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"Sparky" is NOT an acceptable salutation for a goddess...
15:15 Jan 27 2008
Times Read: 813

There is a treasured soul here on VR, loved by many, whom I have variously called my goddess, my love, magical creature, my treasure, etc. This morning I called her something else when I first addressed her. Her reaction was priceless. I would have given anything to have seen her face:





Sparky? Sparky?



Are you shitting me? You HAVE to be! You CANT be SERIOUS!! *shakes head in disbelief*



On 08:47:33 Jan 27 2008 (-6 GMT) captainglobehead wrote:



Good morning, Sparky!

Had to ask
01:45 Jan 26 2008
Times Read: 823

I was helping a technician of mine fill out an application to be badged to to work at Dallas Independent School District schools. On the back of the background check application was a list of offenses. It stated that if the applicant had ever been charged with any of the listed offenses, not to bother with the application because it would be denied. He started reading then out loud and got to Aggravated Abuse. He asked me if I thought that included self abuse. I looked at him and countered, "Was it aggravated?" He replied without missing a beat, "Usually."

Past
19:25 Jan 24 2008
Times Read: 839

There was once a time that you'd call me. Or write me out of the blue. It would make my day, my entire week. You would ask how I was, genuine concern in your voice. You would tell me about the absurdities in your life; your joys and triumphs, your pain and your sorrows.



Now I only hear about the time you spend with your friends. I would never deny you your friends, ever. I've just never been invited to come along.



I used to write. I don't know what's happened. Maybe I was trying too hard to impress you, win your attention, your approval. And it all showed. I just don't have anything interesting to say anymore.



I love to hear the smile in your voice, or see it in your writing. I live vicariously, now, reading journals and picturing the activities spoken of.



No more. The world awaits me.

I'm not short, dammit
15:17 Jan 21 2008
Times Read: 852

OK, it’s not funny anymore…



My son just turned 15 in October. Over the summer he actually got taller than me. Now he is close to 2 inches taller than me.



I moved into an apartment last weekend. Last week while I was unpacking and putting dishes in this new kitchen I was thinking about whether my son would be able to reach some things. Then I remembered he is taller than me now.



When I’m not around he has taken to putting things out of my reach now. He thinks he’s so funny…

My First Ghost Story
13:26 Jan 08 2008
Times Read: 875




Seven years ago…

I had moved into the small, quiet house in Duncanville a few months before. My girlfriend had bought the house about 4 years earlier and had been living there. Yes, we were living in sin…but that’s another story, for another web site. I didn’t move much of my stuff into this house; my girlfriend had said, “What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours I don’t want.” But I did get to take over the kitchen. I was comfortable in that kitchen. From the first day it had been inviting to me. I loved to cook, and this room brought it out in me.



It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon and I was cooking over the stove. My girlfriend was moving easily about the house, cleaning, straightening and re-arranging as she always did. We were in that silly, cuddly sort of love where you just have to touch each other if you happened to be in the same room together. Like I said, I was cooking over the stove when I heard a woman’s voice behind me, I couldn’t make out exactly what she said, and felt a distinct touch on the back of my right shoulder and right hip. I turned towards the sound, asking her to repeat what she said and turned all the way around, shocked to find I was alone in the kitchen! I called out to my love and she responded immediately, from three rooms away!



I was startled and told her about what happened. She told me that she frequently felt a presence in the house, and it had never felt malevolent. I felt the same way; it was just saying, “Hi”.



Since then I have several times gone into the kitchen early in the morning, when no one else was up yet, and found that the place on the floor in front of the stove feels warm against my feet. I have been under the house and no pipes, duct or wiring run under that part of the house.

My Second Ghost Story
13:24 Jan 08 2008
Times Read: 877

A few years ago it was my good fortune to get a project to conduct an environmental assessment of a vacant retirement and rehabilitation center in Burleson, Texas. The building had been abandoned and stood vacant for about four years. I was hired to perform asbestos and lead-based paint surveys, and conduct a property condition assessment. I had picked up the keys from my client the previous day and showed up at 7:00 in the morning to begin the assessment.



