon of milk? It's not unlikely.
Wisconsin, on average, is losing 4 dairy farms a day. There are only so many left...
Fight for your farmers friends... please. Keep the U.S. a self-sufficient nation. Keep the family farm in business. Our livelihood (and yours!) depends on YOU!
HEIFER - a heifer is a girl cow. After a heifer has a baby, it's still a heifer. After the second calf, it's a cow.
COW - a cow is a girl. There are no "boy cows". Boy cows are either bulls or steers. The writers of the cereal commercial that says, "Do you think he knows it's a boy cow?" are morons.
BULLS - boy cows that still have their jibs. Jibless bulls are steers.
STEERS - bulls that have been castrated and are usually raised for meat. Steers are delicious.
HORNS - some people think that bulls have horns and cows don't. (remember bull = boy, cow = girl) That's not true. All cattle, with the exception of "polled Herferd's" and some other breeds have horns. Horns are usually removed in various ways when cattle are young. This protects them and their "bags" (see UDDERS) from each other.
UDDERS - A cow has an udder. An udder has 4 quarters. Sometimes only 3 quarters work. (see "3 TITTER".) Amazingly, cows with 3 quarters often produce as much milk as if they had 4 working quarters. (For cows that have only 2 functioning quarters, see HAMBURGER.)
3 TITTER - a cow with only 3 functioning quarters. (see above.)
MILKING - what we do twice a day. Also known as "pulling tits". Contrary to what some might believe, we do not milk by hand (because we are not AMISH) but use milking machines. The apparatus used are called CLAWS.
CLAWS - a hand like apparatus that is put on the teats (nipples) held on by suction. Milk is drawn from the quarters by pulsation. It's fun when you tell people to put their finger in the "inflation" or neck of the claw. They think their finger will be sucked off, but it's more of a massaging sensation. It's pretty funny.
AMISH - a fascinating group of peoples who survive without elecricity, phones, cars or deodorant. The Amish are fantastic craftsmen and bakers and do everything without the aid of modern machinery such as tractors and use horses and people powered equipment. Ironically, wireless technology must be okay because we had an Amish friend call us on his cell phone the other day trying to sell us some "probiotics" for our cows. Amish people have a message. The message is.. "We are rich and you are not."
HAMBURGER - cows with: crappy (less than 3 working) quarters, that do not breed back (see BREEDING) or injured or too old and/or lame to work with become. (see SIDE NOTE) Sometimes they are shipped for processing by others (think McDonalds) or processed for our freezer. (see STEERS)
SIDE NOTE - we are a small "family dairy". We milk an average of 50 cows and have about 90 head heifers/cows all together. Our cows are named, not numbered, loved and cared for.
My friends often say, "I hope I come back as one of your cows... they have it made!" and that's true. We do everything we can to maintain the health and well being of our cows.
Our homestead has been in operation for 153 years because of the great love and respect for the land and animals. Every day, family farms are disappearing at an alarming rate due to the increasingly difficult conditions that "commerce" presents.
Imports from other countries account for the death of the family farms as we know it. Sure... whey products and milk by-products are cheaper from other countries, but in the end... when there are no family farms left in the U.S., you will be a prisoner to other countries. When another country supplying dairy products has a drought or dry year, you will be at their mercy, paying far more than you pay today. Can you imagine paying $7 for a gallon of milk? It's not unlikely.
Wisconsin, on average, is losing 4 dairy farms a day. There are only so many left...
Fight for your farmers friends... please. Keep the U.S. a self-sufficient nation. Keep the family farm in business. Our livelihood (and yours!) depends on YOU!
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