Getting started!

This is my first blog post ever. I hope you find my life as interesting and comical as my family does. My grandmother often tells me that I should write a book, but I am unsure if I really do encounter amusing situations or if my grandmother is just humoring me. I guess this is a great way to find out if people would enjoy the stories of my life. Let me know what you think!

My husband and I purchased a home in Depew almost two years ago, 9 months before our wedding. I, being a good Catholic girl, did not move in until after our nuptials, but Eric moved in shortly after we closed on the house.

Prior to finding our dream home, we dragged our realtor to more than 100 houses in search of the place where we wanted to settle down and raise a family. It became a running joke that we would fall in love with a house where someone was murdered or died unnaturally. Little did we know, our joke was actually a psychic revelation.

After we placed our offer and it was accepted, it was told to us that the man's wife had passed away two years prior to us purchasing the home. We were so tired of looking at homes that we decided it did not bother us that the woman had passed away there, after all, she technically died in the ambulance right? As more information became available to us, we learned that there was very bad karma in this house due to several visits from police for domestic episodes. In truth, the woman's death was initially investigated as a homicide and she did not die in the ambulance, rather she died in the family room.

Undeterred, my husband and I tore down wall paper, began painting over walls and shopped for our much-needed furniture. Once Eric settled in, our first "encounter" occurred. I met Eric after work one day at our new house so that Eric could test out his incredible cooking skills (no lie, I've gained about 15 lbs since our wedding because he is such an amazing chef). Anyway, he asked me to go to our pantry and grab the lemon juice that he just purchased earlier that day. I went to look for it, but could not find it anywhere in the pantry which only had about 10 items in it. I took everything out and was convinced that he simply forgot to purchase it. We finished our meal, without the lemon juice, and I started to put the food away. As I opened the pantry door, there sat the lemon juice right on the middle shelf - the only item left in the pantry.

This is not the only visit we have had from "Maryann," our ghost and roommate that we don't speak of while we are at home. She turns on lights, opens closed doors and moves items off of our shelves. A few months ago, we learned that she also haunted her husband my blowing the lid off of her urn several times. So much so, that he duct taped the lid shut and told my neighbor that if she sees an urn being chucked in the woods, you know she blew the lid off again. I guess that explains why our low-ball bid was accepted with such enthusiasm.

And so our life together began - Eric, myself and "Maryann" - the other woman in our life.