Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Ghost Hunting in Gettysburg, PA

To celebrate our birthdays (mine was Sep 18th and Gavin's was Oct 13th) we went to Gettysburg, PA.

Gavin and I went on what is billed as an "Extreme Ghost Hunt" in Gettysburg, PA. We got our tickets and met with a team of Paranormal investigators from Gettysburg Paranormal Association to be divided into groups and find out who our lead investigator will be.

There were what felt like 200 people there, seriously! We all gathered up in the back gravel parking-lot and were given instructions by a guy called Bald Rob. He gave us the lowdown on how to operate the equipment we would be using. The equipment list was impressive. There was the normal equipment that you usually see on the ghost hunting tv shows. There were voice recorders, K2 meter, Mel-meters, one other meter that I can't recall the name of, diving or dowsing rods, thermometers, spirit boxes, and laser grids. Gavin was pumped to be able to use a spirit box as we have seen them used extensively on Ghost Adventures.

We got divided up into smaller groups, thankfully! I was concerned at first because there were so many people. We were divided into a group that consisted of us and two other parties for a total of 10 people. Our lead investigator was Ginger.

The way these hunts work is that you drive yourself to the locations. We all got into our cars, put on our flashers, and followed Ginger to the first location. We went to a farm on the edge of the official battlefield area. We parked at a barn and walked out into the field. We were across the street from a known field hospital. I believe it was a Confederate hospital, but I'm not completely sure.

We were given our bag of equipment and we set out into the dark field. The moon was full and bright. It wasn't spooky at all, it was very nice out. Gavin and I walked along, we had our voice recorder out, the K2 meter and the Spirit Box. It was interesting as we began to get hits on the K2 meter. It would go all the way up to red. We asked, "Are you Union or Confederate?" and through the Spirit box we heard, "Union" very quickly. It was weird. Then Gavin asked, "What is your name?" and we believe we heard "John or Ron". It was so quick, it's hard to know for sure what, if anything we actually heard. I tried out the diving rods first. I wasn't asking any questions or anything, just holding them like the told us to and my right hand started to feel tingly, kind of electric and the rod started to move outward. It was a strange sensation.

We walked further into the field and Gavin would get multiple hits on the K2, which should be going off since it's the middle of the field with no electricity around. It was neat. There was once point that there was a noticeable cold spot. Of course we didn't have a thermometer in our bag to document the temperature change, but it was very evident. We did a bunch of evp work (they will analyze the evidence and get back to us later). It was nice that the other parties in our group were not near us, as later on I find out they are nuts! We were in the field about an hour. I would have liked to have stayed longer, but we had a second location to check out.




Gavin with the K2 meter and the Spirit box
Gavin investigating

We all headed back to our cars and made our way over to the next location. We went into the home where General Reynolds's lifeless body was taken. It is now Servant's Olde Tyme Photo. General Reynolds was the first Union causality of the battle.
Here is where I realize that the people we are investigating with are nuts. First off there are three rooms to investigate in. There are 10 people. Too many for there to be any real investigating to be done. Second there is electricity so every hit on the K2 is NOT paranormal. It just isn't. The story here makes little sense to me. If the General was shot on the battlefield, in the head, why would he necessarily haunt this building? Wouldn't it make more sense for him to haunt where he fell and his soul left his body and not where they brought his body? I don't know. He is not even buried in Gettysburg. Then the story was that Kate his fiance was there. WHY? She didn't die there. She died later in New York. This is the part that makes some paranormal investigators look like nut jobs, right? I feel like you should go with the evidence that you actually find, not just the story that you think it might be.
Gavin using the diving rods


So one of the parties we were with started asking ridiculous questions, like; "Do you think I'm attractive?". This was a male asking the supposed fiance Kate. Please! I found that to be just about disrespectful. There was no real investigating going on in this location. These people were nuts! There was so much chatter and talking, it was impossible to do any serious investigations. I was not impressed.

Gavin investigating inside
However, Gavin and I did sit down on a bench and try to be quiet to see what would happen. When I first sat down there was no reading on the EMF or Mel-meter, but it suddenly spiked up to 14.0! WHAT?! It stayed steady for a long while, then it went back down. I could feel the energy. But I'm almost certain in was something electrical in the building. It would spike and then go back down, and I could feel that spike of energy, but I'm not convinced it really was anything. We finished up around midnight and we left. As part of the package we got a certificate, a photo, and will receive all evidence collected on a DVD. The photo and DVD will be mailed later and it might take 2 months, because they actually analyze it and they are super busy during October.

Overall, it was a lot of fun. I had a great time bonding with Gavin over our enjoyment of all things paranormal, however I was left wanting more. I've investigated with Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson from the tv show Ghost Hunters at a convention back in 2006 and it was a much better experience. I would say that if you do this ghost hunt in Gettysburg and you can do it in the off-season with a small group of people you know, you would be able to catch some phenomenal evidence as I'm certain there is paranormal activity in Gettysburg.

Monday, March 16, 2015

I'm going to be working...for free.

I'm finally through the process of becoming a volunteer at the local civilian hospital.  I picked up my green volunteer polo shirt today and scheduled my first day of on-the-job training, which will be this Friday.  I've got more training the following Wednesday and then I'll be set-up on a schedule.  I'm excited about this new adventure but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.  It's always difficult to start something new.

"Will I do it right?  Will they like me?  Will I like them?  Is this a mistake?"

My mind says lots of nutty things.

I'm still waiting for the background check and security clearance to be finished to be able to work at the base hospital.  I know it's slowly working through because my hubby got two letters to fill out based on the information that I gave to them.

I've paid for the CLEP exam for sociology.  I will call tomorrow to schedule the actual exam.  I've began a serious study plan for it.  I will make this happen.  I have to since I have told so many people that I'm doing it, I can't back out of it now.  I'm powering on and will do my very best.


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Five months and counting...

We have been in Kitsap County, Washington State for over five months now and I cannot say I love it.  I tolerate living here.  As military families we all know that there will be assignments that we love and thrive in and then the opposite is possible too; assignments that we just live through until we can move again.  I fear that this is one of those assignments for us.

First let me preface my whining and complaining with this.  Washington is beautiful.  The people are extremely friendly.  It just is not the place for our family.  Just like I'm sure many Washingtonians would not want to live in my home state of Georgia.

We have found it difficult to find our place.  I'm going through the process to be able to volunteer at the local civilian hospital as well as volunteer with the base hospital.  I'm also trying to work on getting the education I need to become a Certified Lactation Consultant.  I'm going to do my best to get what good I can out of living here.


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

What a Summer~

This summer has been quite an adventure for us.  We left Sicily for good on July 3rd and arrived to Baltimore, Maryland early morning July 4th.  We weren't supposed to be arriving in Baltimore we were supposed to arrive aboard NAS Norfolk, but there was a pesky storm called Hurricane Arthur that diverted our flight.  We were held on the plane for hours while waiting for Customs officials to arrive so we could deplane and get on with our lives.  We were given the option of terminating in Baltimore and finding our own way from there or waiting for 12 hours and be comped a hotel and food.  We chose to terminate and headed out to find a rental car one way to Virginia Beach.  Boy, did we pay out the nose for that one.

We rented a car and drove to Virginia Beach where we promptly headed to Car Max and bought a new car!  We stayed the night at Dam Neck (right on the beach).  We were there for two days before I drove Cody to Pennsylvania.  We dropped him off at IUP and headed directly back to Virginia.  We stopped in Fairfax and visited one of my best friends and her family.  We also went to the NRA National Firearms Museum...didn't realize there was even such a place, but there it was.  Gavin loved seeing all the different guns.  It's actually a nice collection of guns and it's free to go into.

We, the kids and I, drove halfway to Georgia; stopping in North Carolina for the night and finally arriving in Georgia.  We spent two weeks in Georgia before Cody flew down to spend a week with us there as well.

Then we drove to the St. Louis area to visit Cody's Grandma, Uncle and Aunt and cousins for a few days.  From there we headed west and made the long trek to Bremerton, Washington.

And here I am.

Here we are.

Living in Bremerton, Washington.

A new location and a new adventure.


Friday, January 3, 2014

Stranded on Laundry Island

I hate doing laundry.  I shouldn't say hate, that is much to strong of a word, it implies that I have strong feelings about something; I do not care for laundry.  I'm, if anything, indifferent to its existence.  It piles up and smells but I don't care one way or another about it.  Today I'm busting through the mounds and mounds that create the island of laundry I must do every week.