The building was without power or water. All of the doors, with the exception of the main front door, were chained and locked from the inside. All of the windows were painted shut long ago. I had walked the entire length and breadth of the building three times; once assessing the condition of the building materials, once collecting suspect asbestos samples, and once collecting suspect lead-based paint samples. Light was coming in the windows on the east and south sides, but I still needed a flashlight for the center, north and west rooms.



I was standing at the main nurses’ station, just inside the front doors, reviewing my notes and counting sample containers, making sure I hadn’t left any behind somewhere, when I saw movement out of the corner of my right eye. I looked down the right corridor in time to clearly see an elderly woman with white hair, wearing a blue nightgown, cross the far end of the corridor from left to right, about 80 feet away. I dropped everything and ran to that end of the corridor where I had seen her. There were three patient rooms she could have gone into at that end of the corridor. I searched all three of them, including closets, bathrooms and under and behind furniture. Most of the hospital beds and dressers had been left in the building, along with unidentifiable medical implements, making everything distinctly creepier. There was no sign that anyone was there. The exit doors at that end of the hall were still chained and the windows were sealed shut. I was alone.



I turned down the corridor she appeared to come out of and noticed the light was on in the first room on the right. This room used to be the beauty salon; the sinks and chairs were still in there. I am positive I would have noticed if the light had been on before, because I had walked through this end of the building three times already that morning; I checked and it was in my notes.



I called my business partner on my cell phone and told him what I had just experienced. He told me that if this was a horror movie I would certainly be the obtuse white guy that ignores all of the signs that something is wrong and gets himself killed right at the beginning. He also said that if he was the one there he would have been making the phone call from the first crowded place he could find.



I finished the assessment, but spent the rest of the morning looking over my shoulder.



When I told my client about the electricity being on, he confirmed with his electrical contractor that the power was off and all of the power meters had been removed. The contractor found the room I was talking about and the light switch did not turn the lights on.



I love my job.

No good deed goes un-punished
15:19 Jan 02 2008
Times Read: 889

I spent the 2 weeks before Christmas bragging that I was going to spend Christmas eve volunteering at a shelter. I was supposed to check in and get my assignment before 6:00 AM. I didn’t wake up until almost 6:30, so I pulled on some clothes and rushed out of the house, stopping only long enough to pick up a couple of breakfast tacos at a little taquerie on the way. Breakfast was already in full swing when I showed up. The kitchen and serving stations were filled, so I was given the keys to a huge old diesel truck and was sent out to collect food donations from local food stores. I was given the list of establishments to hit and promptly got lost in South Dallas. After stumbling into the first 3or 4 stops I was supposed to make, the bacteria in my breakfast tacos started to kick in. I started feeling bad and started to sweat. My next stop had me on my knees in the men’s restroom, unloading what was left in my stomach.



I finished my collections of food donations and brought them back to the shelter. I was assigned clearing tables and emptying trash. I was really feeling bad now, but since I wasn’t in contact with any of the food or any people directly, I thought it would be OK to put in the full shift.



I was found out behind the building, passed out while emptying the trash cans. I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. While a friend who had come along gave Admitting the little information she had about me, the attending doctor in ER decided that since I had been brought in from the homeless shelter I must be a drug overdose. I was told by my friend that their initial treatment almost killed me.



By the time they figured out I was suffering from a serious case of food poisoning I had lost almost 15 pounds in water weight alone. I was seriously dehydrated and had a virulent bacteria playing havoc with my system. The bacteria itself may not have been the worst of it, but the poison that the bacteria produced. The treatment they gave me flushed my system of the poison and virtually all of my electrolytes, but also killed most of the beneficial bacteria in my gut as well.



I spent Christmas Eve night and Christmas day in the hospital. I had my self discharged on the morning of the 26th so I could pick my son up from my ex.



I feel much better now. I’m still taking supplements loaded with beneficial bacteria until I get my gut settled. Next year I plan to volunteer again. But this time I will get up in time to make my own breakfast before I go.