Back at the beginning of this year, I found a copy of The Amityville Horror at our local library. Like most people, I knew the story of what supposedly happened at the house in Amityville, New York named High Hopes. I knew of it from various paranormal shows and the wide variety of movies that came out on the subject. From those movies and shows, I thought I knew a lot about the hauntings but the book really opened my eyes to some of the things left out of those programs.
Summer of last year (can't believe it's already 2018!) I received an email from our FRO saying that the MCCS needed to hire a photographer for the Marine Corps Balls this past November. A few hours later Jeremy forwarded me the same email saying that I need to apply. So I did. I interviewed for it even though I seriously doubted I was what they were wanting. But surprisingly I was offered the gig.
Today has been a long day. Ever have one of those mornings where you simply can't get out of bed? No matter how much you sleep its just not enough? That was today for me. I went to bed pretty late because I had company last night. Some Marines had come over because they had some questions about paranormal stuff. We tried to get Al to talk to use but nothing really happened. They left about midnight and I went to bed about an hour later. I ended up sleeping until noon which I really hate to do because it makes the day feel wasted.
If you have been reading this blog for a while, you know of the trouble our Honda was giving us. It seemed like it was always about to break down.
Today's post is solely dedicated to the seven Marines killed in helicopter crash on Tuesday.
" I know marrying a Marine means signing up for the unknown and the uncertainty. I had no idea that life would get crazy this fast though."