Do any of you have one you really like?

...and please, before you giggle yourself goofy over the production values, fashion choices and shots of ancient electronics, remember, this particular trip in the ZombieMom time machine will be transporting you back to the magical world of 1980. I was eleven. Damn, I feel kinda old.

Besides, this is hands-dirty, gut-bucket rock n' roll. If you want pretty, check out that Bieber kid. You know, the one everyone says looks like a girl...

Bonus - same song, performed by Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer:

One word of advice, though, from a woman with experience with this (as in - Moi); even if you eat at Arby's and love it, I warn against going to the next level - the place you go when you have had enough of all this boring food safety and you feel like upping your adrenaline by taking a genuine chance with your health. You know what I'm talking about. You know.

That's right. Jack In the Box. Forever to be known in our clan as 'Puke In the Bed'. No explanation necessary.

Of course, as loathsome as JITB is, there is actually a place that is worse. A place of eating so foul levels 10-15 were added to The Inferno to accomodate it. What is this horrible place, this small mecca of torment? Brace yourselves.

South Of the Border. I was pregnant the last time I was there and the sights and smells are forever branded into my memory with a greasy spatula and the sound of buzzing flies. Literally. Larry and I walked in with Trent looking for a bathroom and I hadn't had a taco there since my folks stopped there on our way to Florida when I was five or six. When I saw flies feeding from the clots of grease adhering to the tables I decided I wouldn't be having one that day, either.

In fact, I didn't eat for several hours thereafter. At all.

So there you go. My big food tip. Avoid JITB and Tippy's Tacos at SOTB and you should be fine. If, however, you decide to test your immune system at either place, be advised that I won't think less of you for it. I will be wildly curious about the number and types of antibiotics the CDC issued to treat you, but I will still love you.

I'm sort of on a semi-hiatus at the moment. Things have been insanely busy. Larry and I seem to have worked things out for now. There will be issues later and I don't think it's a stretch to think that some of them will be things we've dealt with before, but that's just marriage. For now things are peaceful, though. He finally told me he's been having some problems at work because his boss is on his ass like a diaper all damn day. Seems the bossman just got married himself and all he and his lovely bride do is fight. There's an argument over pretty much everything they do. First it was which house to buy and where to live, then it was what color to paint the walls. Thank goodness these two do not intend to have children, because they're both control freaks and I'm giving this thing six months. I was being generous. Larry gives it two weeks. So with this guy blowing him shit every day it's no wonder he's been so...dickish recently. He is also currently looking for another job, which has in the past been problematic in terms of how it affects Hubbins' personality, so I am not looking forward to that.

He got a raise and did some refinancing on the truck, which allowed us to afford to buy another car, so now I am part owner of a gorgeous black Volkswagen Beetle. 2008 model, 60,000 miles, pristine interior and exterior, babied shamelessly by it's former owner. Another Hippiemobile. I am so happy! We're supposed to pick it up today but may not be able to until tomorrow. Either way, it's a big relief to be mobile again. The long wait for John to go onto the day shift ended about two weeks ago, meaning he is no longer here during the day to help me. In that time I have had calls from both schools asking me to pick up the kids and had to tell them, "I'm sorry, I have no car and no backup." I know it looks bad, but there was nothing I could do. At least now (barring another jackass bopping out in front of me on route 180) I'll be mobile. It's been seven months since the accident and it's been rough. But now things will be better. Whee!

Larry and I also finally got a day out, which was lovely. Sitting across the table from him at lunch, I was overwhelmed by how much I didn't want to beat the shit out of him at the moment. We spoke with the folks about the possibility of having a vacation soon, too and my parentals were in enthusiastic agreement so perhaps we'll get to have a couple of days away sometime soon. That would be wonderful.

My meds are kicking in and I am already feeling all kinds of better. Not raging, not depressed, but not numb either. Gaming helps too. I've been playing a lot of Fallout: New Vegas Ultimate Edition and when doing that, there isn't much attention left over to direct toward feeling bad. It's taking every ounce of focus I have to get through the DLCs. So worth it. I'm making weapons, creating medicines, shooting enemies, blowing things up. It is awesome. Gaming is so therapeutic. If more people realized that, our society would be a lot less violent. Just a theory, but I'd be open to participating in a study. There are far worse, more dangerous ways to channel anxiety and anger than firing up the XboX or the PS3 and mowing down digital scumbags with an assault rifle or an improvised nuclear device. Good times, people. Good times.

If I've missed a comment, I will do my best to catch up in the next few days. The kids are off from school for spring break all this week, though, so my internet use is going to be even more sporadic over the next few days. Unless you want to come over and babysit. Then I'll be all over xanga like you wouldn't believe.

Of course, due to the circumstances of my life, I missed Ostara. So much for celebrating all of the Pagan festivals this year. I haven't been able to do any of the tarot or book reviews I wanted to do, either. I just wish there was more time for this kind of thing. By the time the kids go to bed I am too exhausted to do anything but game or watch movies, so my spirituality isn't being tended to very well right now. In spite of all of my good intentions, the story remains the same.

I hope to catch up with all of you over the next few days. If I don't, have a wonderful easter and I'll see you next week.