Top Ten Tuesday – Haunted Locations I Want To Visit

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Top 10 Haunted Locations

I’m a total ghost geek. I admit it. Have been for…wow, at least since middle school. I believe in ghosts, I believe I’ve seen several. Also, I DREAM of being able to go to a haunted location. Even my hubby, who doesn’t believe in ghosts, has talked of taking me to one just because I want to go SO.BAD. So this top ten list – wasn’t easy. Narrowing it down to only 10 locations, but I did. There is no particular order in place here, because there isn’t one I’d want to go to more than another. I want to see them all-fully equipped with cameras, evp recorders, and video. Yeah, totally obsessed. 10. The Bird Cage Theater – Tombstone, Arizona. So much life, and death, passed through here and the tales of hauntings are pretty long standing. 9. The Stanley Hotel – Estes Park, CO. I wouldn’t be a ghost geek if I didn’t want to go to this one. 8. Myrtles Plantation – Francisville, LA. A ghost that shows up in lots of pictures?  Uh, yes please. 7. Whaley House – San Diego, CA. Rumors of a man (Yankee Jim), a woman, a small child, and even a small dog have been reported haunting this home for years. It was declared the most haunted house in the US by the Travel Channel. 6. Eastern State Penitentiary – Philadelphia, PA. Gives me the shivers just thinking about going…but that wouldn’t stop me. 5. Villisca Ax Murder House – Villisca, IA. Hundreds of years later the mystery of this house remains. It would be interesting to see what you could find there. 4. Lincoln Square Theater – Decature, IL. Evidence abounds out of this theater. I’d love to add to the stockpile. 3. Winchester Mystery House – San Jose, CA. Another one where I wouldn’t be a ghost geek if I didn’t want to go. 2. Lemp Mansion – St. Louis, MO. I was right near this one a couple of years back. Unfortunately, I was there on a mostly planned weekend and didn’t have time to get to the Lemp Mansion, but next time I go to St. Louis, I AM going to Lemp. 1. Waverly Hills Sanitorium – Louisville, KY. ‘Nuff said. ~The two most likely to happen are the Lemp Mansion and Waverly Hills, because those are within close driving distance. We’ve also talked about doing Waverly Hills since they have a way to sign up and do it.  It might yet happen… ~One house is notably absent, and I have many many reasons for it. That’s the Lizzie Borden House. I couldn’t add it to the list for personal reasons. ~Also not on the list are any places from Salem, MA or Gettysburg because…well, there isn’t any ONE place in those towns I could choose over another. I would want to go an experience the whole towns…so it didn’t feel right to add whole towns to the list. And that’s my list and caveats. What about you? Are you a ghost geek?  Tell me I’m not alone!!   Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


Growth

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I suck at resolutions. I really do. I’ve tried making them publicly, here on this blog, to have accountability and a place for public shaming if I fail. Doesn’t matter. I always drop them fast. Supah fast. So now when a new year comes along I don’t make big resolutions. This year, though, as I’m laid up after foot surgery, I’ve had time to reflect. 2013 saw a great many humongous highs. It also saw some dark and despairing lows. It turned into an unexpected year of flux. The last half of the year, especially, was a struggle in many ways. Now there’s a new year to face. I’m thinking the idea of picking a word for the year is appropriate. I’m going to call my word for this year at Growth. In every aspect I hope to grow. Personal. Blog-wise. Professionally with my writing. So here’s to growth. With as few growing “pains” as possible. Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


The Podophobe goes to the Podiatrist

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I know I’ve spoken of my podophobia before on a few occasions. I don’t.like.feet. At all. Not even a little bit. Which likely stemmed from my own foot issues and being the the dance world with a crap-ton of ugly feet. This year my own foot issues reached the breaking point and I had to get to the podiatrist. I know what was coming. Surgery. I knew it was inevitable. The truth of it is, a genetic issue got progressively worse until I was in pain. My big toe turned outward toward my pinky toe. It had reached a point where it was almost completely underneath my second toe. Only a triangle of nail was visible, which also meant I’d developed a large bunion.  The shocker was also a bone spur on my littlest toe. Surgery on 3 toes was the decree. So two weeks ago, 1 week before Christmas I climbed onto the surgeon’s table full of fear and anxiety and was asleep in a minute. When I woke, my foot looked like that. All bundled up and bandaged and at first, numb as can be (yay). Within 24 hours the numbness wore off and I had to deal with the pain, and trying to walk on crutches. It hasn’t been even a little bit easy. I’m such an independent person. Relying on everyone around me to handle the house, the kids, dinner, Christmas, new Years, and even my own food and drink. It’s been hard. On me. On the family. But I got to use a motorized shopping cart when the husband took me out to help my cabin fever. Sometimes the depression is bad. Sometimes I’m okay. But I’m on the mend. Slower than I wish, but as fast as the doctor had hoped. Today I became free of stitches & bandages. I have a boot/cast so I can ease back into walking. I only need a sock now and not full bandages, although my foot having free motion is an odd feeling after being wrapped up tight for two weeks. I’m not good at this. My brain thinks about what’s going on inside my foot. Makes me nauseous. But I’m trying. Read more »


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.