This blog was named after a long lost blogger pal of mine. It was created so my other blogger pals and I from the Awful Truth can avoid the twitards and have meaningful and intelligent conversations.
WARNING: This is a Twilight, Paris Hilton, Lilo & Kardouchian free no zone. Any posts regarding the aforementioned will be promptly deleted and the poster will be blocked from making any further comments. Thank you for your cooperation.
Don't feel bad BB, we only got 2 TOT'ers and I live in an apartment so that's a miracle in itself!
I told you guys LFJ was in forensics, can't believe I actually remembered that. I like her post about crime scenes having memory. I really am fascinated by the paranormal. In fact, I OD'd on watching Ghost Adventures, Paranormal State, Most Terrifying Place, Ghost Hunters, etc all weekend. And yes LFG, we did reach a truce so to speak. Thanks for asking-
BB, I'm with Patricia-want pictures of the pumpkin boxers for sure!!
Don't pay, Judes. If I know my Sweet Prince he'll just publish a pic of the boxers folded in the laundry. But I got to see a pic of w4g's tattoo, once.
You like paranormal stuff, huh, Judes? Many years after it happened I told a friend about my experience at Mary's death. And she told me this story. She had a friend who had been her dear friend since they were children. But over the years they had moved across the country from each other and only got together about once a year. Other than that, they talked on the phone and exchanged letters (this is before email.) In their 50's her friend developed a slow growing cancer. She was failing over a year's time and my friend called her every week until she got weaker, when she would wait for the friend's son to call her and tell her if his mother could talk or not. One evening my friend woke to the sound of her friend's voice calling her name. She sat up in bed and looked around because the voice was so clear and near. She had a feeling of intense peace. She said she couldn't go back to sleep and waited in bed until morning. At 6 a.m. the phone rang. It was her friend's son. "She died, didn't she?" my friend asked. Yes, last night at about midnight. That was the time my friend had heard the voice.
You story is both creepy and soothing. I only once had an experience and I think I was channeling it off of my mother who is highly clairvoyant. I was 7 and it was about a week after my beloved Grandma passed. My mother and I were sitting in our living room on the couch reading when suddenly my mom jumped up and said Mommy your're here. The room went freezing and a shadow was floating and rotating on the far wall. I will never forget that as long as I live.
HA BB! You are such a smartass, posting a picture of the pumpkin boxers only! Now you're not getting your dollah bak-
My daughter used to live in a 40 year old townhouse. She had been living there for a couple of years when she called me one morning and told me this: "Last night I was awakened in the middle of the night. I don't know what woke me up. I didn't have my glasses on but I could plainly see someone brushing their hair at my bureau. I yelled for Samantha (her then 8 year old daughter) to get back to bed, but she kept brushing her hair, so I sat up and reached for my glasses. No one was there. I went into the Sammy's bedroom and she was sound asleep. You know the cats were on the bed with me and they were following the brush with their heads, so they saw it too. That got me to thinking, Sammy had asked me several times when we first moved in who was the little girl who kept coming into her bedroom."
I've never had anything like that happen to me. And it didn't frighten my daughter, she kept living there for a couple more years. She said that she never got the feeling of harm. "I think I scared them when I yelled, more than they scared me."
I've always believed that love or affection is the only thing that could bring about a person's presence who has passed. I don't believe all that evil apparition crap. So I'd think that there's nothing to fear.
good morning my dear Judes - hope u had a pleasant evening and slept well...now have a great day!
TT, forgot to mention that i like your new icon. now does TT stand for testing, testing? :-D.
and as for reincarnation, don't know if i actually believe the concept tho i find it an interesting one. these days, it's hard to believe in anything. and t you also my sweet princess, have a great day.
Good morning, all. Well, once again Bibby wouldn't print my email to him about naming his new vice Chiquita. Instead he answered two people who asked essentially the same question about the Mel Gibson/Hangover2 issue. His column is getting lame. Oh, and don't worry, he tossed in a couple references to the film series that will not be mentioned so the Twitards could have their day.
TT stands for whatever you imagine, Teddy. Terrific Tish. Terrible Tish. Tenacious Tish. Or even, Teddy & Tish.
LOL, I said Terrific Tish but Teddy and Tish is better!
