Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

Ghost story image and Dear Diary update…

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You know the things you think you want to change about yourself? The very same kinks you try so hard to keep secret. Well my friends, these are the things that make you unique, your true self,  with a few quirks,  a couple bad habits, and scar here and there.  This uniqueness is where your true power lies, it’s the stuff within these very layers that make up that part of  you….. that is so uniquely you! It’s important that we embrace our true self and stand up for what we believe in- sometimes not so easy to do but oh, so powerful! It’s usually during my down times when I’m once again reminded of this fact and that’s when my true power or core ignites and takes over.

Although photography is my greatest love sometimes I like to dabble in other artsy endevors like making jewelry or whatever else comes to mind. The above necklace is one of the pieces I made while needing a little extra strength. I don’t wear it often. It usually rests on a little alter niche in the corner of my office.

The photo below is in response to my sweet friend Lucinda and her request to see the house from my ghost story. So this weekend I took a drive past that house and snapped this image just for her and you. If you didn’t have the opportunity to read my last post Dear Dairy, I’ve had better days click on the previous link and catch up.

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The house still looks pretty empty to me but this Methodist Church campground is full of old vacant cottages, it’s kind of spooky sometimes. I’ve always wondered what really happened the day I visited that cottage but Debbie and I just didn’t talk about it much. We did some pretty crazy stuff as kids, like hopping on a bus to see how far we could get on thirteen dollars. The bus driver called her mother who called my mother and I’m sure you can guess the rest of that story.

 

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After the terrible incident on Friday morning, Mr. Java and I managed to catch the remaining kittens and the mamma cat. It took six hours and wasn’t complete until shortly after midnight. They are locked in our garage until the babies are tame enough to handle. Then they will be off to forever homes and the Momma cat will be spayed by my vet and then released back to her hunting grounds. I will still feed her if she needs me to but no more babies. I don’t know how I get myself into these things but this isn’t the first time and probably won’t be the last either.

I’m behind on my blog visits but promise to catch up this week!

xo-jj

July 19, 2009 Posted by | me, rants | , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Dear diary, I’ve had better days

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Note to self be sure to check under the hood of the car before driving away. That’s all I’m going to say about that 😦

 I’m in a  bit of a dark mood and it’s Friday so I thought no better time than now for a little ghost story. Here goes…

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Back in the late seventies there were two young girls who had far too much time on their hands. They spent many evenings making prank phone calls in the basement of little Debbie’s house. One particular evening they reached an old woman who thought for sure that these little girls were the granddaughters she had not seen for several years and insisted that they come for a visit. So the very next day these two curious little girls set out to find the old house in the camp ground that belonged to the lonely old woman and her sickly husband.  The visit was strange but pleasant and lasted a few hours. The old couple talked about old times and memories that the girls had no knowledge of but went along with. They ate cookies and had tea. The house was in disrepair and full of old musty smelling furnishings. Finally after hours of reminicsing and looking at pictures of unfamiliar faces, it was time for the gravely ill old man to take a nap. He moved at an extremly slow pace and had a very strange color cast about him. His presence kind of scared the little girls but they were polite and said nothing. The old woman was kind but very sad so the girls hugged her and went on their way with a promise to visit the very next day. This visit had been so very strange and hard to explain. The girls didn’t speak much about the old couple or the visit the rest of the day but the next day, shortly after breakfast, just as promised, the girls set out on their bicycles to visit their newly adopted grandparents. When they reached the old cottage style house it looked different, empty in fact. They knocked and knocked but no one answered the door. One girl, who shall remain nameless, peeked inside the windows and was shocked by what she saw- nothing. The house was completely empty except for a few cobwebs and an old broom leaning against the wall. The girls were completely stunned and left the camp grounds without saying a word. After that day they rarely spoke about what had happened to the old couple in the rickety little house or if in fact the visit ever happened at all. That house still stands today and it still looks empty.

This my friends is a very true story. I miss you Debbie and as for my adopted grandparents in the old house- I just don’t know what to say.

That’s all I can handle today.

xo-jj

July 17, 2009 Posted by | family woes, me, saga | , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments