On Monday night we took Taylor out to a nearby trail and wetland to go puddle jumping, and I thought since I was letting Taylor do something fun, he'd let me take a few pictures of him. He was so happy to puddle jump that he didn't even mind pausing for a few pictures. We had a blast. It wasn't too cold, and it wasn't raining, which for January in Oregon means that it was a nice day out.
I'm feeling pretty darn lucky to be able to call these boys mine.
Happy weekend to all of you!!
What the what?! I am speechless. I am without words. All I want to do is eat this... someone make this happen for me. Has anyone tried this yet?! I may have to order this and VLOG it. Yes, that's right, VLOG it (video-blog, yo!), because I know you'd want to watch video footage of me eating...
Okay you guys, I'm having a hard time figuring out what to do with my honking huge mantle in the living room. I don't want things to look crowded. Is it too late for that!? I don't like themes. I just know what I like and what I don't like. And I'm just going for relaxed.
Also, I'm going to be incorporating a small deer antler on the mantle, and it's old, so it's almost white-ish. Did you want to know that?! I saw a fake one at Kohl's and I loved it. So my mom went and found me one at an antique store for $15. Is this weird? I have a vision. Trust me. Is anyone understanding me?!
So, I just wanted to see if you all had any ideas for up there. It's about 2 feet deep (that's what she said...), and there's no electrical outlets up there, because that would be too convenient. So, are you up for the challenge of helping me decorate?? Oh, and it has to be budget friendly! (Dumb, huh?! I think so, too!).
Ahem, Kristi, I'm so addressing this blog post to YOU!
... because you are totally curious about what I've been doing - since I haven't been blogging (for months!), and all. Well, grab a cold one and maybe a blankie, then sit back and relax while I lull you into a nice, deep sleep with the tales of me and hot-shot lifestyle.
First, for all of you who have been trying to peep into my windows, or who have been trying to stalk me in the still of the night, or during the harsh light of the day - you won't find me. I'm not hiding from you, so sit tight and I'll tell you where you can find me now. So, we moved. We couldn't handle the apartment any longer - and we moved.
The whole process of finding the rental house (thanks for the link, Julie!), to moving in was under 3 weeks. And it was SMACK-DAB in the middle of December. If you know me well enough by now, you know that change isn't always easy for me. Change is especially not easy for me if I haven't had proper time to plan and worry and get really anxious and scared. This rapid-move was great for me, in a lot of ways. I had NO time to worry, because I had an apartment to pack up and the holidays to prepare for. We are now in a lovely little home, still outside of Portland, in the Beaverton-Hillsboro area, and I'm loving it. I'm slowly getting used to having a 2-story home, as are my thighs. I'm discovering that whatever floor I'm on - my phone isn't. We went from having 950 square feet of apartment to having 1700 square feet of house. All the extra space is awesome, and things don't feel so crapped or tense. I'm slowly trying to get the decorating just right, but I'm a perpetual decorator, so it's never actually DONE. Trask will never understand this, but I don't expect him to, I suppose.
In other news, the boys are great! Taylor is loving school, but just wants to skip ahead to kindergarten. We register him for kindergarten in a few months. I'm excited that he is so excited! I like watching him grow and get more brilliant every day. Now if only he'd stop saying "butt crack" all the time. He's proving to be the perfect big brother - with just the right amount of love, with the perfect dose of torture and teasing. Carsten loves it all, the hugs, kisses, pinches and shoves. And, well, to be honest, Carsten is usually the one who starts all of it.
Carsten is as sassy as a kid can get. He is always up to something, and I think that's what I love most about him. He's sneaky and a little intense, but I like a good challenge. Now it's not that he can't be sweet, because he can, but Taylor is our definite sweetheart. Carsten is more of a spit-fire. I wonder how birth order comes to play in all of this. Carsten is now 10-1/2 months old and has two bottom teeth, and is closer to walking each day. He's mastered 3 steps solo, a few times, and I'm sure in a few weeks he'll have it all mastered.
