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Zombies Are People





There is no getting around it, zombies are here to stay, as ugly as they are we love them. They have become a way of life for a gazillion of us. Even before The Walking Dead rolled into Hollywood, they were popular, but now…..well, we see them everywhere.

Zombies have that special way of saying I love you, as their shit smelling breath gets close to your pale juicy skin.


And lets not forget about the ones who are missing body parts and still manage to walk around like nothing is wrong……..I wonder what kind of zombie the Terminator would have made?

Zombies used to be people before the apocalypse hit.

  • They went to movies and ate popcorn with stale, fake butter.
  • Pre-zombie people talked to each other, telling bad jokes, and laughing when they thought they should; now they just bite your face off…. seems a simpler way of life.
  • Shopping for groceries used to be fun, now we have to worry about finding body parts in the cooler isle.
  • Before becoming a zombie they would take their kids to the park and watch them play in the sand box, filtering through cat turds.
  • For entertainment they used to watch the news, gladiators, sitting in the comfort of their home, hoping for something juicy and violent.
  • Before the world f**ked up people used to have sex, now, as zombies they can’t because their parts would fall off.
  • They worried about getting to work on time; now they don’t worry because their brains look like a can of refried beans.

Life is good not being a zombie, I can blink, I’m pretty sure most days I don’t smell like a corpse, and it’s been awhile since I chewed an ear off.



Then again, who knows what tomorrow will bring.






Daily Prompt: Through the Window


Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

What I see is so boring and static I will have to stretch this a little, so people don’t yawn while reading my post. The nearest window is the patio doors, we are on the second floor. My view is the side of the building next to us, BORING…..but….

On the patio Beanie is out for his morning stretch, he is running back and forth like a crazy person. Very entertaining really, especially at 5:30 am, when the woman below us is probably still sleeping. :0)

He races at cat speed of light, bouncing off anything in his path, stopping on the old couch long enough to dig his claws in, then off again….”I’m free, I’m free! His ears go back, a wild look in his eye, all this in a split second, then running again.

I love watching him like this, freedom in the cat world.


Now it’s time for a nap.

Daily Prompt: Resolved


Good morning everyone, I hope the first day of 2013 was a great one, here in Abbotsford, BC the day was sunny and beautiful, and it got me one day closer to my last day at work.

I am so excited to have time for things that matter..

New Year’s Resolutions? I don’t make them and never have, so no need to start now.

But I do have a bucket list, and for me that is pretty much the same.

  1. Ride a camel and an elephant, doesn’t have to be on the same day.
  2. Visit the great pyramid.
  3. Finish the book I started writing years ago.
  4. Ride the Orient Express.
  5. Live to see 94.
  6. Promote a vegetarian lifestyle so that others may do the same thing.
  7. Make a living from selling my art, sculpture mostly.
  8. Do past life regression therapy, I would love to know who I was.
  9. walk-a-bout in the wilderness, not sure how long I would be gone.
  10. Build a secret passage way in our house.

Have A Great Day!


Little Bean in his room…

Daily Prompt: Use It Or Loose It


Dream Store

What would happen if you could go to a store and buy or rent your dreams?  There would be categories under sex, food, happy, sad, absolutely everything. How amazing would that be?

You and only you would get to choose where you will go and what you will see. All you have to do is have the courage and will power to go to the end of the dream once you have made your choice. It is perhaps the most amazing experience you will ever have, one I’m sure you will want to repeat over, and over again.

There is one category labeled “miscellaneous”, which is for the individuals who don’t want to commit to any one thing in particular, people who want to taste everything all at once. The adrenalin seekers, those who seem to thrive on sheer chaos. There is only one draw back; this category comes with a warning. “This dream may have side effects of prolonged anxiety” That’s all it says. The rest is up to the one making the choice to figure it out.

Many of the dreams we have are so disjointed we would never in a million years want to repeat them, or care to wonder why we had them in the first place. They are bits and pieces of things we did today and things we experienced many, many years ago. Sometimes its things we have not done yet but we would have no way of knowing that, how could we? Colors, faces, and feelings flash through at the speed of light, each only lasting a fraction of a second; a menagerie of being.

Some of the most popular selections are duplicates, dreams which you have had and want to repeat.

Every once in a while your mind creates a picture show so unique and remarkable you would do anything to go back. Images from your past, which tug at the very life of you wanting to breathe again. The dreams are so intense, some of them terrifying. There are people who say we don’t dream in color, or we can’t have the same one twice. Some are so terrifying, especially the ones that include family members and we are trying to escape something horrible. “I thought we’d never come back from that one” It’s a powerful thing that has happened to you when words like this give you the cold sweats.

Many people say dreams are the minds way of telling the brain we have unfinished business. Maybe it’s a subtle way of letting us know its “OK” to go back. Everyone knows it’s impossible to really change things, but what if we could go back in our dreams and make things seem different. Not really change them but rather trick our minds into thinking we had done things differently. Would we be more content with different aspects of our life now? It’s hard to say if we would or no, we will never know until we take the risk.

This place isn’t meant to be entertainment, but rather it allows us to embrace images that had the power to cross over.

Impressive, scary, intriguing? All of the above for sure. So how do we get to this store of dreams?

Just close your eyes and let go

Daily Prompt: The Early Years


My oldest sister apparently thought I was similar to a doll, she seems to be having a great time holding me up, while my brother looks like the perfect gentleman.



My first year was crowned by an incredible homemade birthday cake made by my mom, I really don’t remember that day, but by the look on my face I’d say it was a good one.


I enjoyed quiet times with my big brother, not sure why we were sitting on the kitchen table. 🙂 He was probably telling me about the latest mischief he got into that he didn’t want mom to know about. When I was about six years old he and I thought it would be a good idea to have a rock fight in the basement. The floor was still dirt and rocks, before dad put a concrete pad down. At some point during the dule I sat up when I should have ducked and took a rock in the head. Mom took care of the damage and my brother hid the whole day for fear of what would happen, lol


My days were always filed with cats, plenty of them. I’m the little blonde in the middle. My dad used to tell my youngest sister and I we had cats for breakfast. As soon as we woke in the morning  we would go out to the barn and play for hours.


The all important weiner roast was a special time for us, I can clearly remember going on many of them. My mom always baked homemade hot dog buns, and we always had a big mason jar with orange Freshie and one with grape. Freshie was a Canadian drink mix that was a popular alternative to Kool-Aid, from the 1950’s to the early 1980’s. My dad and I were the only ones who loved out hotdogs roasted until they were black, and with mustared of course.


Growing up on the farm was the best place for a kid to be. There was never a shortage of fun things to do, and plenty of space to explore. My dad was a farmer his whole life, and loved it each and every day.

I can remember picking handfulls of beautiful, yellow dandelions for my mother. I would walk up to the house holding them behind my back, hoping to surprise her. Many years later she would tell me she always knew what I was holding, but never spoiled my surprise.


This is one of my favorite photos from the early years, we had gone on a drive with mom and dad, and as usual he never passed up a photo oppertunity.

My wish would be, that every kid has as many warm memories as I do.