Haunted House?

Something strange happened to me last night.

I came home from the gym. Both my mom and brother weren't home. So I came in, put my dogs out, then went to take a shower. I shower in my mom's bathroom (it's nicer). Whenever I shower I turn on one light in her bedroom because it's pretty dark in there. So I turned on the light, and then went into the bathroom and took my shower.

When I finished up, I dried off, left the bathroom and turned off the bathroom light. Suddenly I realized that there was no other light on in the bedroom! I ran back into the bathroom and turn on the light. Then I crept out of the bathroom and went to the light switch. I flipped it back on and the light was working just fine. I figured that my brother must have came home and turned off the light.

I called out into the house. No one responded. Suddenly I heard the garage door opened and I was flooded with relief. Until that point I was really freaking out. My brother walks into the house and I ask him. Brian did you come in here and turn off the bedroom light? "No I just got home"

Brian I'm really serious, did you turn off this light. "Carolyn I JUST walked in the door, I haven't been home since this morning"

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

I freaked out. I told him that someone turned off this light! Check the house to see if someone is in here. He thought I was joking. He was like, no one is trying to break in, stop being ridiculous. I went into my room to put my PJs in. All of a sudden I started crying. lol. With all the adrenaline that was pumping through my body and being really freaked out, I couldn't help. He heard me crying and I guess felt bad. He searched every nook and cranny of the house for an intruder.

Finally he told me no one is in the house and there wasn't any doors or windows opened. So now I have no idea who turned off the light! I know for a fact that I switched it on before I went into my mom's room. The light didn't go out, someone TURNED IT OFF.

So now I've switched gears. If no one was in the house. Maybe it's a ghost? Which truthfully, freaks me out way more. I don't want to be haunted. When I told my mom the story this morning, she told me it must have been my grandpa. Quick backstory, my grandpa died in my house. So I guess if we are being haunted it would be by the person who actually died here.

Strange things have happened to my mom before, but I've never really believed her. Or there was an explanation. But now, I'm beyond freaked out. I know this probably sounds silly, but I just can't explain it. Someone effing turned off this light!

I actually had to take something last night to calm me down so I could actually sleep. If this is a spirit I really hope it leaves me alone. I don't know if I can take anymore shenanigans.

Trip of a Lifetime.

It's official. I am going to India!

I got my visa in the mail yesterday and quickly booked my plane ticket before the fares go up again. Also can I just say, I'm so so so thankful that Continental offers a nonstop flight to India! It's bad enough that the flight is over 14 hours, but having to do a layover would have killed me.

I am going for 11 days total and I can't wait to see everything I can. Specifically I can't wait to see the Taj Mahal.

I'm also scared shitless. Seriously. I'm worried about the culture shock, and even though I am visiting my brother, his wife and my baby niece, they will have to go to work. So most days I'll be by myself. In a country were I can't speak the language.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I couldn't pass it up because I'm a little scared. Once I'm there I'll be fine. And I know I'll make memories I will never forget.

Will you hold my hand?

I need to go to the eye doctor. I HATE the eye doctor. I’ve been to my share of doctors and I can deal with pretty much everything. Shots? They hurt but I can usually deal with it. Going to the dentist? Fine. I actually enjoy getting my teeth cleaned. But there is one thing that scares the crap out of me.

Getting my eyes dilated.

Seriously. I hate getting those eye drops from the doctor. When I was little I would actually scream and cry hysterically while they tried in vain to do it. I was not a good patient. It’s just awful and I’m so scared about going.

I really need to go to see an eye doctor though. When I was two I got eyeglasses because I was crossed eyed. That’s right. Crossed eye. My right eye was all the way toward my nose. My vision itself was fine, but because it was like that I had a tendency to see double. They gave my eyeglasses to keep my eyes straight.

By the time I was 12 my eyes had actually fixed themselves. I no longer needed to wear glasses! It was awesome! Best of all that meant no more eye doctor! The only thing was I just had to go back every few years to make sure everything was still working.

It’s about that time to go back. Normally I would put it off because I hate those drops so much, but I need to. I fear that I might be going cross-eyed again. This past week my eyes have been killing me, so much so that I have a constant headache. I think the problem may be the fact that I am sitting in front of a computer 9 hours a day, 5 days a week.

I think my eyes are getting too strained and if they weaken too much my eye will start to go inward again. This occasionally happens. When I really tired I will feel them cross, but usually a good nights sleep will solve the problem. Now that I’m always in front of the computer reading small print all the time, I think my eyes are just constantly tired. No amount of sleep is making them feel any better.

Worst-case scenario is that I will need reading glasses when I am at work. No big deal. I’m not worried that I will need glasses again; I’m worried about those damn eye drops!

How pathetic am I?

My question for you is: Is there a doctor that you always fear going to? Why or why not?

Crazy week

First off I’m doing much better about my dog passing away. However I do still expect to see his face every time I come home. I guess that will take some getting used to.

Otherwise this week has been crazy busy for me. I have a lot of stuff to finish up before my vacation and it doesn’t seem to be slimming down. Every time I blink I feel as though there is more then before. The good news is, after Tuesday I have a nice 10-day vacation to relax. I can’t wait!!

Also it’s snowing like crazy right now!!!! I love snow, but right now I’m really worried about my commute home tonight. I’m sure the trains will be delayed and that will not be fun for me. I just want to get home as quickly as possible. Especially after the morning I had…

This morning on the train I was sleeping, and I woke up to a woman screaming hysterically and calling for a doctor to come. Her husband was having a Seizure. Only I didn’t know it as a seizure until after. For all I knew, it was a heart attack. The train had to be stopped; all these people came running up, it was very scary. And after the week I had, I was especially upset. I just wanted this guy to be Okay. Thankfully he was. The man decided to go to a hospital in the city so we continued our journey onward. It was the tensest commute of my life.

I am so happy this week is almost over.

Does anyone have any marshmallows?

So today there was a fire in my building. It was an electrical fire on the 4th floor and I was way up on the 12th floor. And I have to say it was defiantly scary walking down those 12 flights to the bottom floor, smelling smoke and seeing firefighters going up the steps with axes in their hands. By the time I was outside, my adrenaline was so high that my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Seriously I wasn’t scared, but for some reason my damn legs were out of control. Just standing still it looked like I was going into a seizure, my whole body shook as a result of my legs! Although I should say right off that I do suffer from anxiety, and while it is under control most of the time when something like this happens it always seems to have much more of an effect on me than anyone else. I mean there were hundreds of people outside all talking, laughing, and taking pictures near the fire trucks, and there I was not being able to stand still cause I didn’t want anyone to notice my legs!

Well anyway we were outside a good 2 hours, but I was really hoping to have my boss just say, it’s okay go on home for the day. Especially since it took me over 2 hours to get home last night because of the damn train, which means I didn’t get home until 9:15. A nice little half-day would have been really nice. But nevertheless here I am back in my office, counting down the hours til I get to leave. And mind you, I don’t get to leave until 7, so that means I still have about 6 hours to go! Oh well, at least I was able to post a little blog!