Well... I just got hungry and I'm going to go grab a snack and try to hide it from the boys so I don't have to share. To lure you back here again (or to make you never want to come back), soon I'll be blogging about a trauma wound from nursing a boy with two bottom teeth.
Peace out and smoochies!
Around the middle of October, Trask and I found this trunk, just sitting next to the dumpster, waiting for garbage pick up the next day. I get very excited when I find things - pennies, sales, a new use for something old, a new blog... whatever it is, if it is something that I've discovered, I get really excited. This is usually accompanied by clapping or fist-pumping, along with squealing. I'm just enthusiastic like that. And believe me, it doesn't irritate Trask one bit. Never. Ahem...
It was a sunny but chilly October afternoon, around 4 pm, when we drove past the trunk, on our way to park the car in front of our apartment. I caught a glimpse of this beauty next to the dumpster. And if you know me, you know that I adore trunks. I could fill a whole house with trunks. I love their aged look, their beauty, and I love that I can store (or hide) crap inside them, making me appear neat and tidy. I also adore free things. I immediately told Trask to stop the car RIGHT NOW and get out and get that trunk. I was feeling anxious and rushed. I didn't want an unlikely neighbor to swoop in and snatch it in the 15 seconds it was going to take Trask to walk to the dumpster area to retrieve this beauty made of wood. It had to be ours.
Eventually, after Trask telling me to calm down and go upstairs with the kids, he came up with the trunk. It was beautiful! The canvas on the sides was in great shape, and you could tell it was old, but it wasn't battered, especially for its age. It smelled musty, but it wasn't moldy or damaged. The hardware was in perfect condition and I had plans for this beauty.
We opened the trunk and found that it was full of things. It was like finding a treasure chest or a time capsule. There were newspapers in there dating 1909 and 1926, from St. Louis and from Winter Springs, California. There was a beautiful hand mirror, a few old pieces of clothing that looked handmade. little keepsakes, handkerchiefs, hat pins, a doll made out of a wooden clothespin and crepe paper, and papers with the name Rachel Sager on them. There was an obituary about the death of Rachel's mother. We did some research online and found out a bit about Rachel (she worked for the newspaper in Winter Springs) and about her family. We have NO idea how the trunk ended up in Hillsboro, Oregon.
This was AMAZING. I was so curious as to why it was going to be thrown out. And which one of my neighbors would have this trunk, and just cast it aside? And didn't that dumb-ass know that trunks are worth a lot of money?! For a moment it was quiet, and Trask said it was probably haunted. We laughed nervously, or at least I was nervous, but then again, I am always nervous. I suggested that maybe someone inherited it and they kept what they wanted and just tossed the rest, I didn't want to think about ghosts.
Let's stop for a moment here and talk about my passion for the show Ghost Hunters on the Sy Fy channel. I've blogged about my love of ghosts and this show before, here. Go read it real quick and come back... And now that you're back, you know that I love ghost stories and I find them thrilling. YET, it's good for you all to know that I am a huge scaredy cat, as well.
Well, strange things started happening once the trunk came into our home.
At first, it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary, just weird. A few different times when I was up at night walking into the bathroom, while the hall was pitch black, I swore I saw a tiny flash or beam of light, moving all sorts of directions, not just straight, out of the corner of my eye. I would rush in to the bathroom and rush back to bed. It scared me a bit, but I have an active imagination. Some say I'm delusional.
On one strange occasion I was telling Trask goodnight and I laid my head on my pillow, and hadn't closed my eyes when I saw a flash of light down on the floor by his side of the bed, by his head. I told him his phone was ringing (on silent) and was lighting up. He picked up the phone and looked, he hadn't missed a call, there was no message, and besides, it was facing DOWN on the carpet, not up, so I wouldn't have been able to see a flash. THAT scared me. The same night I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that down the hall, Taylor's light was on in his room. His light is a pull-string light, attached to his ceiling fan. I turned it back off and went to sleep. The next day we tried re-creating a situation where the light would come back on (like pulling the string halfway and seeing if it turned on or off, etc., but we found nothing).
