Deception At The Scare House

When we were driving home from the halloween party, Karl saw a sign that said Scare House. Figuring it could be fun, we decided to go with the boys. So, we drove down the road and followed the signs. It was a nice neighborhood with nice houses. We got there and stood in line. We were going to go with the next group. We anxiously waited and talked about how cool it will probably be. The people putting on the show were dressed up in scary costumes for the occasion and we were getting more and more excited as we waited. Finally, it was our turn. We went inside and the first thing was a dark hallway where a scary monster jumped out at us. After this, we were all led into the garage. It was all set up with black walls and black lights and several rows of folding chairs facing a big projector screen. We all sat down and there was a warning that some of the material may not be suitable for small children. My youngest is six and I decided to wait and see how it was. I mean, how scary could it be?

What came next instantly shocked me. First there were several words that flashed one at a time on the screen. They were words such as LUST, GREED, PERVERSION, etc. Next, the lights came on and a couple of teenagers came in doing a skit about a drug deal and one trying to push drugs on the other. In his hand was a bag of white powder (I am assuming this was flour???). While this was going on, I was becoming very uncomfortable and eyeballing the exit ready to grab the kids and walk out. Those teenagers left and in came a grown man and woman doing a skit about domestic violence and the husband and wife screaming at eachother in an extremely mean way. This was when I grabbed my children and walked out. Karl arrived outside a short time later and told me that after I walked out, the son of the two fighting came in and shot the dad and then shot himself. Of course, this was all just an act or a play, but the message was not what we would expect to see at a haunted house during Halloween. We had to explain to the children that this, although the stuff they were showing was pretty scary stuff, this was not what a real haunted house was like.

Now, I am guessing that these people are trying to spread their preaching word onto us and using halloween and a bit of deception to lead people into their game. I am outraged about this. I think it is completely wrong. It is one thing to invite people, of their own free will, to come hear a preaching message, but it is another thing to deceive people. They did not offer us any warning while we were standing in line. In fact one of the women putting on the show came up and made spooky sounds around us and seemed to like our costumes and saw my two young children standing there and did not say a single thing about what we were about to walk into.

This happened in Mesa off of Guadalupe and Dobson. If you see signs for a Scare House, beware…it is probably not what you are expecting at all.

Eight Great Years

Here I am at another anniversary of that important life-changing day 8 years ago. It is a good day and I continue to progress to the positive side of the spectrum. Thanks to all who have helped me along the way. Kisses and Hugs to all.

Purging

Things are in fast-forward mode, once again. I have a lot to do in a short period of time (my specialty, right?). It is one of those times, when everything is changing, and I am in high gear planning and implementing a goal. And it is during times like these that I tend to spend a lot of time, going over, in my mind, some important memories that led to this turning point, and I think of a lot of the important lessons that I have experienced in my life. And I spend a lot of time formulating plan A and plan B and trying to be sure that I think of everything in order to avoid surprises and setbacks. And sometimes, during these times, my thoughts become a whirlpool of memories and reminiscing as I pack all of my things into boxes and label each one and try to organize the non-replaceable memories separate from the replaceable things, and as I am doing this, I run across a scrap piece of paper with some notes scribbled on it, that would just be trash if it were not for the memory that comes clear in my head each time I look at that paper with the notes scribbled on it, and then I put it back in the same little drawer of my jewelry box where it has been for over five years now, and I think of that day that those notes were written and it reminds of the first year for my second son Lucas…kids are fun at that age when so much stuff is new to them.


This time, I am actually taking some time in my packing more than other moves. This time, I am taking some extra time to organize the stuff that I am keeping and get rid of a bunch of stuff that I have been keeping for way too long. I probably will not get rid of that scrap piece of paper just yet, and, of course, I am going to hang on to all of those journals that hold my thoughts, adventures and poetry for the past 20 years, but I AM getting rid of some of the junk that I have been accumulating and carrying with me since highschool, late teens, early twenties, mid twenties, and late twenties. I am getting rid of all the mix-matched furniture that I have accumulated all of these years from garage sales, hand-me-downs, dumpster dives, etc. I am getting rid of a bunch of stuff and leaving a bunch behind and I am actually wiping my hands of a lot more than I ever have before.


I feel as though I am suddenly on auto-pilot ever since the airplane landed in Florida a couple weeks ago and I realized that I needed to move closer to my family. I was suddenly swept away by a whirlwind of a different direction. After 17 years of running, and searching for something that I just would not believe could not exist, I have finally decided to give up on a hopeless dream and go home, and thanks to a recent series of events, my heart is beating stronger than ever before and I am not afraid and I am not weak and I am not burning any bridges this time and I am not leaving behind any unfinished business and I am dumping all of the crap that I have been sweeping under the rug for way too many years.

Winds Of Change

A lot of things are changing in my life and there have been an interesting sequence of events in the past week.  The winds of change are finally blowing me away from the brick wall instead of into it.  Amazing how on top of the world I suddenly feel.

New Classes

Class started again on Monday.  I am taking interplanetary geology and chemistry II.  It is all very exciting.  It definitely feels good to be back in school.  Hopefully, soon, I can go back to school full time.  I am also gearing up to get my house on the market in November.  I am not going to start any more projects.  From here on out, it is just finish the remaining little bit and make it look as nice as possible for selling.  The next owner can take up where I left off.  I have had enough.  Being in graduate school is going to take up a lot of my time and I would just prefer to live in a house that I can come home to each day and feel like I am at home.  Although renovating this house was a lot of fun and I learned a great deal that I would not trade for anything, I am just ready to be done with it.

Trees

Yesterday, we dug up a few small trees from Karl’s backyard.  Two of them, we planted in big pots for each of my sons to grow.  One of them we put in the front yard.  It was a good feeling to transplant the tree and it will be really neat to watch it grow.  Maybe we will drive by in ten years and see the tree grown up.

Catching Up

Tonight, after work, I finally cleaned up the spare bedroom.  I hadn’t really gone in there since my roommate moved out.  I know it has been a while since I have had anything to say, but that will be changing.  I had a roommate for a little while, and although it wasn’t all bad, it really wasn’t that great.  Now he is gone and I cleaned the room that he occupied and soon I will paint it.  It was good to finally get it done.  It has  been a few weeks since he left and I had been keeping the door closed and avoiding the whole process.  I seem to be pretty good at avoiding things sometimes.

Newsflash: I received a pretty good review at work and some other exciting things have happened in the last week.  Time to go, but I will tell you about it all later.

Back From Missouri

My business trip to Joplin, Missouri went very well.  I was well prepared and impressed our customer.  I arrived back home Friday evening and was glad to be back.  Saturday I had a barbeque pool party at my house.  There were a bunch of good friends, a bunch of good food, lots of jungle juice and swimming in the pool.  Sunday, I spent most of the afternoon and evening doing chemistry homework.  My sons are still in San Diego with their father, and I am keeping very busy enjoying my break.