Zombie Farm

I am obsessed with a game. It's a stupid iPhone app that has slowly taken over my life. It's called Zombie Farm.

The idea of the game is I have this little plot of land in which I can plant vegetables and zombies. Once I build an army of 16 zombies I can go to battle with different villains such as: Old McDonald, lawyers, pirates, etc. You can plant certain vegetables alongside zombies that will mutate the zombie and give it super strengths. For instance, planting broccoli can give a zombie hair like broccoli and +2 to strength.

This seemingly leisurely game gets time consuming because all the plants and zombies have different grow times. And if you don't log in shortly after the crop is ready to be cultivated, it will wilt and die. Thus the gold you spent to plant the crop is lost.

Of course there is gold involved. What kind of game would this be without a gold currency system??

I find myself logging in almost every 15 minutes to ensure I don't lose my crops.... (Go on and judge me, I am right now, too...)

Before I go to sleep I plant crops that take 8 hours to mature so they don't die over night. I plant crops that take 2 hours to mature while I do PT in the morning so when I'm on my way home to shower I can cultivate and plant different crops.

I have a problem.

And I need to harvest some corn in about 5 minutes.

New Hairstyle

I generally get my hair cut once a year, and it's never really a hair style. Just a cut to get rid of all the gnarls and witchy ends to my hair. It goes up into a boring bun everyday for the Army, so why do I really need a style?

But yesterday I took myself to the mall and got a $50 hair style and cut (because my hair really was looking and feeling like straw).

It looks so much better. Which makes me feel so much better.

Sometimes a gal needs to pamper herself. Even if it'll be in a bun 90% of the time and no one will know there is a cute hair style under there.

Chubby Soldier

So I don't know what the Hell happened, but I just recently noticed that I've gotten chubby. It was a sudden onset-- I never saw it coming! I'm all about having a little "junk in the trunk", but it seems I've got a U-Haul behind me nowadays.

I think the downfall to my decent figure was moving in with James. You know what happens when you're in a happy relationship: you eat together. And you stop trying to impress other members of the opposite sex so you "let it go". And by that I mean, you get drunk and eat Wendy's at 2am with your boyfriend every weekend.

It's time to start dieting.

But I can't let go of beer! I love beer! The Soldier in me is screaming, "YOU CAN'T GIVE UP BEER!" So this is what I've resorted to:

It tastes like pee and water. Why am I still drinking this?

By the way, please excuse the band aid on my thumb. I cut myself while I was chopping green onions to put in super yummy red skin mashed potatoes. Oh. Maybe I should attack my fatty cooking style before I attack my beer.

Tomorrow starts the diet. Yuck. But there is no room for a chubby girl in ACU's. I won't let that be me!