Sunday Morning

Look what we woke up to on Sunday morning. Thankfully the appeal of shovelling snow is on the top of Kaelen's to-do-list.

The Magic of Mr. Boo

Sometime in the early 90's

Back in the days, we thought that we were pretty cool as we had an 8 person hot tub. Mom had converted Dad's old workshop into an indoor hot tub room, which also doubled as a sauna seeing as it was located in this tiny room in the basement. We loved this hot tub except when it came to having to empty the thing. The jets were located about mid level, so when draining the hot tub, we would have to bail out about 60% of the tub via a bucket and then dump into a sink. This was a lot of water to bail out, but a small price to pay when it allowed us the luxury of warm relaxation and of course the coolness around your fellow friends.

Mr. Boo decided to take pitty on us one night, however obviously didn't realize that Mom had a night of rowdiness planned for the following night. My mom checked the chemicals in the hot tub at about 11:00 PM, just before heading to bed, to ensure that all was good for her party. At about 7:00 am the next morning, when she was getting ready for work, she thought that she heard some grinding. As she searched around for the noise, her hunt lead her to the hot tub room. The motor was making a loud over worked noise. Fearful that this meant that it was on the frizt and that the water was likely freezing cold, she lifted the lid to the hot tub only to discover that the hot tub was bone dry; water gone. Where did the water go, only Mr. Boo knows. But we can tell you that the hot tub couldn't have leaked as it would have flooded the basement and there was not enough time for it to dry out.

Saturday Night in Our House

With birthday parties planned for Sunday and of course football Sunday, then comes a long Monday with work and daycare; we figured the only chance to get ready for Halloween was tonight.

Daddy and Kaelen carved the pumpkins while Mommy baked up a batch of monster cookies for Kaelen to bring to all of his goblin friends at daycare on Monday.

All in all, it was a picture perfect family night.

Kaelen's pumpkin

Not too sure if he really wants to be sticking his hand into the squishy pumpkin

The finished product. Good job Daddy!


Turned my back for one minute and guess who got caught sampling the Monster Cookie dough?

A Tale of Mr. Boo

My sister Christie and I grew up as best friends. We were literally joined at the hip and could finish one another's sentences without even a second thought. We were and still are like twins, despite the two year age difference between us. One could never accuse us of having a lack of an imagination, and it was times like this, that Mr. Boo likely was rolling on the ground with laughter as we would valiantly try to point out his existence .......

Sometime in the early 80's

I can't remember exactly how old we were, but we shared a bedroom upstairs in what we called the Attic. It wasn't really an attic, but the house was old and the roof was sloped in on each side, so it certainly resembled an attic to an overly active imagination. On this particular night though, our imaginations did not have a chance to create something truly exciting nor scary as we were awoken from a peaceful slumber. It was dark out and out of the blue, an old vinyl pull down blind decided to snap open all on it's own. The loud snap of the blind was enough to bring instant terror into our little hearts so we called upon our dragon slayer to come and save us, AKA: Super Daddy. Once daddy determined that there were no dragons to slay and that it was only just a blind that had opened, we were tucked safely back into our beds. It was shortly thereafter that mischievious Mr. Boo decided to dump all of the contents out of our playroom school desks. It was as if he picked up the end, lifted it up and all of the stored junk inside noisely fell to the floor. After about 10 minutes of this, we called upon our dragon slayer once more to come and save us. Up the steep, crickety stairs Super Daddy did come only to reassure us that the desks were just fine and that we were imagining things. Off downstairs once more Dad did go, with Christie and I tucked safely into our beds. About half an hour later, just as we were drifting off to sleep, Mr. Boo decided to dump the contents of the desks out once more. Truly terrified now, we screamed out little hearts out in hopes that Super Daddy would once again done his cape and come to our rescue. Instead however, Irrate and Irritated Daddy came and gave us a stern lecture. Never one to not take advantage of a situation, I promptly broke down into hysterics at which my Dad practically booted my butt down stairs to Mom to go and sleep in the basement. Being the ever thoughtful sister that I am, I desserted poor Christie to Mr. Boo, who in turn tormented her for at least another hour of dumping the desks. Her saving grace was sleeping under her covers as she figured that braving Mr. Boo was a much safer option than braving pissed off Daddy and risking the same fate as her sister.

A Tribute to Mr. Boo

For as long as I can remember, Mr. Boo has been an integral part of my life. He came to visit us when I was just a baby and would continue to come for irregular visits from there on in. Each time he arrived, he brought with him an air of mystery and excitement and perhaps just a tad bit of fear. Despite his oddness, Mr. Boo has always been considered as a member of our family.

You see - I have never actually met Mr. Boo face to face; he is our family ghost. Seriously. Our family has a ghost, so in honor of Halloween just around the corner, I thought that I would let you all know about this interesting individual. I will try to post a story of Mr. Boo's hauntings each day up until Halloween.

Fall 1972

Mr. Boo made one of his first appearances (to my knowledge anyways) on a cold fall night. Mom and Dad had friends over for their ritual weekend of playing cards; crib specifically. For some reason or another, I was put to sleep in my parents room in the middle of their bed. Half way into the night, my parents heard a loud thump that came from their bedroom. Their immediate thought was that I had rolled off the bed. Up jumps Mom to run into the bedroom to ensure that little Allie was doing okay. The thing is, is that she could not get the bedroom door to open - it would only open a crack. The door had been closed to block out the rambuncious noise due to the friendly card competition and of course, a few Kokanees. My mom first tried to open the door and couldn't. She told my Dad that she couldn't get it open so he in turn tried. Low and behold, something was blocking the door from the inside that wouldn't allow them to open the door more than a tight squeeze. What could it be?

It was their bed with little Allie still peacefully sleeping. Somehow, the bed had mysteriously travelled across the bedroom to rest very close to the door. My mom was able to squeeze through the small opening to move the bed enough to allow my dad to get in as well. So the question begs: How did that bed get across the room?

Until tomorrow ...... Happy Hauntings!!!!!!