Yawn

Did anyone else think the Ghost Hunters Halloween Countdown was lame? Let’s show reruns and highlight a new GH show starring Steve and Tango getting butch with a bunch of  college students. LAME!

This is me watching GH's Halloween Special

The Ghost Adventures live show was much better even though the threesome couldn’t keep quiet to save their lives (or hear the dead).

Update

I’ve been rather silent of late, so here’s an update of the past week.

1. Last Saturday Hubby and I snowshoed (or is it showshoe’ed?) Mount Grace in Warwick, MA. I thought there were only two Warwicks in the entire globe. The first in England, home of the eponymous castle and lots of Tudor style homes, and the other in the “biggest little state in the union,” Rhode Island, home of Ghost Hunters and the Station nightclub fire. Wait…there’s another Warwick and it’s in the Bay State, home of the Warwick Speed Survey (Apparently, folks are driving too fast through this rural burg).

Mt. Monadnock from Mt. Grace

And it is rural. Lots of trees…and of course, Mount Grace, 1,621 feet of earth plopped right near the New Hampshire border in central Ma. It was a great hike, despite the snowmobilers (who all averaged about age 59, BTW) who passed us when we hit the fire road to the summit. The summit is tree-filled, but fortunately some delinquents pulled down part of the chain-link fence surrounding a fire tower. The tower offered SPECTACULAR views of Mt. Monadnock, Mt. Wachusett, and (we think) Mt. Greylock. Check out my Flickr site for the pics.

2. I attemped to do the Lenten fast thing on Friday. It was miserable. I ate a bagel with one cup of decaf tea for breakfast. I nibbled on a handful of Wheat Thins at noon and I collapsed at 5 pm with left over Black Bean and Banana Empanadas with Spanish rice for dinner. Grrrrrrr…..

3. Also on Friday, I called Roto Rooter to deal with a backed-up toilet on the first floor. I had visions of Jason and Grant coming to my door. (Ghost Hunters at night; Roto Rooter plumbers by day). Instead I got a very nice Nigerian plumber whose accent was so thick, I could only understand every three words. In the end, the clog was not in our condo but outside SOMEWHERE. I called the Condo Association, who got some dudes to clear the clog which was WAY outside of our humble condo home. Which means…we don’t have to pay for Roto Rooter. The Condo Association will reimburse us for the work…all $449.00 of it. Phew!!!

4. Hubby and I started to do our taxes and found out we OWE the Federal Government some major ka-ching! Is this the marriage penalty or what? This is the first time we (and as singletons) owe the Feds anything. This is Bull cr*p.

5. I’ve been keeping MUM on the ongoing political news since the ONE has been sworn in. I can’t say I’m surprised by it all. It makes me THAT MUCH SLOWER to find a job. I don’t really want to give any more hard earned cash to the government as is really necessary. Today, I bought a bumper sticker to place on my car:

The red will go nicely with my sporty Matrix…

Hometown Haunt

SENTINEL & ENTERPRISE PHOTOS / BRETT CRAWFORD

While catching up with my old college bud (AND newly minted mother AND Ghost Hunters fan), she dropped the news that those self-same paranormal investigators visited a location in my town, Leominster. I got excited and tingly all over.  That night I searched the internet for info and found not only an interview with the house owner but there are five, complete GH episodes online, including the Leominster investigation (Click on Home Town Haunts). WHAT JOY!!!

The funny thing…I’ve walked by that house. It’s a few blocks from the downtown square. Last summer, I explored the area on foot and I distinctly remember walking down the street opposite the house and stopping to look. As you can see, it’s a very striking house and the porch doesn’t seem to match the building. That’s what got my attention (and also the sunburst motif under the apex).

Cool.

BTW: Newly minted mother is doing quite nicely, thank you.

Wednesday Night Means GHOST HUNTERS!

 

If you call me on Wednesdays between 7 p.m. and 10 p.m. EST., I will not answer the phone because GHOST HUNTERS is on! I put up with endless promos for Sci Fi’s original movies, like “Anaconda 3,” so I can see Jason and Grant (that’s them to the left) kick some poltergeist heiny.

 

To be honest; most of the characters I want to throttle. For example, tech manager Steve Gonsalves should think about getting MORE tattoos and seeing a hypnotist for his arachnophobia. I know she’s cute and all, but investigator Kris Williams needs to be walled up in a fort tunnel with nothing but a flashlight and toilet paper. Let her ask that Johnny Reb specter if he feels sad and see what happens. I am so glad investigator Andy Andrews jumped to GH International. When he’s on a GH episode you know there ain’t going to be a ghost sighting but he will come close to fainting.

 

So why do I watch? They catch documented paranormal activity. That’s cool, period. It has also made me think of the supernatural within the context of faith. I used to think that ghosts were demons pretending to be dead “Aunt Anne” or “the child-that-died-in-a-fire-upstairs-40-years-ago” and there was no other explanation.Currently, I don’t think there needs to be an “either/or” option. Sure, the demonic is very real but could manifesting spirits be souls working out their purgation? (I know…only my third posting and I mention purgatory.) Catholic apologist Jimmy Akin has an interesting and short take on the matter.

 

I’ll close with a true story. One rainy April morning of this year, hubby and I visited Historic Deerfield. There were not many people about so we ended up with a private tour of The Dwight House. The guide brought us into a sparsely furnished second floor bedroom. I immediately felt “needles and pins” all throughout my body. I do not claim to be “sensitive” but there was something else in the room. I kept it to myself while the guide did his thing. Out in the hall, the guide stopped us in front of another door that opened back into “the room.” He related a story of a previous tenant who recalled seeing a figure of a woman go through this door. At the time, there was no door; it had been walled over. When we exited the house, I said, “Hubby, you’ve got to believe me when I tell you…”