I saw the BB for Ted today, was deliberately looking for your email to him Patricia. He hasn't the balls to print it. You're right, was very lame. Oh well, another boycott of Ted won't kill me. Besides, I found what I needed from him anyway-you guys!
Hey Bibby, could you tell me if Chris Meloni of Oz & SVU fame has ever been a BV? He appears to be a really nice guy. Also, why do my comments that include my lil, free blog url always get deleted (even tho you are frequently a topic of my blog and I have a link on it for AT). Is it because, unlike wealthy dater, I don't pay you for posting my blog url?
Sincerely,
waiting4godot XOXO
of course i won't get a response nor will the e-mail be printed but what the heck...
PS-is the word verification for posting completely spontaneous Boss, or do you choose them? Swear to the big man above, my last verification word was teded!! LOLZ, how funny is THAT!
No stories to tell about "communication," even though my work is researching and writing up cold murders for LE. I've exhorted and begged my victims to "tell" me something, anything. To no avail.
Just once did I think communication was possible, with a particular young woman I came to love (a la "Laura") in the sense that I knew and experienced her through correspondence, interviews, and photos. She has been dead 41 years. As I handled her clothes, books, letters, and other personal possessions, I felt something might happen.
When the deputy who was cataloging the physical evidence with me stepped out of the room, I held her shoes (I could still see the mud from that night on them) and pleaded with her to tell me something.
I know detectives who lie where the victims have been found, hoping to feel a sense of what happened.
On the anniversary of "my" victim's death, I visit the site. The place tells me something unspeakable happened but I can't lie down "with" her because of the snow that's always there on the death date.
In warmer times, I've run a metal detector over the spot,still hoping to find something to identify a killer who may himself be dead.
I've stared. I've tried to meditate and transcend and open up and sense and feel.
Here's the other half of the story. It was the story of a woman who seemed to have disappeared when she was 18 years old from a farming community in the 1920's. She was supposed to be traveling, and never arrived. Her family and the community, so the story was told, had searched for her for many months but finally came to the conclusion that she had somehow fallen victim to foul play and would never be found.
The caretaker is the one who had pointed the reporter in the direction of the original lost woman. She has spent talking to the woman and ever with her limited responses could see that once she had been a gently raised woman.
In the newspaper article that I read, the reporter included the picture of the young woman who had disappeared from her home all those years ago, taken at her high school graduation. And the reporter also printed the snapshot of the patient that the caretaker had taken of the then elderly patient. It was clearly the same woman. Age and a life's incarceration had caused part of her face to sag, and her hair to gray, but the eyes were the same and she still had the same lopsided smile and the same face.
Why? The family lived within 30 miles of the asylum. They must have seen the picture when she was found. Why was she left all those years? And what happened to the bright young girl that she became the dazed and almost lifeless woman she had become? The story in the newspaper was called, The Mystery of Jane Doe3.
It took a while for the reporter to have some answers. The second part of the story was printed a few months later. The reporter had interviewed family members to see if there was any answer in family lore. And the story came out. When she had left home, it wasn't for a job or to continue her education. She had been running away with a young man the family disapproved of. The family had never really searched for her, they had just made a show of it. And when she had been found, it was obvious that her young man had abandoned her in the middle of nowhere and whatever else had happened, it had affected her mind. The family wanted nothing more to do with her.
I'm telling you this story, because I kept the newspaper with the two pictures of the young woman for a long time. They haunted me. In the first she is smiling, in a white dress and a white bow in her hair. A pretty young woman who has led a sheltered and pampered life. The second picture is of a old, thin woman with a lost expression on her wrinkled face, smiling a small smile at the person taking her picture.
I couldn't help but think at the time, and now, that there is more than one way to become a ghost. I was stunned that the family had so easily written the young woman off and that they must have been rigid, unforgiving people.
Don't you think, lfj, that there are many, many stories written on the wind? That caretaker had really cared. She wouldn't, couldn't, let that old woman go forever unknown as Jane Doe3. She had begun the search herself and then turned it over to the reporter because she wanted the story told. And I've never forgotten it even though I've long forgotten her real name.