We also had Carsten's sound machine turn off at different times of the night, without an alarm being set, and with no malfunctions of any kind. It would just turn off. We'd realize this when I'd get up to feed Carsten and there was no sound coming from the machine. There was also one night that scared the piss out of Trask and I where Carsten's sound machine alarm went off (it was never set!), and not only was it going off, but the volume was going up and down, up and down, until Trask got up and turned the whole thing off. (THIS gives me goosebumps and chills still as I type this).
Another day (mind you, this is all in the time span of 3 weeks) the boys and I were at home and I had an eerie feeling like someone was there. Of course, we saw no one, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. At this time, our security alarm system by our front door (the one that we have NEVER used, turned on, etc.) started beeping. It was quiet, and I didn't know where the beeps were coming from at first. After looking everywhere for a broken toy and not seeing anything, I saw the alarm panel. It was beeping. And the word "trouble" was lit up on the box. No button that I pushed could make it stop. For 5 minutes it did this. I called the maintenance office for the apartments and didn't get an answer, but later found out that this doesn't happen if it needs new batteries or anything, it would just keep beeping or show the "service" light if that were the case. I was hoping it was from needing service, but this was inexplicable, and stopped after that time, and didn't happen again. I was frightened, but not that worried.
At this point Trask and I are both kind of scared. It bothered us that whatever it was went into Taylor's room, and was messing with Carsten's sound machine. If it was just us, maybe it would have been okay. BUT, this is where it gets strange. I was in the kitchen and Taylor was on the couch. Carsten was on the floor by my feet, as always. I heard something down the hall, like something shifting in my bedroom closet. I thought it was just Tay playing in there until I saw that he was in the living room. At the time I was looking at him, he looked at me and said that he saw a man in a white shirt walking down the hall and into my room. This scared the crap out of me. He told me he was tall. I called Trask at work and got brave and walked down the hall to my room. Nothing was there. Nothing in my closet had shifted or had fallen over. What happened to make that noise, I have no clue. No matter how many times I asked Taylor about the man, the story never changed. This was not a Taylor-fib.
So, it was decided that we wanted to get rid of this beautiful trunk. We had sent in pictures of it to a few trunk experts to get the date and some information on it, and found out it was from the late 1800's and was a nice, expensive trunk. We didn't feel right just throwing it out, especially because it had Rachel's belongings in it, and they must have been treasures to her. We decided to ask if anyone wanted it, and disclosed it was haunted.
Trask's boss ended up taking it to her home. The day Trask was going to take it to his boss, I was loading the washing machine and felt someone behind me - a presence. I knew no one was in the room with me, that I could see with my naked eye. All of a sudden the musty, old smell from the trunk filled the laundry room. I didn't have any of the items from the trunk in there, so I knew it was the ghost. I told it that it was going to go with the trunk somewhere else, and when I turned around (scared as could be), the smell and the weird feeling was gone. Trask took the trunk that morning.
The trunk is now at Trask's boss's home. And guess what happened at her home... She had it in the living room and she fell asleep on the couch. She woke up because she felt something pull her hair, hard enough to wake her up. She looked around and saw nothing. She pulled her hair back a bit, in case it got snagged on the couch or something like that, and went back to sleep. She was awoken two other times, from a deep sleep, by the ghost pulling her hair. She finally sat up and looked at the trunk and said "quit it!", and it hasn't bothered her since, that we've heard. She told us she had the feeling that it was a child.
As soon as the trunk was out of our home, the weird instances and feelings stopped. The sound machine hasn't turned off, nor has the alarm sounded. Taylor hasn't spoken of the man in the white shirt. The smell hasn't reappeared. Taylor's light never did that, and I didn't see lights down the hall while it was dark. I'm not sure if others would call this a haunting or not, but I believe it was. I don't think it was harmful at all, but most likely just wanted us to know it was there. I'm so happy it found a new home though, because I'd rather watch Ghost Hunters on TV than experience it in my own home, although I wish Steve and Tango would come hang out with me in the dark...