Hello again, Abby here... Who else would it be? Teehee.
Not surprisingly, I've been on youtube a lot lately. I really like the 'how to' tutorials because I really like learning new things. Also, I found a lot of knitting videos! woohoo! Right now, I'm knitting a long hat to replace the one I lost. I really hate losing things. Especially things that I spent a long time making myself.
I really have to get my butt into gear when it comes to knitting because I want to have an inventory that I can sell this winter. Extra money for Christmas and birthdays coming up in January (mine, my son's, my grandmother's birthdays, all within three days!) But that's not why we are so close. Maybe a good reason why we understand each other....
So along with knitting hats, I think I'll try my hand at some other things too. I downloaded a few e-books on different things to knit. I was checking them out a bit the other day.
I'm not much of a sewer, but I saw this neat thing called: The Golden Rule Sewing System. It is an easy way to make your own patterns based on a universal measurement system thingy. It is supposed to give you the perfect fit based on two measurements. The bust (or chest, or annex) measurements and the hip/waist measurements. It is pretty cool. Expensive, but there are ways to find things... It can come in handy knitting as well as sewing. I also crochet.
Another thing I've been up to is watching Ghost Adventures. I've always been interested in the mysterious. When I watch it before going to bed, I often have dreams that I'm ghost hunting with the Ghost Adventures Crew... Zak, Nick, and Aaron. I have a guess on what sign of the zodiac each one is. I think it would be weird if I was right.
I sometimes get these hunches about people. Sometimes I can pull names out of the air, or dates. It is freaky when I'm right. I sat next to a guy at a bar I used to go to (and will never go to again) and I asked him if he was born in a fall month. He said yes. I asked him if he was born in September. He said yes. I asked him if he was born on the 17th. He said yes. A complete stranger!
The bar tender... I knew he is a Taurus. I guessed his middle name correctly, I even narrowed his birthday down to 3 guesses and I was right on one of the guesses. I think he thought I was stalking him or something. I'm too busy knitting, reading, and watching Ghost Adventures to stalk anyone. Besides, I know how it feels to be stalked.... That's another story for another blog post.
Another time, I was at another bar. I asked another stranger some questions. I picked up a couple of names and I asked him if he knew anyone by those names. I named both of his in-laws! He just thought it was all coincidences. There are a lot of non-believers out there. I haven't been using my ability very often and I know I should practice more and see if I can get better at this.
I had the ability when I was younger too. One day, when I lived with my Grandmother, I kept getting the name Peter in my head. I asked my Grandmother if there was anyone named Peter who used to live in her house. I knew she would know because my Grandparents used to live across the street from where they lived. It was true. The family had a son named Peter. I kept getting weird vibes in that house when I was alone there. I always stayed in the addition to the house that was built off the kitchen. You used to be able to walk out the kitchen door to the backyard until the addition was built. Also, I always had to keep the basement door closed. To me, it was like a portal.
I was in the basement when I had an experience that made me believe in the unexplained. I used to sleep in the basement. I had a cot set up there and I was sitting on the edge of it, when a closet door opened and closed! There was no way it could have just done it itself. In the basement there was no wind. The door itself has a latch on it and the only way it can open is if the latch unlatches. The latch is on the inside of the door. The only way it can stay closed is if it is relatched. I sat there, scared. I thought I'd better go check it out. I summoned up the courage to go open the door and look in the closet. I found nothing!
I keep thinking that there is something inside that house. Some sort of spirit. In that basement is a little room where the washer/dryer/work bench/furnace/wine cellar are. I always got the weirdest vibes in there, like I was being watched all the time. I always kept that door closed, too. Sometimes I did my homework in there, at the work bench, and I used to tinker with old phones, taking them apart and putting them back together...
Anyway, the wine cellar room. A very small room that was behind the closet that I saw the door open and close. I kept thinking that someone died in there. I was talking to a friend (whom I haven't seen in years and who I can't see anymore because of a stalking incident). She is highly intuitive and she said she felt like someone killed themselves in there.
I heard a story that went like this: A family used to live in that house before my family did. The husband was sick and had to go to the hospital. While he was in the hospital, his wife left him. When he returned home from the hospital, he found that his wife was gone and took practically everything with her. She left him a set of dishes, like one plate, one set of cutlery, a chair and a bed. I think he became so distraught that he killed himself in the room my Grandfather used as a wine cellar.
There were other places I lived that spooked me. One place is on Main Street. It has become a barber shop with the upstairs turned into an apartment. The basement had this 'room' which was basically a hole in the wall and the rest was dug out. The floor was a dirt floor. It still bothers me when I think about it because I think there is something burried there that wants to be dug up. I sometimes have dreams about that place and going back there. In my dreams, I am digging in there and find skeletons burried there. There could be... As far as I know, nobody has checked. That house used to be used as a doctors office before my family moved in there and the fact that only part of it is being used as a residence makes me feel like nobody really wants to live there.
Anyway, I keep thinking about the Ghost Adventures crew. I think it'd be cool if they came to Ottawa. I'd buy them a round or two :) I think they should check out a place here called: The Billings Estate. I've always been drawn to that place since the first time I've been there when I was a kid. I had an experience there, too. A few, actually. I always used to ask my Mother to take me to their little cemetary where the Billings Family is burried. I want to go back there at night and take some pictures, see if I can get anything, an orb, something. Some people brought their cameras and caught orbs. I just go by my feeling. I can feel if there is something there. Even if I can't see it. It'd be so cool if they came to Ottawa, and invited me to be a guest investigator in a lockdown at the Billings Estate. I'd never forget that as long as I live. A dream come true is what it'd be for me. So if they end up reading this... If they consider it, and if it actually came to pass, it would be one of the most exciting experiences of my life! *Hint, hint* *Wink, wink*
Not surprisingly, I've been on youtube a lot lately. I really like the 'how to' tutorials because I really like learning new things. Also, I found a lot of knitting videos! woohoo! Right now, I'm knitting a long hat to replace the one I lost. I really hate losing things. Especially things that I spent a long time making myself.
