Obsession

So, I am not too embarrassed to admit I have a small, lets call it a... fascinations with ghosts.  I really love scary movies.  I also really love haunted houses.  Not the kind you pay money to get into, but more the ones that you enter through an "open" window.  (As a side note, my criminal record will not be discussed during this post).  So the other night when Jude told me he couldn't sleep because there was a ghost in his room (yeah....fan shadow) my mind started thinking of all of the scary things I've seen in my life.  I'm sure some of you are thinking of my haunted microwave - but truthfully, that never really scared me.  It was more of a good chuckle.

All of that being said, I've never seen a ghost.  I should also add that I've never seen an alien.  Just throwing that out there.  Right after my grandpa passed away a few years ago I remember talking to him a lot during night time baby feedings.  I would sit in Ella's room, in the dark, and say out loud that even though I missed and loved him very, very much....he had better not come to me in ghost form.  Thank goodness he still hasn't.

I guess ghosts and I have a rocky relationship.  I love being spooked - I don't love seeing the ghost of an old lady looking at books in the library:  

So, what say ye?  Are ghosts super awesome or super creepy?  Have you or anyone you know ever seen a ghost?  I'm not sure if I'd run away screaming bloody murder, or if I'd just go straight into the fetal position.  Who knows, maybe seeing a ghost really isn't even that scary.  Either way - I'm up for a good ghost story.

BDEM:  I perused the mall today.  We left without a thing, and I was super agitated that in the little time we were there I had to take Jude to the bathroom twice (#1, then #2 ten minutes later) AND change a poopy diaper - but it was retail therapy.  Fossil has some really cute bags, no?  Kind of fell in love with this one today: