Weblog of SLEEPYHAZELEYES

Mood: FUSTRATED AND CONFUSED
Listening to: THE SOUND OF THE COMPUTER KEYS CLICKING AWAY

   SEEMS LIKE MY PAGE IS UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. I WAS HAVING SOME PROBLEMS WITH GETTING ON MY BLOG. I KEPT GETTING THAT STUPID WHITE ERROR PAGE. OR WEBPAGE CAN NOT BE FOUND.

SO, I LEFT OFF WITH WE MY HUSBAND AND MYSELF HEARD HER VOICE. HE CALLED TO HER AND NO ANSWER THEN HE CALL TO HER AGAIN AND SHE ANSWERED ANNOYED. SO, MY HUSBAND AND I LOOKED AT EACH OTHER AND SAID "SHE'S ALIVE" SO, BEING THE SNOOPY SNIFFER THAT I AM. I HAD TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO CHECK OUT THIS DELIMA. I SAT DOWN UPSET THAT I SPILLED MY BEER AND I DID NOT SEE HER. WELL, MY GRAND OLD BRAIN STARTS TO THINKING. WHERE IS SHE? I THINK THAT WAS HER. OKAY, I SAY TO MYSELF. LET'S CHECK OUT THE CLOTHES LINE. I WILL TAKE A LOOK FOR HER BLOOMERS ON THE LINE. I SAY BLOOMERS CAUSE THE ARE PRETTY BIG AND HOLD AIR IN THE WIND LIKE A KITE.    


SO, I FIGURE THAT IS WHAT I WILL DO. HE ALWAYS HAS HIS WAS OUT AND HERS. BUT THERE HAS BEEN NO BLOOMER SITEINGS LATELY. SO, I STROLL UP THE HILL OF MY PROPERTY AND STICK MY HEAD IN THE BUSHES TO GET A LOOK AT THE CLOSE LINE. I DON'T SEE ANY THING THAT LOOKS LIKE HER STUFF OUT ON THE LINE. HHMMMMM.....OKAY, IWILL HAVE TO GO OVER THERE. DO I DARE. WHAT IF HE KILLS ME OR KNOCKS ME ON THE HEAD. MY HUSBAND TAKES A LOOK AND SEES NOTHING EITHER. HE WALKS AROUND FRONT TO SEE IF HE CAN SEE ANYTHING FROM THAT ANGLE. NOPE. NOTHING.

AS HE IS WALKING BACK TO OUR BACKYARD I MEET UP WITH HIM. WE STOP AND DISCUSS A MOMENT. NOW, THIS FAMILY IS RATHER WEIRD TO SAY THE LEAST. THEY HAVE STRANGE PLANTS AND TRESS AND VINES OF EVERYTYPE. THE GROW THEIR TOMATOS UPSIDE DOWN ON THIS WEIRD THING AND HAVE A HUGE SCARECROW. HE WALKS AROUND IN THONGS AND BOXERS SHE ALWAYS HAD THOSE "MOO-M00" TYPE FLOWING DRESS LIKE THINGS ON. NEVER ANYTHING THAT YOU COULD FIGURE OUT IF SHE IS MAN OR WOMAN. SHE LOOKS VERY MANLY. WE ARE THINKING ABOUT GOING OVER THERE. WE ARE MAKING A PLAN. PLANS ARE GOOD.

I LOOK OVER AT THE PINK GRANITE HEADSTONE  AND THEIR CAT ONCE AGAIN IS SUNNYING HIMSELF ON IT.ALL OF A SUDDEN I HEAR SOMEONE WALKING ON THE SIDE OF THEIR HOUSE. I CAN'T REALLY SEE. THEN I SEE THIS PERSON. ONLY THE BACK TOP PART. DRESSED IN PINK WALKING DOWN THE DRIVEWAY AND TO THE FRONT ENTRANCE OF THE HOUSE. YOU CAN'T SEE TO WELL BECAUSE OF ALL THE TREES AND WEIRD STUFF THEY HAVE HANGING ALL OVER THE PLACE AND THE VINES AND FLOWERS AND STRANGE OBJECTS. IT REALLY IS A SPOOKY PLACE. NOW, I AM WONDERING WAS THAT HER?

IT COULD OF BEEN,COULD OF BEEN NOT. HMMMMM.......I DON'T SEE HIM ANYWHERE AND SHE (I THINK) IS GONE NOW. OF COUSRE MY MIND STARTS GOING. WHAT IF HE DRESSED UP TO MAKE IT APPEAR TO BE HER. HE HAS THOSE GUY BOOBS AND COULD WEAR A BRA AND WEAR ONE OF THOSE MOO-MOO'S. I TURN TO MY HUBBY AND SAY. DID YOU SEE THAT? HE SHAKES HIS HEAD. NOW WHAT DO WE DO. DO WE STILL GO OVER AND KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT THEIR LOVELY GARDENS? YEAH, RIGHT LOVELY GARDENS. CREEPY GARDENS. WE DECIDE AGAINST IT

ALL I CAN THINK OF IS THAT OLD ALFRED HITCHCOCK MOVIE"PHYSCO" YOU KNOW THE ONE WHERE THE SON KILLS HIS MOTHER AND DRESSES UP LIKE HER TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SHES ALIVE. HE CAN EVEN TALK LIKE HER. HE HOLDS CONVERSATIONS WITH HIMSELF.ONE TALKING LIKE HIS MOM AND THEN HE'D ANSWER IN HIS VOICE. MAYBE WHAT I THOUGHT I HEARD WAS NOT HER AT ALL. MAYBE HE RECORDED HER SAYING SOME THINGS. SO WHEN HE  NEEDS TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE THEY ARE TALKING HE PLAYS HIS RECORDER. WHO KNOWS.