I really have to get my butt into gear when it comes to knitting because I want to have an inventory that I can sell this winter. Extra money for Christmas and birthdays coming up in January (mine, my son's, my grandmother's birthdays, all within three days!) But that's not why we are so close. Maybe a good reason why we understand each other....
So along with knitting hats, I think I'll try my hand at some other things too. I downloaded a few e-books on different things to knit. I was checking them out a bit the other day.
I'm not much of a sewer, but I saw this neat thing called: The Golden Rule Sewing System. It is an easy way to make your own patterns based on a universal measurement system thingy. It is supposed to give you the perfect fit based on two measurements. The bust (or chest, or annex) measurements and the hip/waist measurements. It is pretty cool. Expensive, but there are ways to find things... It can come in handy knitting as well as sewing. I also crochet.
Another thing I've been up to is watching Ghost Adventures. I've always been interested in the mysterious. When I watch it before going to bed, I often have dreams that I'm ghost hunting with the Ghost Adventures Crew... Zak, Nick, and Aaron. I have a guess on what sign of the zodiac each one is. I think it would be weird if I was right.
I sometimes get these hunches about people. Sometimes I can pull names out of the air, or dates. It is freaky when I'm right. I sat next to a guy at a bar I used to go to (and will never go to again) and I asked him if he was born in a fall month. He said yes. I asked him if he was born in September. He said yes. I asked him if he was born on the 17th. He said yes. A complete stranger!
The bar tender... I knew he is a Taurus. I guessed his middle name correctly, I even narrowed his birthday down to 3 guesses and I was right on one of the guesses. I think he thought I was stalking him or something. I'm too busy knitting, reading, and watching Ghost Adventures to stalk anyone. Besides, I know how it feels to be stalked.... That's another story for another blog post.
Another time, I was at another bar. I asked another stranger some questions. I picked up a couple of names and I asked him if he knew anyone by those names. I named both of his in-laws! He just thought it was all coincidences. There are a lot of non-believers out there. I haven't been using my ability very often and I know I should practice more and see if I can get better at this.
I had the ability when I was younger too. One day, when I lived with my Grandmother, I kept getting the name Peter in my head. I asked my Grandmother if there was anyone named Peter who used to live in her house. I knew she would know because my Grandparents used to live across the street from where they lived. It was true. The family had a son named Peter. I kept getting weird vibes in that house when I was alone there. I always stayed in the addition to the house that was built off the kitchen. You used to be able to walk out the kitchen door to the backyard until the addition was built. Also, I always had to keep the basement door closed. To me, it was like a portal.
I was in the basement when I had an experience that made me believe in the unexplained. I used to sleep in the basement. I had a cot set up there and I was sitting on the edge of it, when a closet door opened and closed! There was no way it could have just done it itself. In the basement there was no wind. The door itself has a latch on it and the only way it can open is if the latch unlatches. The latch is on the inside of the door. The only way it can stay closed is if it is relatched. I sat there, scared. I thought I'd better go check it out. I summoned up the courage to go open the door and look in the closet. I found nothing!
I keep thinking that there is something inside that house. Some sort of spirit. In that basement is a little room where the washer/dryer/work bench/furnace/wine cellar are. I always got the weirdest vibes in there, like I was being watched all the time. I always kept that door closed, too. Sometimes I did my homework in there, at the work bench, and I used to tinker with old phones, taking them apart and putting them back together...
Anyway, the wine cellar room. A very small room that was behind the closet that I saw the door open and close. I kept thinking that someone died in there. I was talking to a friend (whom I haven't seen in years and who I can't see anymore because of a stalking incident). She is highly intuitive and she said she felt like someone killed themselves in there.
I heard a story that went like this: A family used to live in that house before my family did. The husband was sick and had to go to the hospital. While he was in the hospital, his wife left him. When he returned home from the hospital, he found that his wife was gone and took practically everything with her. She left him a set of dishes, like one plate, one set of cutlery, a chair and a bed. I think he became so distraught that he killed himself in the room my Grandfather used as a wine cellar.
There were other places I lived that spooked me. One place is on Main Street. It has become a barber shop with the upstairs turned into an apartment. The basement had this 'room' which was basically a hole in the wall and the rest was dug out. The floor was a dirt floor. It still bothers me when I think about it because I think there is something burried there that wants to be dug up. I sometimes have dreams about that place and going back there. In my dreams, I am digging in there and find skeletons burried there. There could be... As far as I know, nobody has checked. That house used to be used as a doctors office before my family moved in there and the fact that only part of it is being used as a residence makes me feel like nobody really wants to live there.
Anyway, I keep thinking about the Ghost Adventures crew. I think it'd be cool if they came to Ottawa. I'd buy them a round or two :) I think they should check out a place here called: The Billings Estate. I've always been drawn to that place since the first time I've been there when I was a kid. I had an experience there, too. A few, actually. I always used to ask my Mother to take me to their little cemetary where the Billings Family is burried. I want to go back there at night and take some pictures, see if I can get anything, an orb, something. Some people brought their cameras and caught orbs. I just go by my feeling. I can feel if there is something there. Even if I can't see it. It'd be so cool if they came to Ottawa, and invited me to be a guest investigator in a lockdown at the Billings Estate. I'd never forget that as long as I live. A dream come true is what it'd be for me. So if they end up reading this... If they consider it, and if it actually came to pass, it would be one of the most exciting experiences of my life! *Hint, hint* *Wink, wink*
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