I think maybe it's not the scene that has a memory or the shoes or belongings. It is our care that brings the meaning that can lead to resolution. When you travel to a crime scene or hold the belongings, you're connecting to the person in an emotional level that is the most profound connection we can have.
Yes, it is.
ReplyDeletehow perceptive of you my sweet Tisha :-D
ReplyDeleteTesting, testing. I've changed my signature name. At last.
ReplyDeleteAaand the change is complete.
ReplyDelete-Tisha
Never Terrible Tish. How bout Terrific Tish?!
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad BB, we only got 2 TOT'ers and I live in an apartment so that's a miracle in itself!
I told you guys LFJ was in forensics, can't believe I actually remembered that. I like her post about crime scenes having memory. I really am fascinated by the paranormal. In fact, I OD'd on watching Ghost Adventures, Paranormal State, Most Terrifying Place, Ghost Hunters, etc all weekend. And yes LFG, we did reach a truce so to speak. Thanks for asking-
BB, I'm with Patricia-want pictures of the pumpkin boxers for sure!!
Ah, November. The cloudiest month of the year and my favorite. Bring on the gray skies and snow.
ReplyDeleteHalloween craze started in gay culture:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.cnn.com/2010/OPINION/11/01/frum.halloween/index.html?eref=mrss_igoogle_cnn
and Judes, so Tisha and u want pics of the pumplin boxers, huh? well, it's gonna cost u. ;-D
and lfj, u never ansered my question as to whether or not the state u live in begins with an "I". c'mon, at least gimme that!
Don't pay, Judes. If I know my Sweet Prince he'll just publish a pic of the boxers folded in the laundry. But I got to see a pic of w4g's tattoo, once.
ReplyDeleteYou like paranormal stuff, huh, Judes? Many years after it happened I told a friend about my experience at Mary's death. And she told me this story. She had a friend who had been her dear friend since they were children. But over the years they had moved across the country from each other and only got together about once a year. Other than that, they talked on the phone and exchanged letters (this is before email.) In their 50's her friend developed a slow growing cancer. She was failing over a year's time and my friend called her every week until she got weaker, when she would wait for the friend's son to call her and tell her if his mother could talk or not. One evening my friend woke to the sound of her friend's voice calling her name. She sat up in bed and looked around because the voice was so clear and near. She had a feeling of intense peace. She said she couldn't go back to sleep and waited in bed until morning. At 6 a.m. the phone rang. It was her friend's son. "She died, didn't she?" my friend asked. Yes, last night at about midnight. That was the time my friend had heard the voice.
I was going to post this on Facebook, but lfj is not my friend. '-( So here's the link to some of the signs at the Stewart/Colbert rally.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/the-100-best-signs-at-the-rally-to-restore-sanity
lfj is not your friend?!?
ReplyDeleteNo, she is not my "friend" as defined by Facebook. She is my friend as defined by It'sJake. Much more selective.
ReplyDeleteYou story is both creepy and soothing.
ReplyDeleteI only once had an experience and I think I was channeling it off of my mother who is highly clairvoyant. I was 7 and it was about a week after my beloved Grandma passed. My mother and I were sitting in our living room on the couch reading when suddenly my mom jumped up and said Mommy your're here. The room went freezing and a shadow was floating and rotating on the far wall. I will never forget that as long as I live.
HA BB! You are such a smartass, posting a picture of the pumpkin boxers only! Now you're not getting your dollah bak-
One more story.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter used to live in a 40 year old townhouse. She had been living there for a couple of years when she called me one morning and told me this: "Last night I was awakened in the middle of the night. I don't know what woke me up. I didn't have my glasses on but I could plainly see someone brushing their hair at my bureau. I yelled for Samantha (her then 8 year old daughter) to get back to bed, but she kept brushing her hair, so I sat up and reached for my glasses. No one was there. I went into the Sammy's bedroom and she was sound asleep. You know the cats were on the bed with me and they were following the brush with their heads, so they saw it too. That got me to thinking, Sammy had asked me several times when we first moved in who was the little girl who kept coming into her bedroom."
I've never had anything like that happen to me. And it didn't frighten my daughter, she kept living there for a couple more years. She said that she never got the feeling of harm. "I think I scared them when I yelled, more than they scared me."
