Paranormal or Cat?

I like to watch shows about ghosts. I'm not totally convinced of ghosts per se but I am sure of there being a whole lot to be filed under Unexplained. And that I like. It's freaky good. Which probably explains my affinity for the horror flick. The hubby on the other hand claims he hates this stuff. He's tried to tell me it's because he doesn't believe in it, but last night I discovered it's actually because he DOES.

He told me that when he was a teenager he was at a girlfriend's place with a few friends, watching a movie. He had been lying on the floor near the t.v. and when he tried to get up he felt a hand on his back pushing him down again. He completely flipped out and all of his friends were laughing and asking what the hell he was freaking out for. He told them and his girlfriend admitted that her grandmother had passed away in the house. So I asked him if he had been intimate with her in the house and he said yes. I laughed and told him it was probably her granny's way of saying, "take your sweaty mitts off my granddaughter."

So after all this ghost talk we head to bed. I (like Liz) take a leap into bed so as to avoid anything that might be lingering underneath. Now, I mentioned earlier that I like watching ghost shows. One of them is Paranormal State; a show about kids from Penn State that are investigating claims of paranormal activity. Apparently there is a time between 3 and 4 AM called dead time, when paranormal activity is most active. Sure. I don't ask questions. So last night I'm awoken suddenly (by what I'm not totally sure) and the light is on. And my cat is there on the night stand. As I turn to shoo her away she knocks the light to the floor and slinks around the corner. I am confused. WHY IS THE LIGHT ON? It's a pull switch. Did the cat pull the switch? How can a cat pull a switch? Then I look at the clock. 3:06. Yikes! Dead time! WTF. Now I'm scared. I manage to drift back to sleep only to be awoken again exactly 30 minutes later: 3:36. And by what I don't know. Just awake. So I pull the blankets up over my head and curl into the hubby, cause everyone knows that ghosts can't get you when you're snuggled under blankets.

A side note: When Grace was a newborn I had her in bed to feed her. I had removed all her clothes because newborns tend to fall asleep when they're eating, so keeping them cool helps keep them awake...yaddayaddayadda...when she finished I went to redress her and her little hat was gone. Vanished. And we've never seen it since. We've also lost several soothers. They go into bed with baby, but they don't come out. And there have been numerous occasions when certain baby toys go off all by themselves. Now I'm not sayin'...I'm just sayin'...



*update: since posting this, my blog header font is white and I can't change it...weeeeirrrd

Stuff

Had the most interesting table the other night. The Christmas season is perfect for bringing out all the virgin diners. These 3 chicks took the cake. First of all only one of them would even look at me. (Apparently I am a troll...no offence Joe). And luckily for the 2 mutes she was also nice enough to speak on behalf of the table...else they might have had a problem actually eating because unfortunately I do not read minds. After their whopping $50 bill of fajitas and salad they all wanted separate checks. One of the mutes gave me a credit card that declined her $17 portion. So mute number 2 payed her tab and left no tip. The one who spoke gave cash and left me about .70 cents. Yay. I cleared the table which included an apparently untouched bread basket. Wrong. I opened the linen to toss the bread and discovered that they had stuffed chewed food into the cuts in the bread. THANKS. People are so disgusting.

In other news, the hubby is still far away and I am missing him greatly. Being a single mom is tough shit. So I now give great props to all of you (like mel and liz) who go at it every day like the machines that you are. As a side note I must say that it is in fact easier to keep my house clean without the extra body around...but I still miss his mess...sort of ;o)

And lastly, due to recent copious amounts of snowfall, Smudge used the litter box for the first time in over a year.