Still damn sick. Also I talk crazy about ghosts.

Blogged on Thursday, January 24th, 2008 by Rachael. Filed in Blog365, Randomness.

This evening, we took the kids to a “Family Science Fair” that promised us FREE PIZZA!! beforehand.  So of course we went, being cheap-ass moneygrubbers.  Oh, and also science is cool.  ;)

The kids learned how to make robots out of four markers, three tongue depressors, two AA batteries, a bunch of scotch tape, and a small electric motor.  When it was done, it was drawing interesting stuttered circles on the paper that covered the tables.  Pretty cool, actually.

Then, we sat in the auditorium while a gentleman from a place I don’t remember the name of (I’m sorry, sir, and you seemed so nice too) held and displayed various snakes, lizards, turtles, and tortoises.  His coup de grace was a PYTHON, which I LOVE, SO MUCH, and I wanted to touch it so bad!  Unfortunately, I had mister Grumpy McNo-I-Won’t-Pants to deal with.

Ian flipped out while we were sitting down in the auditorium - they have those movie theater seats, the kind that flip up when not being sat in - and began screaming bloody murder.  Apparently the deal was mostly that he wanted to sit down on the seat himself, dammit, and didn’t want help, except that the seat wouldn’t go down for him to sit on (and also he got his foot caught on the first try) unless I helped, but he simultaneously wanted that and DID NOT want it, so I had to escape with him like all good mommies before me: peeling him off the seats and his brother and sister, because somehow hanging onto surrounding people and furniture is better than actually, you know, LEAVING.

After we left, he had big sad eyes and lots of “NO! NO!” about everything for about fifteen minutes before he calmed down enough to go back in.  We ended up catching the last half of the presentation, which is awesome because like I said, I love snakes.  LOVE.  He was fine too, running around the back of the big room and getting as close to the reptiles as he possibly could, when their handler walked them past us.

(I realize that there are way too many words in all-caps here, but I refuse to care.  I’m still sick and I can do what I want!  Also I realize I’ve been swearing more than normal.  My apologies.)

Later when we came home, my boyfriend explained to me partly why Ian had flipped out the way he did.

Ready?

There is an - how do you say it - undead janitor in the high school building where we were, and he was sweeping the floor near us.  Ian got a peek at him and got pretty upset.  Apparently his head has parts missing.  EW.

(I don’t see things, but I can usually tell something is around.  Troy can see things, Joey does, and Ian can.  He’s almost pre-born, like Paul’s little sister Alia from Dune, if you know what I’m talking about.  The kid is ridiculously intelligent and sometimes knows things he shouldn’t.)

If you’ve decided to quit reading me now, then you’re a pansy!  Just kidding.  Seriously.  It turns out that real life is way weirder than I ever thought it was.

Do you guys have any ghost stories from where you live?  Things that go bump in the night?  Because I already got bored Googling “haunted mount morris high school” and coming up with nothing but Halloween listings.  :)

P.S. Undead doesn’t mean zombie, just FYI.  I’m not THAT crazy.