Zombies, they’re outside!

 

 

I’m reading I, Zombie.  I love zombies.  Not in the sense that I want to be a zombie. But I’d love a good zombie apocalypse where we’re forced to shoot a zombie or two. Sounds exciting.

As I’ve said before, I’d be one of those stupid unlucky bastards who would end up bit in the beginning before the news spread the word that  the apocalypse is here.  Ya know the ones?  Standing there on the street corner with a phone to my head and here comes zombie man to eat my innards.

I don’t want to spoil anything with I, Zombie. Not that I expect too many people to run out and pick it up.

It’s quite interesting, ya know the typical zombie stories are from the  perspective of the ones who aren’t infected.  I, Zombie is from the perspective of the zombie.  It’s weird,  I’d never given thought to it like that before.

It’s like being trapped in something, unable to escape. Unable to scream for help.   I kind of dig it…. ahem, the book. I kind of dig the book!

To the point of the post, it’s freaking me out a little. I’m one of those weenies that you’d never suspect. Something about horror and the such just makes me anxious.  It’s weird, because I can sit down and watch some Walking Dead, but reading this…

There are bumps in the night.. When I go out and walk the dog, the limbs crack. I’m pretty sure there are zombies in the woods.  I fear they’re coming for me now.  Because I know their secrets. I know what’s really going on.

– Hang in there!

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Pain Management needed,

Papa MB just text me. Granny MB is taking Mama MB to the Dr or ER today.  I may have mentioned Mama MB has been in A LOT of pain lately with her cancer and treatments. It’s a significant amount of pain in her back right now.

Possibly from the chemo or possibly because the chemo isn’t working.

Prayers needed for Mama MB as we go down this road here.  I pray they can get her pain under control!

It’s OK to change?

 

 

A shit storm blew through this weekend. It was nerve wrecking to be honest. I cried my tears and cried some more this morning.

I’ve recently started going to church, in the beginning it was just a thing I wanted to do to be closer to Mama and Papa MB, but it’s grown into a something more.  Something that surprised even me.  I’m still going Sunday’s as a family thing but I’m also taking Pokey on Sunday evenings so she can enjoy the kid activities. So far we’ve got a thumbs up on this event. She attempted to convince me into letting her stay home last night… It didn’t work. She had fun!

Back to the point.. I found myself actually asking What would Jesus Do? I guess I determined he probably wouldn’t give up. With all the insult and torture he went through. He didn’t give up on people.  Does this mean I shouldn’t?

I don’t want to give up..  But I can’t live a life of anger and frustration. A life where the house isn’t at peace, everyone at everyone’s throat. No happy sounds echoing from the walls.

I’m hoping the shit storm dies down some. Mr MB and I have spent a few minutes talking this morning trying to come to terms with it all, but I guess we both just need to change… A little.

Change isn’t always a bad thing?

 

– Hang  in there!

Zombie tales,

 

 

I joined a book club with my facebooker friends a couple of months ago. So far I’ve read two good books.  Well I thought they were pretty good. Nothing life changing or anything.

They’ve chosen to read horror this month. I’m not excited, I don’t get into the horror genre.  I did however come across one that I think I could possibly read.

It’s called I,Zombie and from the description tells me that it’s the story of a man bitten or attacked by a zombie and his tale leading to him being a zombie.  Sounds pretty awesome to me! ha ha. I heart zombies.

 

 

Anyone read this one?

 

-Hang in there!

So torn

 

 

I’m having a bit of trouble with this decision making thing. You know the feeling where you really want something, like really really. But you know it’s not the smartest move you’d make and in all reality you will most likely fail. We’re talking EPIC fail! My heart says YES my gut says NO!

I’d LOVE LOVE LOVE to go to Le Cordon Bleu. My reasons being I think they’re really better at what they do… Possibly?  They have  trained and well known chefs teaching classes?  How can I prove this?  How will I know better?

I feel like the cons out weigh the pros on Le Cordon Bleu.  Does that make sense?

I’m still shopping around. I’ve an appointment for Saturday at The Art Institute of Atlanta. I don’t think I’m going. It’s just as far as Le Cordon Bleu and it’s more of a college. So it won’t differ really from either of  the Tech schools I’m looking at. Other than the bells and whistles.  Tech schools seem pretty cut and dry. College seems to offer all the bells and whistles with the price tag to go along with it.

Did I mention Le Cordon Bleu had a nineteen thousand dollar price tag? With no guarantee of financial aid!!! Scary as hell!

I guess I’m blogging to convince myself of what I already know. I’m really arguing with myself on this one and it never fails that it helps me to get it all out… Somewhere..

Just so happens to be here!

 

-Hang in there!

Too far?

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Our buddy bagger, the guinea pig we just ridden our lives = of. Well he peed on Mr Monkey Butt the other day. I laughed. who wouldn’t. 

I then proceeded to compare Bagger to R Kelly.

