Been awhile since I have written anything I know but what do you do right? Not much new in my world except I am a supervisor full time now which is pretty cool although I gave up a hell of a good shift to do so. The pay raise is nice when I get it; they fucked up on my pay scale yet again and if it is on the next pay all the retro pay is going to be taxed to death. My friend on the other hand has been waiting five weeks for his pay to be changed so he is going to get totally fucked when his pay goes through.

Got myself a new tattoo on the back of my arm it is a koy fish and yes it hurt like a son of a bitch but it is very nice job. It means fortune or luck or meeting your goals in life pick your poison. Me I have gotten married, been happy and have a have decent job does not get much better than that. Considering when I was younger I though I would drink myself to death and die in an alley or a ditch somewhere. God looks after fools and drunks they say and I guess I have full qualifications I guess. This Monday I am getting another tattoo then I have 4 or more to go then I will be done, but! Tattoos are very addictive so who knows right? I know me and my wife are both going to get a matching one with our names under it. But anyway enough of this rambling got to go the race is coming on (Bristol Baby!) and then I got to get ready to head to work have a good one talk to you all later.

I wonder if the society in North America is obsessed with death as a whole. This idea has been bouncing around in my head lately because all you see on TV Is violence and death. Think of all the action movies that are released. I wonder if this stems from the fact we have no idea what will happen to us when we die. When you die do you teeter on the edge of that big black abyss and fall down into the darkness forever? Hopefully there is something more, I have a couple of people I would like to come back and haunt periodically. Speaking of haunting I do believe there is something extra in this house.

When we first moved in I was up late having a few beer listening to some music with my headphones on and over the music I could swear I could hear the cupboards in the laundry room opening and closing. So I chalked this off as new house noises and cracked another beer and went back to my business. Another night I was here at the computer with a wicked buzz on listening to music with the head phones on (this is when I was on the 6 to 3 shift and I did not want to wake my wife) and I was sitting there playing spider solitaire while sipping on some suds. All of a sudden I had this feeling that there was some one there. Quick glance and a shrug nope no one there, then I got this image in my head that there was an old man standing behind me staring at me. I can see him now when I think back but I cannot describe him to you written words would not be suffice. So I got totally weirded out and got sobered up really fast. So I turned everything off and said good enough you win I going to bed.

The next time my friend Paul came over after work to borrow some DVD’s, when we entered to porch we both head some one walking across the floor over heads, then coming down the stairs. Looks like we woke someone up he said, so we walked to the living room no one there. I went up stairs and my wife and son were asleep, very strange.

So my wife kept telling me she hears someone walking around downstairs when I am not home I figured it was bass from car stereos when they are driving down the road because that gets loud sometimes or something similar. Well I heard it as well one night so I do believe her now. There are a couple of more things but I am not going to get into it, it does not to seem to be as active when I am around which is kind of perplexing to me. I do not feel like it means any harm which is a relief. The house is only 60 years old but who knows if there was another house on this foundation or the history of the land. I just wish it would behave itself in the night so my wife would not get freaked out.