I've always believed that love or affection is the only thing that could bring about a person's presence who has passed. I don't believe all that evil apparition crap. So I'd think that there's nothing to fear.
lfj, I saw two signs from the DC rally you might have particularly liked: "citation needed" and "test sign, please ignore."
ReplyDeletedon't be afraid of the dead...it's the living ones we have to worry about.
ReplyDeleteHow 'bout "This Space for Rent"? Or "Your Message Here"?
ReplyDeleteEver sense a cat ghost?
keep your dollah Judes and if i go into the unknown beyond before u do i'll be coming back to scare the living s*#t outta ya!!!! ;-D
ReplyDeleteand lfj, i've never sensed a cat ghost per say but i always have this feeling that my boys Bruno & PJ are always looking over my shoulder.
ReplyDeleteWhat if I proposed that cats ARE ghosts? You believe in reincarnation, Teddy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I feel my Punkin still on the side of me in bed, particularly if I wake up suddenly.
ReplyDeleteHow on earth do you think you will scare me BB? I'll know to look for the Casper impersonator wearing pumpkin briefs. I may laugh to death though.....
LFJ knows better than any of us that it's the living we have to be scared of. Good choice of words there BB.
I like your daughter's story Patricia. I think the earthbound ghosts just want to be noticed and acknowledged by us, not really frighten us.
good morning my dear Judes - hope u had a pleasant evening and slept well...now have a great day!
ReplyDeleteTT, forgot to mention that i like your new icon. now does TT stand for testing, testing? :-D.
and as for reincarnation, don't know if i actually believe the concept tho i find it an interesting one. these days, it's hard to believe in anything. and t you also my sweet princess, have a great day.
Good morning, all. Well, once again Bibby wouldn't print my email to him about naming his new vice Chiquita. Instead he answered two people who asked essentially the same question about the Mel Gibson/Hangover2 issue. His column is getting lame. Oh, and don't worry, he tossed in a couple references to the film series that will not be mentioned so the Twitards could have their day.
ReplyDeleteTT stands for whatever you imagine, Teddy. Terrific Tish. Terrible Tish. Tenacious Tish. Or even, Teddy & Tish.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww...i prefer teddy & tisha myself!
ReplyDeleteLOL, I said Terrific Tish but Teddy and Tish is better!
ReplyDeleteI saw the BB for Ted today, was deliberately looking for your email to him Patricia. He hasn't the balls to print it. You're right, was very lame. Oh well, another boycott of Ted won't kill me. Besides, I found what I needed from him anyway-you guys!
Judes, my sentiments exactly. you all may not realize this, but u often get me thru some rough days.
ReplyDeleteI recently e-mailed 'ol bibs:
ReplyDeleteHey Bibby, could you tell me if Chris Meloni of Oz & SVU fame has ever been a BV? He appears to be a really nice guy. Also, why do my comments that include my lil, free blog url always get deleted (even tho you are frequently a topic of my blog and I have a link on it for AT). Is it because, unlike wealthy dater, I don't pay you for posting my blog url?
Sincerely,
waiting4godot XOXO
of course i won't get a response nor will the e-mail be printed but what the heck...
I see you've changed your icon too, w4g.
ReplyDeleteOf course it won't be printed. But at least you'll have the satisfaction of having sent it.
OMG, I will fall over in a complete Scarlett O'Hara faint if Ted prints your email Boss.
ReplyDeleteI can't stop laughing, tooooooooo rich!!
You guys are sincerely the best, I mean that.
PS-is the word verification for posting completely spontaneous Boss, or do you choose them?
ReplyDeleteSwear to the big man above, my last verification word was teded!! LOLZ, how funny is THAT!
hmmm...do u need a word verification to post on my blog? if so, i didn't know that so it's completely spontaneous.
ReplyDeleteYes, we need a verification (and some of the made up words are pretty funny.) We wouldn't want any computer generated posts, now would we?
ReplyDeletemaybe then i shouldn't tell you this Tisha but i'm negotiating with wealthy dater as we speak.
ReplyDeleteare you negotiating to get a wealthy date? or to post on your site? the first would break my itty bitty heart, the second would be a scream.
