Grandma??

So as I previously mentioned, I have a ghost, whom I've come to believe is my Grandma. Well today I think she may have turned off my alarm clock. You see, I know I set it and I know it went off, because I hit snooze once like I always do and then nothing. So, then I woke up totally late and my alarm clock was off. So one of two things happened, either I turned it off in my sleep (which is kind of difficult to do since you have to slide this button and I had already woken up because it went off once) or my Grandma the ghost decided I needed more rest and turned it off for me. It seems like a Grandma thing to do. And you know they say one of the only way ghosts can make their presence know is through electronics. Listen, I'm not saying for sure it happened, but I'm just throwing it out there. But the day I come home and there is fresh baked cookies in the oven... I will know for sure Grandma was at work... damn she made the best cookies. Love you Grandma... where ever you are!

My Roomie...

So, I have a new roommate. She is never in the way, doesn't eat my food, in fact it's almost like she isn't even here. The bad news, she is not paying rent. But I guess that's understandable since my new roommate is a ghost. Before you write me off as crazy, (which we both know I kind of am) just hear me through. You see, I have a bedtime routine. I lock up, turn off all the lights downstairs and then the boys and I head up stairs to get ready for bed. Two mornings in a row, I came downstairs to find my kitchen light on (a big 4 track light). There is absolutely no way I forgot to turn it off. In fact the second night I actually thought about it when I was turning the light off. I didn't put much thought into it, until I was driving home from work and it hit me. Ghosts can manipulate electronics and often use those to let us know they are around. OMG... I HAVE A GHOST. I don't feel threatened or scared at all. So obviously my ghost is of the Casper-kind. The next thing I thought about was who could my ghost be. I live in a brand new townhouse, so obviously the ghost isn't tied to the building, so it must be tied to me. After some thought about who would want to be looking in on me from the afterlife, I came to my grandma. She was the sweetest little old lady. But in the end, she suffered from dementia and had no idea who we were. So I think it would make sense that now, in her afterlife, where she has her mind back, that she would want to come check in on her grandchildren. I welcome her visit. In fact, it's kind of nice to know someone is looking out for me and loving me from above. Maybe she'll put in a good word for me. We all know I'm not getting through those pearly gates unless there is some serious bribing... or breaking and entering going on!!
So... do you think I'm crazy for believing in the ghost thing?
Do you have a ghost story of your own??