That’s when my 8 year old chimed in “Who’s R. Kelly” Well I know little to nothing about R. Kelly. Nothing other than the news story from years ago where he found himself in a bucket of trouble for peeing on some girl. 

So I tell Pokey (that’s what I call her) that R Kelly liked to pee on people. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t mention that it was sexual or just freaky or nasty. Which we all (even she) knows it’s nasty!

 

So now I ask you.. Did I go to  far?  Mr MB tried to tell me I did, but he cusses in each sentence.. So really, what’s the difference?  Mine actually may be better!

What to do, what to do…

 

Met with the admissions lady at Le Cordon Bleu last night. It was an incredible experience and I was excited beyond words to explore this place.

That part is done, I did a bit of paperwork and arranged to pay her Thursday (tomorrow).

What’s new? In the course of the remaining of my night. Mr MB and I spoke of it and he thinks it’s still a good idea for me to explore other places to study this field. I know Le Cordon Bleu is the big name and would probably look glamorous on my resume.

But considering price and driving distance. The schedule they offer and the loss of work.

Is it wise to consider other, cheaper, closer places to study culinary arts?

Am I wasting my time?

–Hang in there

Stepping through the door,

I’m pretty sure the lady I spoke with yesterday at Le Cordon Bleu may have thought me as insane.

During the phone interview she’d ask me about my past educational stuff, telling her a bit about my adventures in Real Estate classes. Thinking to myself I’m sure she’s going to catch on the pattern that I abandon many ideas.

I guess I’m one of those who can begin a project and leave it sitting to collect dust just before finishing it. It’s true!

She asked about my current  position, my job and how long I’ve been there. Ashamed to admit my dedication to this place I’ve grown tired of.

Then asking me if I’d had any other career choices in my past. Telling her about my abandoned idea of police work. I left out the cosmetology ideas. I’ve excuse upon excuse why I’ve never stepped over that threshold into the door of something.  

I’m hoping this time is it, I can see this one through. I hope.  Pokey was a mess about it this morning when I told her the good news. I think a lack of communication and too much television has left her confused, a little.

We’ll work through it, she’ll see what  I mean. One day she’ll see a happier me as well,  that’s good for us all.

Scared, a little.

 

I can’t remember mentioning this on Friday or not, but no better time than right now.

There isn’t much going on at work anyways.

Have I mentioned that I’ve been with my current employer for about 7 years now?  Here lately I’ve the feeling, the stress and frustration that my time here is coming to an end. I know the economy is rough and times are hard.  Which doesn’t explain the Now Hiring signs I see littering the city here. That aside, I feel the urge to do something else.

I’ve clicked some buttons online and have sent my information into a couple of cooking schools in the Atlanta, GA area. I’m excited and terrified at  the same time.

I did nothing educational after HS 12 years ago… Shame I know. I did attempt the Real Estate field, but failed miserably on their testings. In my defense I was in the beginning stages of a separation and a divorce. That’s not a good excuse is it?

Needless to say I didn’t keep trying. I gave up. Typical of me.

In the past couple of years I’ve toyed with the idea of attempting to be a police officer.  After much though I decided, though glamorous, there is a good chance it won’t be the road for me.

 

Now I think  I want to be a chef. How cool right?  Creating yummy foods and in the future I could aspire to be the chef of my own restaurant. How awesome would that be?

 

 

 

I think it could be an interesting chapter to my life, it won’t come with out sacrifice though.  Which brings me to the fear.

As I said earlier, I’ve been here for 7 years.

I worry that I could flip and flop and never find the kitchen for me. OR worse there just isn’t any work for a chef anymore. That maybe the glamour of that job is what you see on television. Never going much further than that.

I don’t know what to do, I will however talk to the admission lady and see what they say, the deets if you will.  She’s calling me today after work… terrified!

 

Hang(ing) in there!

 

I’ve been having these thoughts lately, it’s bugging me.  Long story short, when we were kids we spent a good deal of time with family members, as well as Mama MB; Popa MB not being in our lives until later in life.

So we would spend time with my uncle, Mama MB’s brother, and his soon to be wife. We loved them, she would take us to her parents house. Her mother made the most awesome peanut butter balls EVER! To this day I think about those peanut butter balls.

I wonder if she still makes them?

They were unwed and without children and would treat us as though we were the closest thing that had. Because we were. I remember they bought us (my sister and I) matching  jackets. They were the coolest things ever!  Coolest shit you ever seen!  I ain’t lying either!

I see pictures of us all together at times, Granny MB has them somewhere. And then there are pictures of us with their first-born. I remember their wedding.

My aunt tells me that something happened one day, something just snapped with Mama MB and she doesn’t know what. But we weren’t able to spend time with my aunt and uncle anymore.

Lately I’ve been wondering what might have happened. I miss her, we talk often these days. Which is new and it was last year she told me this tale and that she didn’t know what happened either.

It upset me to see her ache a little inside, to see her sad. I love them, still.