ReplyDeletelfj has a blogger pic. Teddy, we must have made her jealous with our creativity.
ReplyDeletelfj, are the stairs going up or down?
i'm negotiating with them to pay me to let them post on my site - just call be bibby, jr.!
ReplyDeleteoh boy! that's $1.50 in your pocket.
ReplyDeleteHa! My cheeks hurt from laughing.....
ReplyDeleteMy word was bumbler-oh joyous is continuous laughter!
ReplyDeleteWhy down, of course.
ReplyDeleteNo stories to tell about "communication," even though my work is researching and writing up cold murders for LE. I've exhorted and begged my victims to "tell" me something, anything. To no avail.
Just once did I think communication was possible, with a particular young woman I came to love (a la "Laura") in the sense that I knew and experienced her through correspondence, interviews, and photos. She has been dead 41 years. As I handled her clothes, books, letters, and other personal possessions, I felt something might happen.
When the deputy who was cataloging the physical evidence with me stepped out of the room, I held her shoes (I could still see the mud from that night on them) and pleaded with her to tell me something.
I know detectives who lie where the victims have been found, hoping to feel a sense of what happened.
On the anniversary of "my" victim's death, I visit the site. The place tells me something unspeakable happened but I can't lie down "with" her because of the snow that's always there on the death date.
In warmer times, I've run a metal detector over the spot,still hoping to find something to identify a killer who may himself be dead.
I've stared. I've tried to meditate and transcend and open up and sense and feel.
Nothing.
Here's the other half of the story. It was the story of a woman who seemed to have disappeared when she was 18 years old from a farming community in the 1920's. She was supposed to be traveling, and never arrived. Her family and the community, so the story was told, had searched for her for many months but finally came to the conclusion that she had somehow fallen victim to foul play and would never be found.
ReplyDeleteThe caretaker is the one who had pointed the reporter in the direction of the original lost woman. She has spent talking to the woman and ever with her limited responses could see that once she had been a gently raised woman.
In the newspaper article that I read, the reporter included the picture of the young woman who had disappeared from her home all those years ago, taken at her high school graduation. And the reporter also printed the snapshot of the patient that the caretaker had taken of the then elderly patient. It was clearly the same woman. Age and a life's incarceration had caused part of her face to sag, and her hair to gray, but the eyes were the same and she still had the same lopsided smile and the same face.
Why? The family lived within 30 miles of the asylum. They must have seen the picture when she was found. Why was she left all those years? And what happened to the bright young girl that she became the dazed and almost lifeless woman she had become? The story in the newspaper was called, The Mystery of Jane Doe3.
It took a while for the reporter to have some answers. The second part of the story was printed a few months later. The reporter had interviewed family members to see if there was any answer in family lore. And the story came out. When she had left home, it wasn't for a job or to continue her education. She had been running away with a young man the family disapproved of. The family had never really searched for her, they had just made a show of it. And when she had been found, it was obvious that her young man had abandoned her in the middle of nowhere and whatever else had happened, it had affected her mind. The family wanted nothing more to do with her.
ReplyDeleteI'm telling you this story, because I kept the newspaper with the two pictures of the young woman for a long time. They haunted me. In the first she is smiling, in a white dress and a white bow in her hair. A pretty young woman who has led a sheltered and pampered life. The second picture is of a old, thin woman with a lost expression on her wrinkled face, smiling a small smile at the person taking her picture.
I couldn't help but think at the time, and now, that there is more than one way to become a ghost. I was stunned that the family had so easily written the young woman off and that they must have been rigid, unforgiving people.
Don't you think, lfj, that there are many, many stories written on the wind? That caretaker had really cared. She wouldn't, couldn't, let that old woman go forever unknown as Jane Doe3. She had begun the search herself and then turned it over to the reporter because she wanted the story told. And I've never forgotten it even though I've long forgotten her real name.
I think maybe it's not the scene that has a memory or the shoes or belongings. It is our care that brings the meaning that can lead to resolution. When you travel to a crime scene or hold the belongings, you're connecting to the person in an emotional level that is the most profound connection we can have.
i see dead people...
ReplyDeleteTeddy, we're not talking about mindless brain-dead people. I see them all the time too, but more often read them on the internet. (not here)
ReplyDelete