The stuff that little Texan zombie goddesses are made of, living where the brains are served warm and the sarcasm is served raw.

The Adventures Of Zuzu Zombie, Undead Detective

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Thought I'd check in....

Hey y'all...

First of all, HAPPY DIA DE LOS MUERTOS!!!!!



I know it's been like a million years...okay...almost 7 months...since I've been here, but I have good reason.

I've been going CRAZY with the new job and all lol

I get up at 3 a.m., get in to work at 530 a.m. and get home around 3 p.m.

Sound like a reason to not be on the computer much anymore??

It has been good.  I love my job (most of the time), and I have made quite a few friends which is a good thing.  The bad part is losing touch with all my cyberfriends, assuming that anyone out there even remembers me.

Let me remind you who I was: pissed off, tired, fed up, bitchy, always complaining.

Now I am: just bitchy :).

My obsession is Walking Dead and Daryl Dixon.  I hate people who don't use a turn signal.  I want a vacation, but don't we all?


I have a daughter who is graduating next year and has been accepted into a college already.  Totally not ready for that one.  I'm wanting to start school to get a degree (found out I don't have one...that is a later conversation), but have no clue how to add that to working 10 hours, taking care of my kids, home, husband and myself (pfft, who am I kidding...I never take care of myself).

Anyhoo, here is hoping that people out there are doing well.

I am still alive...basically....


Hehee.

Peace, Love and (i need a drink) Zombies

Sunday, April 14, 2013

slow down...i wanna get off this ride

For the past 12 years, I had been an at-home mom.  Interpreting gigs here and there...a stint in the homeschooling world...time as a noon aide.

Easy peazy.

Then...BOOM!  I became a Material Handler for Menlo Worldwide Logistics (via Select Staffing, aka Shithead Staffing).

I put in my resume directly with Menlo to become a real live Menlo card-carrying employee.  It looked really good.

2 weeks ago, my hubs told me that his friends at GM (well, my friends too) asked for him to send in my resume immediately for a possible contract position for GM.

I said, "Um, okay.  Can't wait...another interview."  Yes, I was excited.

Not.

Wednesday around noon my hubs texted me at work, telling me that he heard I would be called for an interview sometime later in the day.

Again, total excitement.

*groan*

At 2 p.m., I did received a phone call, but not for an interview.

But...

to tell me...

they wanted to hire me...

 on the spot...

off  my resume.

Holy. Shitballs.

So, as of 11 April, 2013, I became a Material Analyst/Forecaster for General Motors via Aerotek.  Big pay increase, holidays, paid vacation, etc. etc.

The only thing I hope for now is to find out exactly what in the world I will be doing.

I am really really going to miss my co-workers at Menlo. They are some of the most amazing people I have ever worked with, and I can only hope that my new co-workers will be at least 50% as cool as the ones I have now.

So, I feel like this:


I need this ride to slow the hell down.

Just for a moment.

Please?

Peace, Love and (just call me Weezy, cuz I is moving up!) Zombies \IiiI


Saturday, March 30, 2013

hope y'all didn't forget about me

Little Queen Texan Zombie Goddess is sad because she is afraid y'all will forget about her.

She is still out here.

Being sarcastic.

Being sweet.

Just being a super busy Little Ultimate Queen Texan Zombie Goddess, working her disintegrating ass off for the man.

A few things going on in her life:

1) She may get hired into Menlo and won't have to be a contract slave anymore.  Contract houses SUCK.  Flipping off contract house zombie.

2)  She just got Depeche Mode's "Delta Machine" and Dave Gahan's solo group SoulSavers "The Light The Dead See".  Happy rocking zombie.

3)  She hasn't hung out with any of her friends in so long, she isn't sure she has any.  Sad mopey zombie.

4)  On 22 August, DM will be in concert at Pine Knob (okay...DTE...whatever).  Freaking the hell out peeing herself in lusty joy zombie.

I suppose that is it for this little zombie.  

Remember, she is still here.

Decaying away.

Eating brains.

Drinking wine.

Lots of wine.

Lots...

of wine.


Peace, Love and (simple minds say it best with fist pumping judd nelson) Zombies \IiiI

Saturday, January 12, 2013

oxford: the place when restaurants come to die

You will never see Triple D coming to our town that is for sure.

Wow.

The other night, the hubs and I finally had a chance to go out for dinner.  We decided to go to a new place that just opened up here in the Land of Bars and ERs called "Montana's Rib and Chophouse".

Yeah.

Now, Oxford isn't known for having any decent places to eat.  At all.  No way no how.  Seeing something new made up at least sit up and take notice.  So, we felt we'd take our chances.

Um...

Well...

It was...okay, kinda, I guess.

Here is a foodie review from someone who actually has taste unlike 99% of those living in Oxford, aka, moi hehee:

The food: a bit on the dull side tastewise.  The portions were very much on the small side, but, on the positive, the garlic mushrooms were amazing.

The prices:  Holy shitballs.  Most definitely, completely, ridiculously overpriced for the amount of food you get. For the hubs and I it came out to $70.  $28 for a filet steak that was barely half the size you would get at Longhorn's.

The service:  The waitstaff were friendly, although really on the slow side.  We had to sit at the bar to eat dinner since the wait was over an hour to get a table.  The place was incredibly loud and horribly crowded.

The locals: we had an interesting run-in with a barfly who actually took a sip of my margarita.  No, really...he took a straw and tasted my margarita.  You don't mess with my fucking margarita lol.

 All in all, it was a very disappointing evening.  We will not be going back there anytime soon.

Grade for Montana's Rib and Chophouse: D+

Other than that, I've just been working.  A lot. And enjoying it :).  Yeah me lol.

Now time to go watch all 400 of my DVR'd programs!

Peace, Love and (at least the margarita was good...) Zombies \IiiI

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

using facebook ~or~ pyscho bitches attack

I use Facebook.  Lots of people use Facebook.  You can use Facebook to play games, post photos, find similarities in people, and, on occasion, be able to find someone who have been looking for in the oddest of places.

Or, the case, the fucking insane-ist of places.

No, not place.  Insane-ist of bitches.

And man was that a HUGE mistake.

Here, read this.  Maybe you will understand.  The names have been removed to protect me from the psychopath.

It all started with a picture a friend posted, know here as (Mutual Friend).  The crazy psycho bitch person I was talking to is K.  You will see where the shit hit the fan.  The empty spaces are other portions of the convo not needed.



Notice a few things.  First, it was me pissing her off.  Then it was her saying it was her pissing herself off, not me pissing her off.  Then is was her again getting paranoid about me using Facebook for what it was intended for.  And her spelling is atrocious. Wow.  All sorts of fuckedness here.

This is what I picture her looking like during this conversation:



I will never ever ever ask anyone if they know anyone else ever again.

Maybe.

Peace, Love and (get back on the meds freak!) Zombies \IiiI