Jacqueline Druga's Blog, page 16

Oh, Yeah, Conspiracy

I have it all figured out.  Well . . . almost. Pieces are missing and I vow to put them together.  But I believe the givernment is preparing for Alien arrival. Now, this isn't just some eccentric writer talking, okay, maybe it is, But . . .Let's start from the beginning. I live about a mile and a half from a huge farm. When I go to the casino, I take the back roads through the farm, cuts my time. Well, several months ago, Chris and I were coming back from the casino when we spotted the oddest object i the sky. Lights that hovered and zoomed in before shooting away.Like any concerned earthling, I contacted a UFO sighting place and filled out an email report. Move ahead three weeks. I'm got phone calls and emails from several different organizations, including the famous SETI. All wanting a report of my sighting. Whoa, cool, they had to have tracked something in the sky. After all I was pretty diligent in my report, gave exact time, Longitude and latitude.A month or so later, a huge convoy of oversized tractor trailer carriers, twenty of them move up the road by my house toward the farm. Rumors had it the farm sold land to Target. Some sort of construction was underway.Huge walls were immediately erected to hide what they were building, thirty foot high walls on about one square mile. Gees, sound like New Jerusalem. Anyhow, a fence with 'Warning' went up, 'No trespassing, Government Property, etc . . . The local authorities said it was a gas company looking for natural gas.Yeah, well, if that's the case, why then has the gas company erected four NEW two hundred foot tall towers with satellite dishes on top in the last 2 months. All of which located on a high hill. (See map marked)And yes, you guessed it. The construction site, the towers, all located by . . . the NIKE Missile site.Saturday night I was coming home at four in the morning and the whole sky above the NIKE site was lit up. I saw this from a distance and went to check it out , but a SUV blocked the dirt road. Blocked the road at four in the morning.Sunday, one day later, I was coming over the hill through the large farm and had to stop because not one, but EIGHT black SUVs emerged onto the road from a side dirt road cutting me off (That leads to one of the towers), I had to wait until all eight of them got on the road. All of them had government plates. And, yes, I followed.They went a quarter mile, turned and went . . . to the construction site.Something is going on. I think it's Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind and that they are trying to build a reception center. An Ellis Island, if you will for ETs. Who knows. I'm probably just insane.  More than likely I am. I plan on investigating further, getting pictures and videos. Could it be a new AREA 51 is being built?Just had to share. My sons think I'm nuts. My daughter Ali thinks I'm going to be snatched up by one of those black SUVs. My friend Trevor, thinks I'll be arrested.Who knows. But more pictures and videos to come. Here's my map.

Caught in the Act

Nothing spells believable and guilty than a snap of a phone picture. For anyone who thinks that sweet little girl doesn't have an issue, take a look at the pictureOn a recent trip to Starbucks, Violet did her own shopping. She's never really tried to take anything at Starbucks. Almost as if she subconsciously knows it is her mom's work place. But yesterday, I guess she felt feisty, thirsty and hungry.Innocently she wandered around as I kept a peering eye on her. Waving to people, not going too far. Then she was playing with the fruit drinks and snacks. I looked over and saw the little Klepto in action. I had to take a picture. As if no one would notice that huge fruit juice sticking out of her dress. And check out her little left hand. Look how sly she was.  Trying to inconspicuously slip that fruit snack into her purse.I corrected her and told her, "We don't take these, you have to put these back." And just as I said that, a woman came over and said, "I hate to say anything, but she took my Tic Tacs."Now I found that hard to believe, seeing that Violet was in my sight the whole time. "Are you sure?" I asked. "They aren't sticking out of her dress.""Positive," the woman said. "They were on the table. She grabbed them. I wasn't going to say anything . . ."I turned to Violet. Then, as if she knew she was busted, she clutched her little purse tight to her body, swinging it from our reach. If it wasn't her protective stance over the purse that gave it away, it was the distinctive 'rattle' of the little mints. A ha! She had them.I reached for the purse, and she let out this ungodly scream. I have attached a video of such a scream so you can get the whole picture.
A tug of war began between me and Violet over the purse. "Give . . . Great One . . . the … purse . . ."Finally victory ensued. I got the purse and retrieved the tic tacs with a 'yes!'  I turned to the woman. "Here you go. Sorry." And I handed her the mints. When I did, another loud, long scream from Violet brought silence in the coffee shop and suddenly everyone in Starbucks looked at this woman. She of course, had this horrid look of offense. Her jaw dropped with a slant to the right, her mouth agape and slightly crooked, head cocked back and eyes wide. Surely she peered upon my granddaughter as if she were some sort of spawn, as if thinking, "What the hell is this little girl?'She held that expression only for a moment until she realized all eyes were upon her, and quickly, you guessed it, she gave Violet back the tic tacs.Violet switched demeanor like Sybil, put the tic tacs in her purse and went back to being the happy shoplifter.Man, I'm gonna miss her when she goes on vacation next week with her mom.

What's in a Dream?

[image error] Look at that face. Seriously, just look at it. Does she or does she not look like she should be an ad for poor starving children. Man, is that innocent face deceiving.As a writer I have always become engrossed in my work. I cast my characters to make them real. I pick out songs, lately I have been watching the trailer to DAMAGES. Not that it has anything to do with what I am currently writing.I honestly feel the more engrossed I am, the better I write. After all, if I believe the story is real, then my readers will too. With it though are drawbacks.I am currently writing, After the Rapture. The title tells you a good bit about what its' about. Anyhow, I felt something missing from the book so I went back, scraped it and started again last week. It's writing itself now. I have thrown myself into the story so much it is now scaring me.Not unusual, when I wrote DUST, I swore the bombs were going to drop. I was sick everyday that I wrote the Flu. Now, I keep checking the babies to make sure they don't disappear.During my nap I had a vivid nightmare. It would have scared the hell out of me had it not ended the way it did. I dreamt that this angel came to me and said that the rapture was coming. I didn't believe her until (And this is the dream) I came home from DJing and the babies were gone. Baby Frank and Violet had vanished. I was freaking out in the dream, crying. Scared. I screamed for the angel, and told her I wanted the babies back. She said it couldn't happen, it was the rapture, God's rule. I didn't care. I'd battle heaven and hell for my babies.Next thing I know there's three angels. I'm thinking in this dream they must have been scared of me. They told me it was God's will. Stop causing a fuss.  Then one angel comes forward and says, "God has taken all the children from the earth. But . . ." Then she hands me Violet. "You can have this one back, because we just can't handle her anymore."I woke up. Huh? Hmm. I wonder what my subconscious is saying to me about my granddaughter through that dream.