Z is for...

I am so saddened that this A to Z challenge is coming to an end.  My life had purpose and direction in April. Okay, I wouldn't go so far to say that my life lacks purpose and direction, but sadly, most days I don't do a lot of writing.  And I'm a writer.  So what's the problem? It's not writer's block; it's more like, what's the freakin' point block?  On April 1, 2012 I had like 24 followers and very few of them ever commented on my blog.  It's really difficult to put words out there when you know no one is going to read them or comment about a post.  Most days I'm like, hey, I've got laundry to do and groceries to buy and kids to entertain, so why write? Especially about death? It makes most people uncomfortable.  But through this challenge, I have found a few people who actually appreciate my effort.  And that makes me INCREDIBLY HAPPY!
My plan for May is to market this here death blog.  I want guest posters.  I want to do Q&A.  I want to promote others who are also writers.  I want to capture that excited feeling I had each morning when I saw that I had comments.  (If only I could sell that feeling I'd be a bazillionaire!)
Okay, so now the fun of April is over.  For everyone who stopped by and said hello, even the quiet stalkers, I appreciate you.
So what's my Z?
Bear with me a moment while I tell you a story...

Halloween is my favorite holiday.  Always has been.  It probably has to do with the fact that I spent most of my life as the girl who sat in the back row of class hiding behind a wall of frizzy hair or eating my lunch in the library because I felt weird and uncomfortable eating alone in the cafeteria.  Halloween is that one glorious day when the socially awkward get their chance to be someone else for a night.  And to top it all off, there's like a ton of FREE candy.  So, what's not to love?
For most of my life, my once yearly Halloween costume involved dressing up in a sexy costume.  (Yes, I'm one of those women. I know, I know.)  I could go into a full psychological profile of why I went that route, but I don't want to go way off topic here.
Z is for ZOMBIES!
This year I decided to embrace the fact that I was not the cute young thing that I used to be.  My Halloween plans involved trick-or-treating with my two kids and I didn't feel like being the pathetic mom in a bunny suit wandering the streets of suburban Texas with her offspring.  So, I went full on scary and had a blast.  I scared children.  I scared a few adults.  And best of all, at the end of the night as I was taking out the trash and two costume-less teenage boys were wandering past my house with pillowcases clutched in their grubby teenage hands, I growled "Want some Candy?"

And they said, "No, thanks."  But I lumbered towards them with my bowl of M&M snack packs and made them take it.

So, what's the moral of that story?
Everyone is afraid of death (zombies) but the sooner you embrace it, life becomes a lot more fun!