WELL, NOW I DON'T SEE A THING. NO THONG BOY NOR HER. WHAT TO DO.? WHAT TO DO? NO ONE EVER GOES OVER THERE. NO VISTORS AT ALL. JUST THE BALD SON. HE SHAVES HIS HEAD AND IS RATHER BIG. HIS TRUCK IS THERE QUITE OFTEN TAKING THINGS OUT OF THE HOUSE AND THE FATHER AND HIM DRIVE AWAY.

NOW, I AM IN THE HOUSE LOOKING THRU THE UPSTAIRS WINDOW. I SEE MOVEMENT IN THEIR BACKYARD. IT'S HIM. HE IS DUMPING SOMETHING IN THE CORNER WHERE HE HAS A COMPOST PILE. A BIG COMPOST PILE. I CAN'T SEE EXCATELY WHAT IT IS. I DO SEE HE IS TURNING THE STUFF OVER. DID HE BRING OUT ANOTHER PEICE OF HIS WIFE TO DECOMPOSE IN THE CORNER OF HIS YARD.? THAT'S IT I AM GOING OVER THERE RIGHT NOW......DOWN THE STAIRS I GO TO CONFRONT THIS GUY. BY THE TIME I GET DOWNSTAIRS HE HAS GOTTEN IN THE SONS TRUCK AND DRIVES AWAY. SO , I STARE OVER AT THEIR KITCHEN WINDOW TO SEE IF I SEE HER. NOPE. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY TO ME . I SAW MY OTHER NIEGHBOR AND ASKED THEM IF THEY HAVE SEEN HER. THEY HAD NOT. SO, I KNOW I AM NOT JUST MISSING HER. I REALLY COULD NOT SAY IF THAT PERSON WAS HER OR NOT. STRANGE.WHAT DO YOU THINK.?

WE STILL HAVE NOT SEEN HER NOR HEARD HER AT ALL. HER CAR APPEARS AND DISAPPEARS. CLOTHES GO ON THE LINE AND ARE TAKEN IN. THE DOG STILL COMES OVER TO PISS ON MY FLOWERS AND HE STILL TROTS AROUND HALF NAKED. IT'S BEEN MANY WEEKS NOW. HE HAS COME AND GONE MANY TIMES. HE HAS LEFT FOR A FEW DAYS AND COMES BACK AND THE SON CHECKS THE HOUSE. I DON'T KNOW WHEN AND IF WE WILL EVER FIGURE THIS THING OUT. EVEN IF SHE LEFT HIM OR WENT SOMEWHERE TO VISIST SOMEONE WITHOUT HIM. WHY THE PINK GRANITE HEADSTONE. WHO KNOWS. WHEN AND IF ANY NEW DEVOLOMENT SHOULD TAKE PLACE I WILL LET YOU ALL KNOW. BUT FOR NOW... I JUST WILL WAIT AND WATCH...

WELL, THAT IS IT FOR NOW. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED MY ADVENTURES OF THE SNOOPY SNIFFER. I AM SURE THERE WILL BE PLENTY MORE TO COME. I AM NOSEY. CAN'T HELP IT. I WAS BORN LOOKING AROUND AND WONDERING ABOUT THINGS. I ALWAYS HAD TO KNOW. ALWAYS ASKED QUESTIONS AND IF I DID NOT GET THE ANSWER I THOUGHT I SHOULD I WOULD KEEP AT IT. I WANTED TO GET INTO CRIMINOLOGY. BUT, ALACK AND ALAS I GOT MARRIED AND HAD KIDS. NOW THAT'S A FAR CRY FROM THAT. I DID TAKE UP HANDWRITING ANALYSIS. THAT IS INTERESTING SHIT. YOU CAN TELL ALOT ABOUT A PERSON. THAT'S IT! I SHOULD GET HIM TO WRITE SOMETHING. I NEED A FEW PAGES AT DIFFERENT TIMES OF HIS WRITING. NOW HOW ON EARTH WOULD I DO THAT? I CAN'T RUMMAGE AROUND IN HIS GARBAGE. WE DO NOT HAVE GARBAGE PICK UP. WE HAVE TO TAKE OUR STUFF TO THE DUMP. YOU KNOW, ALL THAT RECYCLING STUFF. PAPERS IN ONE SPOT , BOTTLES IN ANOTHER, CARDBOARD IN ANOTHER SPOT ETCCC. IT IS AN EXCITING SMELLY TRIP. WE HAVE TO PAY FOR OUR GARBAGE BAGS TOO... ANYWAY THAT'S THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.

THANKS FOR STOPPING BY AND CHECKING OUT MY NEXT PART OF THE DILEMA OF THE PINK GRANITE HEADSTONE AND THE MISSING WIFE. WHO KNOW.... SMILES AND GIGGLES HAZELEYES
OH YEAH, LET'S NOT FORGET TINK. SHE SPINKLES HER MYSTERY FAIR DUST ON ALL OF YOU. SHE THINKS WE SHOULD CRACK THIS CASE NOW... ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I THINK I WILL WAIT AND SEE. WHAT DOES SHE KNOW. SHE'S JUST A FAIRY.