When Jeremy and I first moved to Champaign, people told us to watch out for Effingham. We assumed it was for the speed traps on the interstate by the rest area or all the construction. Nope, that was just part of what we should have been warned about. Turns out that in Effingham there are werewolves, warlocks, spirits and something else entirely weird prowling around. When Jeremy and I found out what all was going on down there, we had to go check it out ourselves.
Most everyone I meet loves dogs. Dogs are typically loving and faithful, unlike most humans. In fact, when I meet a human that doesn’t like dogs, I make sure I steer clear of those folks as much as possible. I will trust a dog’s judgment of a person or situation over that of a person’s judgment. In fact, when I first started dating my now husband, I told him that when I took him home to meet my dad, he would also have to pass my dog’s approval as well. Thankfully both Dad and Cujo loved him. My ex before Jeremy did not get along with Cujo at all. I should have listened to Cujo and avoided that heartache but at least listening to Cujo lead me to a long, happy relationship with Jeremy.
Welcome to the new year! Hopefully, you all had a great New Year's Eve with lots of celebrating with friends and loved ones. Jeremy and I stayed home and had a quiet evening in with the cats. We are homebodies and were in desperate need of a recharge. I don't know about y'all but Jeremy and I have a few traditions that we do every year to make sure we start the new year off on the right foot. Some of these you may have heard of but some of them you may not have.
During one of the posts last week, I briefly mentioned an interesting story involving St. Nicholas and The Pickled Boys. While that story was probably the least Christmasy thing you would associate with Saint Nicholas, it isn't the only unusual story behind the jolly old man. While doing research for these Christmas posts I ended up coming across a few more interesting stories that I thought you might like to hear.
Earlier this year, before Jeremy went off to recruiting duty, we thought that he would be sent to Germany for recruiting duty instead of central Illinois. It seemed to make sense that with us already OCONUS that the military would save money by sending us to another OCONUS location. Sadly, it was not meant to be. But before we found out for sure, you better believe I researched the heck out of Germany, its culture and its traditions.
The last week or so at our house has been interesting, to say the least. Different things have been happening that may or may not be related. We are still sorting through it all. The first thing that happened definitely startled me.