Welcome back everyone! So sorry it has been so long, but it is time to start writing again. This has been a crazy year, and I wouldn't mind forgetting about some if it. But for now, I am going to open up about something that, until the last little while, I didn't want broadcast to the world. So, judge me if you will, that's fine. But here goes...
I believe in the paranormal. I have since I was a little girl. It's something that has always been apart of my life, whether I wanted to admit it or not. It was hard being so sensitive to environments. If there was tension in the house, I felt it. If my siblings were fighting in the basement, I would be upstairs, crying, and didn't know why until I heard about the fighting later. I would take on other's emotions and not understand why. I could walk into a room and literally feel the emotion of something that had just taken place.
My house was a home to 10 living people at one point, and a few not-so-living things at others. When my room was upstairs, I could hear someone walking up and down the hall, up and down the stairs, downstairs in the kitchen, at all hours of the day and night. I would go to find out who was up, and there would be no one. I would be in the kitchen and look at the hallway to the front room, and see shadows sneak by. There is a bed in the basement with a creepy closet. It was always very cold in there and there was always a funky vibe. You would feel as if you were being watched.
When I got older, I moved to the basement, in a different room than the one with the creepy closet, and the family room was right above me. I could hear someone pacing back and forth often. I hated crossing the basement family room to get to my room in the dark, because I knew someone, or something, was there. I would have the strangest dreams and find myself sleep walking. One time, I walked straight into a wall and woke up with a bloody nose.
At one point, something happened with my older siblings, and my dad finally blessed the house because it was even starting to concern him. And it wasn't until we all grew up and my parents sold the house that we started talking to each other about what had happened. Even my mom asked us about it and if we ever felt or saw anything there. That's when I knew that I didn't imagine it and didn't make everything up in my crazy head.
By this time, I had started doing my own research about the paranormal. Now, I don't believe all the theories out there. Some of them are just too weird, even for me. But what I do know is that there is a lot more to the afterlife than we know. I could go on and on about different experiences, my college stories, my work stories at different theaters, and maybe they will come at another time.
For now though, I guess all I can say is that I do believe they exists. I don't believe that all of them are evil or dark spirits, nor do I believe they are all good. I do believe that emotions and energy can be absorbed by the world around us, and that sometimes, that's all the is witnessed. And, on a spiritual side, I also believe that, at times, the veil between Heaven and Earth can be very, very thin. And those are the moments we have with family members, or with others while at the temple. Those are the best kind of "paranormal" experiences one can have.
Anyway, if you are interested in my other stories and experiences, let me know and I will share more. If not, than we do have Christmas Shoes 2013 to look forward to. And this year is going to be pretty epic!
Friday, October 25, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The games that left me hungry
And that, my friends, was me trying to be clever with my title. Note the word TRYING...
So, for Christmas, my wonderful husband got me a Nook HD e-reader. It was all I wanted for Christmas and the mister delivered. I have spent the past few weeks trying things out and getting used to this technology that the kids are crazy about these days. I have even figured out how to link up with my local library and check out books and audio books. It's been fun going through the catalog and deciding what to read or listen to next.
About two weeks ago now, I decided to revisit a book series that I had quit before I had really begun...The Hunger Games. I read the first book of the three book series a couple of years ago. I had nightmares for weeks! All I dreamed about were the kids in the book that were sent in to this gladiator-like arena and had to fight to the death. After that, I decided to be done with the books. But, in my intrigue and morbid curiosity, I decided to listen to the series. When I have a hard time reading something, I do better if someone else reads it to me. I am not sure why that is, but I can listen better and retain the story much better. Maybe it's the ADD, who knows? So I listened to the series and got hooked! The lady reading the book was interesting and fun to listen to. I got totally wrapped up in the story and couldn't stop listening.
Once I finished listening to the books, I decided that it was time to finally watch the movie that came out last year. I sat down to watch it, got wrapped up in a blanket, and 143 minutes later, was VERY disappointed. In fact, I was pissed! I couldn't believe that I was so caught up in the story that I was getting mad at the director of the film. I went off about it all to my husband, who just laughed at me. Four days prior, I wouldn't have anything to do with the books. Now, I was demanding an apology from the director and the editor for making such a half-assed piece of crap!
Now, I am not a purist, by any means. I am usually ok when a book is turned into a film. As a writer and a playwright, I understand that you cannot always include everything from a book into a movie. You have to decide what is going to move the plot along and how to tell a good story that will keep your audiences attention. I was fine with the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I was fine, mostly, with all the Harry Potter movies. I loved the new Hobbit movie. But The Hunger Games movie was so shallow and vague, I didn't even understand where they were going with it. I am scared to see what will happen in the next movie! If the next one is even half as bad as the first, the producers can just kiss their payday goodbye.
