zombies

I have this ridiculous fear of zombies.

As a biologist, I really do know better. I know the dead cannot reanimate, I know of no virus or infection that could cause "24 Days Later" kind of zombification.

However, every time I step out of my house at night (you see I live in the middle of nowhere now), I'm terrified something is going to jump out of the dark and try and eat me. I know it is bizarre, but that is my fear.

On a side note, I recently got married. Finally!

Everything was perfect, well. Kind of. I could have done without the rain (that moved our beautiful waterfall front ceremony to a tented ceremony), or having my face burned (which was completely accidental, but there is still a scar), or my uncle calling me fat, but other than that. It was perfect.

I was surprisingly calm, who would have thought it? But I was. Nothing phased me. And I couldn't stop smiling, which is how I was supposed to be. It was amazing.

as i knew it and random ponderings

so i'm moving to yucca valley this weekend to move into the rented house that me and fiance will call home for the next two years. and while there is this part of me that is excited and thrilled to finally be starting a life with him, there is a part of me that is terrified because everything will change now. i'm scared i will end up losing someone who means a great deal to me because of this distance. on the one hand i know that if i do lose this person, well then we were never very close to begin with and i valued the friendship more than the other person.

I had a dream . . . .

I had a dream I was captured in a foreign country while on vacation. I was being held as a collateral for some deal. They tortured me and I remember crying but not telling them what they wanted.

Then he was there, and I was in his arms. I knew it would be ok and he said "I told you I would come for you. I told you I'd find you."

The problem is I know who he is in my real life, and while this person has said similar things to me in real life, I doubt they still hold true.

Sick

I am ohh so sick with a cold. The chest congestion is pretty bad, and I have determined that I must be turning into a zombie ( I make "Dawn of the Dead" zombie noises when I breath).  I asked both Brian and Jamal to shoot me should I become a zombie. Brian said he would hit me with Febreeze. Jamal said he would keep me as a pet and try and find a cure. 

Anyone else preparing for the zombie apocalypse?

Pay Back

Willa: *scratch scratch scratch* Guess what?

Me: You want boiled chicken?

Willa: Yes!!! CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN!!!! wait, no that isn't it.

Me: You aren't getting boiled chicken.

Willa: Well . . . I'm going to start blowing my coat then.

Editor's Note: All that crap on the floor? That is Willa's fur.  . . and that was only the FIRST day of her 2 week shed cycle.