I Won’t Be a Survivor

First off, it’s Tuesday, and on Tuesday my friend Karaboo calls me.  She drives from one work location to another and if she times it right, I’m at lunch.  Plus, I work from home, of all of us, I’m the only one that doesn’t have someone looking over my shoulder frequently!

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I look forward to our Tuesday chats, but today, today shows why we are friends.

She called and I told her that I was catching up on blog reading, and that there are some things that I just shouldn’t read.  This is a blog that I just recently started following, so I wasn’t that familiar with it, but I was reading and they had mentioned Doomsday Preppers and a year’s worth of food on hand.

That was all I had to say and Karaboo goes “I think I follow that blog, too!”

Great minds people great minds!

great minds think alike

I was kinda freaking out because now I think I need a years supply of food – and as we discussed previously, my dad really does think that hoarding food is a good thing right now because our President is sending our country into a downward spiral.  So, between my dad, and now this blog… I was seriously wondering where to put this extra food!

Karaboo and I were talking, and I figured if the Zombie Apocalypse happened, well, Mr. T and I would head over to mom and dad’s (because of the aforementioned fact that dad is hoarding food).  So, maybe I don’t need my own stockpile.  Maybe.

zombie stockpile

Who am I kidding? I want this stockpile!

Then Karaboo mentioned that her kids have brought this subject up and asked what they would do and Karaboo told them honestly that she wasn’t worried because odds are, they won’t survive.

Here is another reason why we are good friends:  I was silent, I didn’t quite have a response for that, but Karaboo knew that inside my head I was going

WHAT?!?!  What do you mean?!? And why would you say that out loud?  What?!?

She let me know that if she’s learned anything from The Walking Dead, it’s that out of the billions on Earth, only about 3 dozen survived.  Odds are, we won’t be part of that 3 dozen.

Okay, when you put it that way… She’s right.  I won’t be a survivor.

I’ve officially decided that I don’t need that food stockpile.

But I won’t turn this down if you want to get me a gift!

Zombie 3 day survival kit

Happy and Sad

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So, something happened the other day (like it does frequently around here) and I have mixed emotions about it.

I broke a record on my blog.  It is very exciting news!  I had a day where I had more views than ever before – and it was awesome! It means I’m reaching and touching others with my life and stories.  I mean, that’s the whole reason we blog, right? It’s cathartic and we feel we have something to share with the world.  What better validation than breaking the record of most views in one day?

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This graph has surprising powers over us sometimes!

I am not obsessed with my stats, for the most part, as I really do enjoy writing and I love the comments and conversations that get started.  I will tell you, though, that on this particular day, I quickly became obsessed with my stats.  As soon as I saw that number rising, I was checking it frequently.

Not for the reasons you may think.

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The best example of mixed emotions I’ve ever seen! 🙂

The old record for most views in one day was held by the post I did in memory of my baby brother who had just passed away.  That post was by far the most gut wrenching blog I have ever written – I bawled almost all the way through writing it – and the fact that it held the record for the most views in one day was a comfort to me.

On this particular day, I began checking my stats page like a fanatic watching the number rise.  I was alternating between being so excited that I was getting so many views and “oh wow, it’s going to break the record” to being upset and saying “oh no, it’s going to break the record!”.

The it happened, the record was broken, and I put my phone down.  There was no longer any need to check the page.

Just like in life, things change and we have to move forward.  This was a very realistic example of how my life has to move forward and how nothing stays the same.  It was very tangible to me on that day as I watched my stats change every time I picked up my phone that life was not meant to stand still.

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For those new to my blog, you can read my memorial of my brother, Lee, here: Then He Kissed the Back of my Hand.  

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