There is a strange phenomenon that surrounds my laundry.  It seems that some days I will start the task and wash a load and put it into the dryer and add another load into the wash.  Then for some reason it takes hours to get the one load dry and when it finally does I can move the washed load into the dryer and that is usually as far as it goes.  I may or may not start another load in the washer, but it will not get completed for a day or (let's face the truth here) two.  I do not know why this happens.  But then on other days, such as today, it runs like a fine oiled machine and I bust through several loads; washing, drying, repeat and it all gets done.  It's the weirdest thing.


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Pity Party Musings for the New Year

Here we are starting another new year.  Many people are reflecting on the last year and making plans for the new one.  I think our 2013 was good.  We all survived it and are ready to take on another one.  

This was our last New Year's Eve in Sicily.  We spent the night at home, playing Monopoly and watching movies and just relaxing.  We really are home bodies.  We enjoy just being at home, doing nothing in particular.  We were invited (somewhat last minute) to a gathering, but declined instead stayed home to enjoy our family time.  I think it's easy for me to decline such invitations because I know that this time next year, I'll still be with these crazy people that are my family and in all reality may never see the people here ever again.  Or if I do see them, it will be in passing.  I've become painfully aware of how very few truly close friends I have in this world.  I suppose it's my personality that puts people off from getting close.  I think my honesty is too much for most people, but I refuse to lie.  I think it's disrespectful to lie to people.  

 I'm tough.  I'm strong.  I don't have to have people around me all the time or anything like that.  However, sometimes I do get my feelings hurt and feel jealous (but would never tell anyone!).  Sometimes I wonder why no one asks us to go anywhere with them.  Are my kids too much to handle?  Am I too much to handle?  I see families getting together with others to travel, go out sightseeing or just out to eat and wonder why no one ever asks us.  I guess I've made it clear that we don't have a lot of money to be doing that so even if they would have liked to ask us they won't.  I don't know. I think it's more likely that I'm just not the kind of person people want to hang out with.  Most of the time it's okay; but some times, some days I cry over it.  

I'm ready to move along to our next assignment.  In the States it's easier for me to do my own thing and not feel sad or rejected because I can do whatever I want and it's not difficult. Simple things here are difficult due to the cultural and language differences.  If I want something I have to brave the traffic, then try to decipher the language on packaging or even scarier; I have to try to communicate with someone.  I'm ready to just be home.  I can speak English.  I can go anywhere and do anything without hesitation.  

We are supposed to go back to Virginia and that makes me happy.  I know some people that still live there. I'll have been gone three years by the time we get back there so I don't know if people will want to hang out or how much everyone will have changed, but I'm hoping it will be good.  

I guess all of this rambling I'm doing is really my way of saying that I'm tired of chameleon fake friends.  I'm tired of the "we should get together and do such and such or so and so" and at first I'm excited about the possibility and then the sad realization that it wasn't sincere and were just words hits me and it breaks my heart.  

I want to live sincerely this New Year.  I want to have genuine and real relationships with people that want me to be their friend.  


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Elf on a Shelf nonsense.

I am not a fan of the creepy weird Elf on a Shelf that people seem to have so much fun doing this time of the year.  Here is my facebook status rant about those creepy little bastards.

I had forgotten about that whole "Elf on a Shelf" weirdness that pops up this time of the year. I'm so glad that I didn't get in on that. I'm sure I'll hear from my two younger ones why doesn't the elf come to our house and I'll have to tell them; "because yo Mama ain't got time for no naughty elf up in here, up in here! You kids are naughty and messy enough, I ain't having any more. Plus I done put an elf protection spell on our house, yo."


So there you have my feelings on those things.  I understand that it is a nice little tradition for your family. I guess if you enjoy taking that precious time when our little heathen children are finally knocked out for the night and wasting it on playing with that disturbing looking androgynous elf.  If you want to spend those glorious quiet moments taking all the ornaments off the Christmas tree and replacing it with your kids underwear, go ahead.  I mean, I'll just be over here enjoying some peace and quiet before passing out and starting the day over again with these three kids.

I'm not sure I follow the logic of Santa sending an elf to watch you and make sure you are doing good but the elf itself is a horribly behaved demon.  How does that make sense?  Do people's kids not see the idiocy in that?  And the notes that the elf leaves behind?  Do your kids not recognize your handwriting?  My kids would.  Plus why would the elf suddenly be in a weird position, wouldn't it just go back to normal static position as soon as it knew you were about to wake up?

I'm glad we don't all have to subscribe to the same set of traditions.  This new one is lost on me.