It's that time of year again.

Today is my birthday!!!!!!! I was born exactly 26 years ago at two in the morning in Athens, Georgia. My birthday's recently make me a little sad, one is the fact that I am getting older and I feel it, and another reason is that the past few haven't been spent with my family. I am a big cheese ball and I love to be with mine or Brent Boy's family for all holidays. My birthday does make me so thankful for everything that I have been blessed with though, and it's especially exciting this year because I am getting to spend it with not only Brent Boy but the babe in the belly too!!

~Let the hauntings begin.

So I promised ya'll that I would one day get around to telling you some more spooky if not downright scary ghost stories about Savannah, and today is your lucky day.
The following story comes from one of Al Cobb's books Savannah's Ghosts. If you are really interested in the tales of Savannah, I would highly recommend this author, because you will find every ghost story you want to know about Savannah in his books. I am a little bias though, because I found the answer to 432 Abercorn (finally) in one of his books.
This story gives me the chills every time I read it, and let's just say I never want to be caught after dark on West Oglethorpe Avenue, and that is saying a lot since I tend to waltz right in to a haunted situation. So here it goes, enjoy.
Apparently, West Oglethorpe Avenue is haunted. The whole blasted street, and not in a good way. Most of the time you have those friendly ghosts, those wandering ghosts, or those just plain curious ghosts. Sometimes though you get those not so nice ghosts, the ones that are of a nasty breed. This story deals with that nasty breed.
A couple and another renter live (probably should use lived here), in a old row house on West Oglethorpe. They shared more than just the same house. Strange things were happening. Very strange things indeed. Things like shampoo bottles flying across the bathroom, cold spots throughout the house, loud crashes for no reason, and the feeling that you were being watched where ever you went in the house, I'm sure at least one or two of ya'll have experienced this not so comfy sensation.
One night two of the three were away, and left was the young man that lived there, poor guy. So there he was in his room with his dog on the bed with him, and suddenly the dogs ears perked up, and he looked as if he was listening and waiting. Now I will tell ya'll when my dogs do this it really freaks me out, especially when they do it for no apparent reason. Suddenly this man started hearing strange sounds, like a flag in the wind, and that is when the dog lost it. Barking and growling and generally going crazy. He felt a sudden cold chill over his bed, then saw something dark hovering over his bed, all the while the dog was trying to attack this thing that was floating there. He felt a cold finger push into his ear, and push his head down, all the while trying to escape this thing that was torturing him. Then he started to smell something foul and disgusting. Finally he screamed, and what ever was harassing him left just as quickly as it came. The dog went back to being a dog, and everything went back to normal. Now what gets me is that their have been many of the same type of attacks, if not worse happen in a two to three mile range on the same street. Just what in the heck is going on? It seems like something dark is hanging out there ready to scare the pants off anyone. My advice, if you ever come to Savannah stay off that street.

~Fat and Happy

So second trimester cravings are kicking in. All I want lately is orange juice and bacon. I just finished, and this is gonna sound bad, a whole packet of bacon!!!!!!! What the heck is wrong with me? I just can't get enough. Actually tonight was the first night that I really let myself indulge, and indulge I did!! Oh and don't worry ya'll, I burnt the tar out of it. I am just glad that food is starting to look good again. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
I plan on posting some belly pictures soon, I am just all of a sudden rather shy about it. I think it's because I am convinced that I look like I have a beer gut.

~You've got mail.

It's late, I'm tired, but I can't seem to sleep, so I checked my email since I haven't in ages, and what do you know, another email about 432 Abercorn, and you know I can't pass it up without sending practically a ten page paper on the place back. I have to say I am quite frustrated with these tour companies here blowing the poor house all out of proportion. Really though, their are much more scarier stories and hauntings that actually took place in Savannah without having to make stuff up........

of course I am going to do a post on them for you!!!!!! You know I can't pass a good ol' haunting up!!

~A thing for blue

Pregnancy has brought on a lot of changes. The normal changes that you see in your body, and then the weird little changes, like your personal taste. Who would have thought that I would start liking colors that I never really thought much about? Now let me tell ya'll, red is by far my favorite color. I love red. Red walls, red lampshades, red duvet covers and sheets, chipped red barn yard paint on furniture, tomatoes, well you get my point. Lately though I have had a thing for blue, you can call it a crush, and I don't think it's going away. I had a navy blue room once in high school, that is about all my experience with blue. Oh and Brent Boy painted our bathroom a turquoise blue color because it was the only paint lying around. Other than that, I am not a blue connoisseur. Yesterday I caught myself staring in deep contemplation at a dark blue towel that we have. I was just staring away thinking, man that is such a pretty color. Blue to me has a depth that is incredibly deep, no matter what the shade. It's comforting in a way to, safe I suppose. And that is just what I have been looking for. In between all that's going on in my life, the daily ends and outs, the economic stresses, the work stresses, and the moving stresses ( we are planning on moving as soon as we can), who would have thought that a blue towel would give me a sense of comfort, safety and peace? I have always been a creature who like to lounge in cozy surroundings. I am very sensitive to my surroundings as well, so maybe that has something to do with it. Moments where you find yourself just staring at something because it's beautiful and so simple are the best. I love the way that lamps cast a warm glow, or the way books are lined on a bookshelf. The way that candles flicker, and a clean warm kitchen late at night with only a nightlight to light the room glows. The sound of a dryer going when you go to sleep, the smell of clean sheets, breakfast being cooked early on a Saturday morning. Yes I am a creature of comfort. So when we move, whenever that may be, because we and both sides of the family are chopping at the bit for us to move closer to home, I know a room will get painted blue. I am not sure which shade yet, but I guess it really doesn't matter, because I seem to now love the color blue.

~You darn nugget!!!!!!!!

Apparently I do not get along with chicken nuggets. Oh no. Brent Boy cooked some tonight, and one bite, and well lets just say that was all she wrote. Chicken in general has not been my cup of tea lately. Actually nothing much has. What is a preggers girl to eat? The most I can stomach as far as meat is a really charred steak, and a hot dog cut up into little pieces eaten very slowly. I look forward to the day when I can eat and enjoy what I am eating again. Hopefully all this morning sickness yuck will pass soon, with me now moving into my 2nd trimester, and I will be able to make a full plate and eat it to. If anyone has any suggestions on what might help, or what might be easy on the stomach, please feel free to share!!!!!!!!

~Who ever knew you were this smart?

I know this seems to be the topic of all my blogs lately, but it seems that everyone is starting a blog, and I just have to share. I promise I will post something of substance soon, I have just been feeling so draggy and lazy lately. 

My darlin' dad started a blog, and I thought I would share. He is a travel agent among other things, and he started a travel blog. I spent time reading it today, and well I guess I underestimated just how packed full of history and facts my dad is. He did a great post on hidden London, so ya'll go check it out, learn something, and give him a warm welcome!!!!!!!!

http://mikepagetravel.blogspot.com/