You Ask, I Answer Pt 1

Okay, first thing—from now on I promise to do better spell checking before I post! I was reading over my last post and in the words of one of my favorite bloggers, fat hot ham, I was annoying the crap out of myself with how many words I’d misspelled… Also, use of the word “incredible”, consider it stricken from my vocabulary from hereon out. I didn’t actually count how many times I used it in my last post, but we’ll just all agree that it was excessive!

Now moving on to the fun part—answering the great questions that y’all came up with a couple of posts ago. Depending on how long my answers get I may break this up into two posts. We’ll just see where this goes. I’m also doing this during my Sunday night television viewing, so it will depend on how fascinating Desperate Housewives is tonight as to how far I get!

First from Samantha: The story of my first kiss.

When I was growing up, I was always boy crazy, but I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16, so I actually was “Sweet 16”. (Well, sort of, I don’t think Truth or Dare kisses count…) I’d had a HUGE crush on a guy in my class for ages, but he was always dating someone so I didn’t think he had any interest in me. But, we all know how high school works, my friends talked to his friends, it got around to him that I was interested and wham bam thank you ma’am, I had my first real date. Being the little innocent that I was, I didn’t kiss him for a couple of dates, but eventually we ended up going with some friends to another high school drama production of Guys and Dolls. He drove me back home and walked with me up to the front door. Usually I’d just give him a hug and then run inside before he could do anymore, but that night he went in for the kiss. I’d been dreaming of this all my life, and waiting for the fireworks and choirs singing in the background. He kissed me, and I stood there. And I stood there longer. He pulled away and I said goodnight and walked slowly inside. My parents asked how the date was, I said it was great, and then I closed myself in my bedroom and I cried and cried and cried. It had been horrible! No fireworks, no choirs, not even a butterfly fluttering, nada. We dated for another 4 months or so, mainly because I felt like such an idiot for crushing on him for years and then 3 weeks into the relationship moving on to the next guy. But really from there on out it was all downhill, any big surprise?

From Sharon:  Correct me if I'm wrong but don't you believe in ghosts? Experience any ghost encounters lately?

I do believe that there are ways that spirits can communicate with us, and some people are more attuned to that communication than others. I, for one, am about as sensitive to it as a brick. I’ve only got two stories that can be construed as “ghost stories” in any way.

When I was in high school I worked at an Italian restaurant that had been built recently and often had shifts during the daytime on weekends. We would come in early to clean and it was usually pretty quiet during the shift. One day I was out in our main lobby dusting off the wine rack. It was mostly out of sight from the dining room and there was a To Go counter behind me with a door that connected to the kitchen. It was very quiet—I can’t remember if we hadn’t opened yet or if there just weren’t any customers, but the kitchen wasn’t really busy and I was the only hostess working. So, I’m dusting off the bottles when I heard my name called. I turned around to see if one of the waiters was trying to get my attention, but I didn’t see anyone. I waited for a minute but didn’t hear them call again so I went back to dusting and heard it again, this time I went around to the dining room to see who was calling me. When I didn’t see anyone around I went back to the kitchen and told them to leave me alone, but no one had any idea what I was talking about. It happened one more time when I was cleaning out shelves behind the To Go counter after closing, and again no one was around. I have no idea if that was anything supernatural at all or if I’m just insane, but a couple of the other hostesses claimed that the same thing happened to them in the same area of the building.

The second story is a dream that I had, but this I firmly believe was my grandmother’s way of communicating with me. My grandmother passed away in March after declining for years and not long after that my grandfather passed in July. We all knew that my grandfather was very sick and my mom had gone up to see him. I had a dream that I was at a funeral but I didn’t know who it was for. I was sitting with my younger sister on one side and my grandmother was on the other side. In my dream, I knew that she was dead, and I tried to talk to her, but she just kept looking straight ahead without speaking and patting my leg comfortingly. I wasn’t afraid, but I was confused. I turned and asked my sister if she could see a woman sitting next to me and she just looked at me like I was nuts and said no. Right then my phone rang and woke me up. It was my mom telling me that my grandfather had died. I think that my grandmother knew how difficult the next few days and weeks were going to be for me and she was doing what she could to comfort me in the only way she could reach me. Through my dreams.

Not the Boyfriend: Am I going to let my boyfriend pick any radio stations on the car ride to Seattle?

Of course dearling. Isn’t it wonderful how you love all of the same radio stations as me and just hate all of those screamy rock and roll stations and secretly bless me every time I change it to easy listening! Love you, *muah*!

That seems like a good place to break for now. I’ve only whetted your appetites, the best is yet to come—aren’t you excited! And now I shall go back and edit my little brains out because I can’t tell you how much I hate it when I use “your” instead of “you’re”. Don’t I have a fascinating life??

Comments

[shani]

Wow, I'd forgotten all the weird things that used to happen at DeAngelo's.

[Leanne]

HI THere Angela... Michele sent me!

[Crazy MomCat]

OH, I love that grandmother dream. Thanks for sharing that. I really believe things like that do happen in life. I don't know how much I buy into the whole ghost thing, but there are times when it sure feels like someone you've lost is trying to tell you something or help you.

Glad you're back!

[Dawn]

I loved the answer to the Ghost Question. I've heard of this kind of thing happening so many times. It's almost as though there's someone still around watching over the place and it's inhabitants long after they died. Just wonderful :o)

[MICHAEL MANNING]

Well, I think it sounds pretty cool to me. I've been out with women who didn't ring the bells -so to speak either. But the ones who did were either unavailable or unattainable or both. Ghosts: Yes. Some spirits of relatives that have passed have visited me. There are sensitive psychics who help police inn many cases. Anyway, nice to visit. Stop by and see my new BLOG design!

[Diana]

Hey there Michele sent me...Im not going to write much because I am sure to mispell something LOL TTYL

[Still not the Boyfriend]

You're right. I...uhhh...he, yeah he sure did like it that you switched to easy listening ALL THE TIME... dearling