Zombie Talk

Matt and I spent the weekend watching a Walking Dead marathon.  So, we’ve spent an enormous time talking about zombies.  Here are just a sample of some of our conversations this weekend.

Conversation #1

me:  I want you to just go ahead and kill me if the zombie apocalypse starts.  I don’t want to be alive for the post-apocalypse stuff.

Matt:  What?  You don’t think that you would have anything to offer the rest of the survivors?

me:  Are you kidding?  I would just be a whiny bitch.

Matt:  Come on.  You’d be able to contribute something.

me:  No, really.  My anti-depressant would run out and then I would just end up wanting to stay in bed all the time and there would be NO air conditioning and then I would really be a bitch.

Matt:  Yeah, that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

Conversation #2

Matt:  I don’t think some of the stuff on the show is very realistic.

me:  Like what?

Matt:  Like the drug stuff.  Like they didn’t take all the drugs from the drug store at once.  When the zombie attack broke out, why didn’t they go to the drug store, and take all the drugs then?  Why would they keep going back to the drug store?  Get it all at once.

me:  True, but there would be stuff that you just know that you won’t use.  Like prenatal vitamins.

Matt:  Yeah, I could see that.

me:  And Viagra.  I would totally skip getting Viagra and Cialis.  I mean, I would be like, “I can’t have him distracted a whole weekend–we got the dead walking around.  He’s got to be concentrating on that.”

Matt:  Good point.

Conversation #3

me:  You know, that one woman on the show supposedly loved her sister sooooo much, but I don’t buy it.  I tell you right now, I love my sister so much that I wouldn’t even let her turn into a zombie before I shot her.

Matt:  That’s sweet.

me:  That’s what I should have written in her birthday card.

Matt:  It isn’t too late.

me:  Yeah it is.  Her birthday was weeks ago.

Matt:  Send her a postscript birthday card.  Tell her that you need to express how much you love her.  “Just wanted you to know that I love you so much that I would shoot you in the head before you could even turn into a zombie”  Happy postscript birthday.

me:  Love, Cristy.

Matt:  That’s love.  I think she would like it.

I think that the conversations above prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that what my mama used to tell me is untrue:  you CANNOT turn your brains to mush by watching TV all the time.  We actually spent the whole weekend watching shows about mushy brains and we are still able to have these well-thought-out, highly articulated conversations.  Mama, you’re forgiven.

A Rotisserie Chicken Led Me Down a Weird Path Tonight

Tonight, I did what many people do on their way home each day and stopped at the grocery store to buy our dinner. And like most people (I think), I changed my mind about what we were eating while walking the aisles.

The rotisserie chickens had just finished cooking and they smelled great.  One chicken to go.

After I got home and started to get the meat off the chicken, all I could think about was one of my favorite books The Glass Castle: A Memoir by Jeannette Walls.  If you haven’t read it–GO READ IT NOW!  Anyway, it’s the author’s memoir of how she grew up, in a less than privileged (or safe) environment.  As she recounts some incidents that seem horrible in their neglect, abuse and / or poverty, you sometimes find yourself laughing with her at the absurdity of the situations.

One of my favorite quotes from the book comes when she is telling about the time she is invited over to another girl’s house.  The girl was the daughter of the “town whore”, Ginnie Sue.  Jeannette couldn’t pass up the invitation to see inside a whore’s house, so she gladly accepts the invitation.

The house wasn’t gaudy like she expected, but she was thrilled to see a big, cooked chicken on the table.  Ginnie Sue asks Jeannette if she knows how to pick a chicken clean and Jeannette assures her that she can.  And her chicken-picking skills impress Ginnie Sue because she tells her that is the best chicken-picking she’s ever seen.

Jeannette spent a lot of her childhood hungry, so the important lesson she took away from her day at Ginnie Sue’s house is one of my favorite quotes:  “One thing about whoring:  It put chicken on the table.”

So, naturally, as I’m up to my elbows in rotisserie chicken, all I can think about is “One thing about whoring….”

And unlike Jeannette, I can’t pick a chicken clean.  Exhibit A:

Chicken as picked as it will get 

I don’t think that is a skill that I ever learned.  And I’m OK with that.

There are lots of things that I saw my grandmothers and mom do, however, (like chicken-picking….you knew that I would get to my point eventually) that I wish that I knew how to do and I wonder if it’s too late.  For example:

  1. Make biscuits using Crisco
  2. Quilt
  3. Can vegetables
  4. Sew on a sewing machine
None of these things are necessary to daily life, I know this, but I think that I would feel a little more connected to the generations that came before me if I could do these things.
And I would be more prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse.