Coming Signs of the (Zombie) Apocalypse

I think that everyone can agree that these are strange times that we live in. The evening (or 24 hour) news is full of bad news. Governments are using chemical weapons on their own countrymen, gunmen are opening fire in schools and malls, terrorists bomb buildings and sporting events and our children cannot ride down the street on their bicycles anymore. Even the local news in my small town is full of murders and home invasion robberies. There is no such thing as safety anymore. The media tells us that our world is a ticking time bomb until The. Worst. Happens.

So what do we do to prepare for the worst case scenario? What should my husband do to keep his family safe from harm should we be under siege from unknown sources, no gas, no food, our lives in danger? Should we stockpile food, water, medical supplies, warm blankets? What does my husband, in all his wisdom do?

That, my friends, is his answer. Soy sauce packets from the Chinese take away. He says it will ward off zombies. This is his stash. I should also mention that there are three bottles of soy sauce in the refrigerator. So, that's one apocalyptic scenario covered. I feel so much safer now, don't you?

Silence, Part 1

So, I haven't been posting in a few years due to the fact that the tech company I own with my husband has been growing by leaps and bounds and that I have been spending my extra time working on my first novel. Look for that to be published some time next year. :)

But in the meantime, my friend Josh Petrillo has published on his blog a little spoof piece I wrote for him a few years ago. Even if you don't know Josh, you may find it funny. Give it a go.

Wonderbox - The Lost Years

If you are a deep thinker, you may enjoy his blog. And he's a great guy, addiction to Swedish Fish and Mike and Ike's notwithstanding.

As for me, I will be posting more frequently. Twice a week for now. And I may be giving you some sneak peeks at what I have been laboring with for so long. So for the two people who actually read my blog, today's your lucky day. Or not.

See you soon!
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An Epic Day

Well, this is an epic day indeed. In fact, it’s starting to look like it might actually be an epic year, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s just celebrate the epic-ness that has occurred in the last 24 hours. You see, in the last 24 hours, I have taken one small step for me, one giant leap for changing my life. This is huge, people. What did I do, you ask? Well two things really, both related because they are things I have been afraid of doing. One is something I try to avoid at all costs, and one is something I've been putting off doing. Let’s begin.

Late yesterday afternoon I attended my first Zumba class. While this might not be a big deal for most people, it is a huge victory for me. You see, I have a fear of public exercise. Now, I realize that this is a strange fear for a former dancer to have, so I shall explain my dread of such things. First of all, I am widely considered to be a world-class klutz. Yup, I said it, I’m clumsy. I can’t walk and chew gum, and if you ask my friend Nicole, she will inform you that I can’t walk and talk at the same time either. So aerobics of any kind is challenging because it moves very fast and the moves aren’t broken down before you’re expected to go there. Now, I have attended my fair share of dance classes and that is an environment where you are there to be judged, by the teacher, by your classmates, the whole thing is set up as competition to see who the best dancer will be. So the times that I have taken group exercise classes, this overwhelming feeling of being judged comes over me and it makes me self conscious. I hate that feeling. But yesterday I swallowed my fear and dove into class where I knew no one. And everyone else knew each other. Not only did I make it through, but I was proud of myself for doing so. I conquered my fear.

Then this morning I did something that I have been putting off because I was afraid of failing. I wrote and submitted an article to an online magazine. Now the three of you who read this blog will be surprised that I was afraid to do this, but it’s one thing to write and publish things yourself, and a whole other thing to submit something for someone else’s approval. Plus if I get published, that makes me an official writer, something I’ve always dreamed of doing. The prospect of being rejected scared me. I think I’m a good writer, but someone else telling me I am not is scary. I wrote six articles to submit and deleted them all because they did not sound like me and were so not who I am. And then today, in writing an encouragement for a friend, words simply flowed and I knew instantly that I had written my submission. They don’t have to like it. But at least now I can’t say that I didn’t try.

So when the realization hit me that I had overcome two very big fears in one 24 hour period, I happened to look at the clock. It was 11:11 am on 1-11-11. Wow. This just may be an epic year yet. I’m looking forward to it!