Even today, I am trying to figure out why I am so upset about this. And I think I finally know why. I think it is because I could have totally done so much better than the director, editor and screenplay writer did. Yes, that sounds elitist of me, because hindsight is 20/20 and I don't know what happened between the director and the production company and everyone that had their hand in the cookie jar. But I feel like I could have done a better job. And this is my overall feeling about film, in general, today.
So many movies have come out over the last few years that have been good. And there have been twice as many that have been awful. And yet, they still get made. Someone decides that they are good enough to back them and give these people money to make the film. It blows my mind! The millions of dollars that go into making films that are crap astounds me. And the fact that people go and pay money to watch these horrible things is even more perplexing! Why do people support such things?
Sorry about the rant. It was a bit more than I was planning on. But I guess my philosophy is, if you think it's crap, then you should try and do it yourself. Which also gets me thinking that I need to start taking writing seriously again and write more. Write a book, a play, a screenplay, something. Even writing more on this blog. I need to stop being so critical of others and start doing it myself. And then, maybe I can let go of this angst and jealousy. Because, really, that's what this is. Oye!!!
Tune in next time for the annual post of Christmas Shoes!
So, for Christmas, my wonderful husband got me a Nook HD e-reader. It was all I wanted for Christmas and the mister delivered. I have spent the past few weeks trying things out and getting used to this technology that the kids are crazy about these days. I have even figured out how to link up with my local library and check out books and audio books. It's been fun going through the catalog and deciding what to read or listen to next.
About two weeks ago now, I decided to revisit a book series that I had quit before I had really begun...The Hunger Games. I read the first book of the three book series a couple of years ago. I had nightmares for weeks! All I dreamed about were the kids in the book that were sent in to this gladiator-like arena and had to fight to the death. After that, I decided to be done with the books. But, in my intrigue and morbid curiosity, I decided to listen to the series. When I have a hard time reading something, I do better if someone else reads it to me. I am not sure why that is, but I can listen better and retain the story much better. Maybe it's the ADD, who knows? So I listened to the series and got hooked! The lady reading the book was interesting and fun to listen to. I got totally wrapped up in the story and couldn't stop listening.
Once I finished listening to the books, I decided that it was time to finally watch the movie that came out last year. I sat down to watch it, got wrapped up in a blanket, and 143 minutes later, was VERY disappointed. In fact, I was pissed! I couldn't believe that I was so caught up in the story that I was getting mad at the director of the film. I went off about it all to my husband, who just laughed at me. Four days prior, I wouldn't have anything to do with the books. Now, I was demanding an apology from the director and the editor for making such a half-assed piece of crap!
Now, I am not a purist, by any means. I am usually ok when a book is turned into a film. As a writer and a playwright, I understand that you cannot always include everything from a book into a movie. You have to decide what is going to move the plot along and how to tell a good story that will keep your audiences attention. I was fine with the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I was fine, mostly, with all the Harry Potter movies. I loved the new Hobbit movie. But The Hunger Games movie was so shallow and vague, I didn't even understand where they were going with it. I am scared to see what will happen in the next movie! If the next one is even half as bad as the first, the producers can just kiss their payday goodbye.
Even today, I am trying to figure out why I am so upset about this. And I think I finally know why. I think it is because I could have totally done so much better than the director, editor and screenplay writer did. Yes, that sounds elitist of me, because hindsight is 20/20 and I don't know what happened between the director and the production company and everyone that had their hand in the cookie jar. But I feel like I could have done a better job. And this is my overall feeling about film, in general, today.
So many movies have come out over the last few years that have been good. And there have been twice as many that have been awful. And yet, they still get made. Someone decides that they are good enough to back them and give these people money to make the film. It blows my mind! The millions of dollars that go into making films that are crap astounds me. And the fact that people go and pay money to watch these horrible things is even more perplexing! Why do people support such things?
Sorry about the rant. It was a bit more than I was planning on. But I guess my philosophy is, if you think it's crap, then you should try and do it yourself. Which also gets me thinking that I need to start taking writing seriously again and write more. Write a book, a play, a screenplay, something. Even writing more on this blog. I need to stop being so critical of others and start doing it myself. And then, maybe I can let go of this angst and jealousy. Because, really, that's what this is. Oye!!!
Tune in next time for the annual post of Christmas Shoes!
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