tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post4413896961051915869..comments2023-10-30T02:48:26.520-07:00Comments on Life . . . Minute by Minute: Paranormal? You Be The JudgeJudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16917139752555698353noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-57204983124465233452012-01-24T10:59:12.749-08:002012-01-24T10:59:12.749-08:00This vaguely reminds me of when Son-One was a litt...This vaguely reminds me of when Son-One was a little over a year old. He would often sit in the corner of the kitchen in our tiny apartment talking intently to someone or something we could not see. No toys in his hand, nothing, just staring off into the distance, clearing conversing with someone silent and invisible to us. Eeerie. <br /><br />Now, if he had suddenly been on top of the dining room table, I would've really freaked out. ;)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-35267924553829945022012-01-19T09:30:55.328-08:002012-01-19T09:30:55.328-08:00This reminds me of a Dean Koontz novel where a dog...This reminds me of a Dean Koontz novel where a dog had telekinesis -is that the right word? He could disappear and reappear in weird places, like on top of a cupboard or table. I'd be so freaked out by this.Julie DeMillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929034148906710834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-71422975793635334792012-01-19T04:27:22.229-08:002012-01-19T04:27:22.229-08:00My first thought was mouse or snake and jumping on...My first thought was mouse or snake and jumping on a chair to get onto the table - then realizing she couldn't get down! I know... boring, but I'd have turned that dining room inside out! (Then maybe settled on "ghost..." so really you just saved yourself that step!)Noisy Quiethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15127095448807063093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-28622294953687396522012-01-18T15:53:20.816-08:002012-01-18T15:53:20.816-08:00sebtown - no, we don't get earthquakes here . ...sebtown - no, we don't get earthquakes here . . . but it was so weird - she has never ever done anything like that before - get on the table. It could be a first, but I don't know . . . it's just really really strange. But I really believe that she sees things that we don't. Of that I am confident :)Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16917139752555698353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-447896939705749732012-01-18T15:48:47.258-08:002012-01-18T15:48:47.258-08:00Dogs are highly sensitive. I'm on the side of...Dogs are highly sensitive. I'm on the side of something happened or is going to happen. You guys ever get earthquakes where you are?Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-46203614575670630412012-01-18T09:47:28.764-08:002012-01-18T09:47:28.764-08:00Oh my! How eerie.
Poor Izzy, she'll be back t...Oh my! How eerie. <br />Poor Izzy, she'll be back to her old self soon, I hope.Larissa T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18054129254135419707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-68718799556145983022012-01-18T06:10:06.721-08:002012-01-18T06:10:06.721-08:00I'd be heading out to get some herbs (sage, I ...I'd be heading out to get some herbs (sage, I believe) to burn and make the bad spirit go away ..Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-37628001551819156752012-01-18T02:20:16.224-08:002012-01-18T02:20:16.224-08:00What a strange series of events. What caught my a...What a strange series of events. What caught my attention was the "girl who used to want nothing to do with dogs…" That's me, (not the girl part) to the extent that in SoCal, dogs belonged outside. Now, our bulldog allows Annie and me small slivers of the bed respectively, as he stakes out his spot, and snores up a storm. We are owned by a bulldog.Mark O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16295762252612104201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-35701914439009813632012-01-17T22:45:02.031-08:002012-01-17T22:45:02.031-08:00That would freak me out.That would freak me out.Tamera Brosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10936689822460368906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-83284223702776648732012-01-17T21:07:48.509-08:002012-01-17T21:07:48.509-08:00She always sleeps with us, Collie - who would have...She always sleeps with us, Collie - who would have thought from a girl who used to want nothing to do with dogs! <br /><br />Freaky is the perfect word, Michelle :)Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16917139752555698353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-88205903127027275552012-01-17T21:03:39.637-08:002012-01-17T21:03:39.637-08:00Is there music from the Twilight Zone playing? An...Is there music from the Twilight Zone playing? And have you or your husband checked the house. This feels so weird. Hope Izzy is okay. Will probably want to sleep with you tonight. :)Colliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02685045796347978263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790267042141485205.post-39194796512576704882012-01-17T20:45:21.032-08:002012-01-17T20:45:21.032-08:00Oh, freaky! Poor Izzy!Oh, freaky! Poor Izzy!Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05754778263332756663noreply@blogger.com