Monday, June 21, 2010

Ghost - I want to see one - No I don't - Yes I do - No--

Every since I was a youngster, I've been fascinated with the likelihood that ghosts were among us. I used to stand in front of the sheets drying on the clothesline in the backyard and hold conversations like, "So, Casper, how's it hanging?" (A little ghost humor).

As time moved on and I grew into a more intelligent being, ahem, there were books, documentaries, and friends stories to inhale. Seems I couldn't get enough. I was/am just downright enthralled with the possibilities that these "sheets" walk among us.

Until the other night.

Nothing doing but I watch some show on the most haunted places in the world. Dumb, I repeat, dumb move. Being the official poster child for "Wimps" I won't even let my shadow come out unless no one else will talk to me.

So I'm knee-deep to a giraffe's butt in this doc, and instead of turning up the volume (another dumb move), I decided to move closer to the TV so I could see the "sheets" up close and personal-like.

Here's the scene...

Me straggle-legged smack dab in front of a big screen TV. I'm throwing down on some heavenly, gourmet brownies sent to me this weekend from a fan, the adorable KC Christensen-Lang, (she's getting a Christmas gift card this year).

With each scene...each "sheet" that comes into view, I'm getting more and more "afeared" as my granny used to say. One might say I had the "willies." Big time!

You simply don't mess with someone who has the willies. EVER.

THE SON, being the practical joker he is, (where does he get it?) comes in the room. Taking it all in and knowing I can be had, he runs in the laundry room, grabs a SHEET, sneaks up behind me and...lets out a blood-curdling scream while throwing the sheet over me and holding me down.

When a Queen meets a sheet, that Queen has a come-apart.

Let's just say I may be a wimp, but when it comes to ghost sheet busting, they NOW call me the Heavy-Weight Sheet Killer of the World.

Oh...and THE SON. You can send your get-well cards via email. I'll read them to him, since he is...under the sheets for a while.

JJ--da Queen of don't mess with yo mama


Anonymous Anonymous said... always. I'm a contender for the wimpy award. I'm from an island where supsertitions run wild and I have seen sheets/things that are unimaginable but if anyone wants to torture me to death with many sleepless nights, all they have to do is leave a spider in my bedroom. Logically ,I'm a bizillion and I mean a bizillion times bigger than the dang spider but I have in the past and probably will in the future hurt myself running and screaming...

8:52 AM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

When it comes to spiders, I become Jesse screamin' Owens and could set new records. So I'm there with ya, Hun.

9:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So now you'll have nightmares involving bed linens huh? Well, thanks to THE SON, you won't be able to look a sheet in the face for a long time to come! You may have to resort to online shopping for bed linen for fear of entering the sheets department in a store...your life has changed forever JJ just because you HAD to watch that program the other night!

Love the blog - as always

9:37 AM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Right you are again, Pinki, and let me say that the sheet wasn't the only thing needing changing that night.

10:05 AM  
Blogger Denise Jeffries. said...

NOw that I have picked myself up off the floor all I can say is wonderful. Tell the son, sorry but I'm laughing with him not at him. I must say though, as I've grown older (opps, did I say that out loud) I have found that things are a little more spooky now then I remember years ago. I hung with the best of um. My latest endeavor was watching, "Drag me to Hell," I don't know why. Someone brought it to work. Well, forty minutes into the movie, the curtains on the tv moved and I swear the curtains in my living room moved. That was all she wrote. Needless to say the DVD was immediately popped out of the tv and I turned to something a little more safer. Something like TV land or the cartoon network. My hubby called me a whimp, however, I got home very late the next day and he had watched the movie. Why was every light on in the house and he looked at me and said, "Don't watch that movie." I haven't.

6:45 PM  
Blogger Ruth said...

Ha ha, JJ, another good one. Do your kids know about this blog???

7:45 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Denise, I believe you when you say your curtain moved. Ewwww! I saw JAWS and have never gotten into the ocean since. We should have T-shirts and form the WIMPS-R-US club of America. Calling all WIMPS--unite!

8:21 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Ruth, they are clueless. Let's keep um that way, 'k?

8:22 PM  
Blogger Chatty Lady said...

Seen the BLOB so many years ago and then saw countless horror films, I don't mind the ones with Bella Lagousey, or The old Wolfman ones or Frankenstein. We all know they aren't real BUT Jack The Ripper, or The newer ones with serial killers galore scary the begeebies out of me. Now that I
live alone, I don't watch those kinds of films. Call me a coward or chicken dodo, and you'd be right. JJ good for you causing the SON to have to recover from mamma's sheet anger...

10:01 PM  
Blogger Queen Jaw Jaw said...

Dear Chicken Dodo...can I join your club?

6:16 AM  

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