STILL ALIVE!

Published
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Cheney
on February 14, 2010
in the dot com
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Hi, whoever is reading. Just wanted to let you know I’m still alive and still online. Unfortunately I don’t think I will ever use this domain again for proper blogging - too many douchebags in the world that I don’t want knowing my business.

However, you can visit CHENEY.ME which is my Tumblr - which is just the coolest thing in the world for someone who is perpetually addicted to all the the things the internet can offer.

Maybe once every few months I’ll check in here, and then again, maybe not. I may as well keep all this crap online, eh.

CHENEY.ME! MUCH COOLER THAN HERE!

Absent

Published
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Cheney
on August 28, 2009
in elise and lists
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Haven’t been wanting to blog here lately, isn’t that totally obvious by now? I’ve had these feelings recently like writing on this blog is like standing naked in the street and screaming - I hardly say anything important, hardly anyone reads it, but still. I just can’t say what I feel here, I can’t be who I am.

Things that have been happening recently:

  • Elise is totally, completely 100% potty-trained!! Can I get a ‘HOLLA!!!
  • Still writing about vampire zombies from space.. still not letting anyone read it. Unless you ask. (hint hint, nudge nudge)
  • Waiting impatiently for fall, for hoodie season, but having a sinking terrifying feeling that it is going to be a long, LONG cold winter
  • Watching too much TV, oh my!
  • Being bored
  • Being lonely

Surprise, surprise.

Don’t worry, ya’ll. I’ll be back soon/sporadically.

Zombies and such.

Published
by
Cheney
on July 22, 2009
in elise, writing and zombies
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(Not sure if anyone would be able to tell, but I actually wrote this on the 20th and THOUGHT I published it then, but alas I did not. Silly Wordpress..)

I have no idea what to say so I am going to say whatever comes to mind, haha!!

My cat, Elmo, is so annoying. He’s already ruined two sets of my living room blinds so I have now switched to lime green curtains which color coordinate perfectly with my bright blue pillows and orange map tapestry (ahhh color!) but now the curtains are COVERED in nasty cat fur because he is up in the windowsill every .05 seconds. And I’ve only had the curtains for like, two weeks.

Is anything new going on in my neck of the woods? I launched a new website: www.vampirezombiesfromspace.com, which I soon after password protected for various reasons, but you can just leave me a comment, shoot me an email, msg me on Facebook, etc. if you want the password, which is super easy to remember and will unlock all the posts.

MMmmmm, Zombies.

Saturday night I went down to Niantic with Elise and my family to go to the street fair and see the fireworks. We sat on the beach, Hole In The Wall Beach, specifically, to watch them. I haven’t been to Hole In The Wall since I was in high school, which, haha! is nine years past at this point, and I don’t remember it being as small as it is. With that said, there were innumerable people packed onto that beach for the fireworks show, and it was an exodus in the dark leaving the beach and going through the tunnel under the train tracks to get back out onto the main street. A few minutes after the fireworks were over, after we had mostly gotten our folding beach chairs packed up in their very inconvenient bags, floodlights suddenly went on at the tail end of the beach and cast this eerie like-daylight-but-totally-not glow over the beach. Which made it easier to see the masses of people behind and in front of us trying to squeeze into this tiny tunnel, which is the only exit back off the beach onto the road. It was creepy. It was even creepier when I got into the tunnel, clutching Elise to me for dear life as people were nearly crushing against me, everyone trying to get out faster than they should try for practical and safety purposes, and all I could think to myself, ALL I COULD THINK, was “This would be an awful time for a sudden Zombie apocalypse.”

Then, last night, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my recent memory of a post-zombie-apocalypse world. It mainly featured way too many people trying to live their lives in a horribly constructed shanty town within a multi-level parking garage, which seems wrong on so many levels. The zombies in this dream were quiet, and fast. I hate the fast ones.

So yeah, been writing a lot lately, mostly about the zombies. Zombies zombies zombies.

Zombies.

More on that later, I’m sure

Goodbye to a Great One

Published
by
Cheney
on June 22, 2009
in family
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Today was a hard day - the funeral of one of the best men I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Papa Teel passed away on Tuesday after a long illness, and although we all knew his death was coming, it was still hard, and I am shocked by the faith that the family has - the faith that it won’t be long until they see Papa again in heaven - a faith that on days like these I wish I had.

When asked by the pastor if anyone wanted to say anything about Papa, only two people decided to do so, both family members. I wanted to, but I just don’t handle death well, and I probably would have cried during the talking more than his own grandchildren did. Yeah, I just don’t handle myself well. It wasn’t that he and I were close, we weren’t, but I knew he cared about me and my family as I did about his, and the grief I felt today was for his family that is going to be missing the great man that brought that family to the world, a family I have always loved and have felt lucky to be sort of a part of for most of my life.

So here is what I would have said:

I remember Papa Teel like so many of his family members did - as someone who commanded a room and demanded respect, which was well deserved for all he did for our town, not to mention our country. I also remember scurrying away from his recliner when he came into the living room. I remember that he never just called me Cheney, it was always Miss Cheney Meaghan, no matter what. I remember his booming laugh, his big strong hands. And if I were to pick one memory to hold on to forever, as obviously I have, it was of one of the days the pigs got out on the farm. We were little, I remember. I remember it being me, Korie and Jordan, and I think Matt was also around that day, and we were already done with the swimming pool for the day and inside the house watching TV when one of us, it was Jordan I think, saw a pig running by one of the living room windows. The pigs escaped from the barn! (To those who have no idea what I am talking about, the Teel’s operated a pig farm years ago.) All of us kids ran outside to see if we could catch the pigs before they ran out of the yards and off into the woods. I had no luck, and I don’t think Korie did either. Jordan had gotten one pig around the neck, but the pig was almost as big as he was, and it started dragging him off down the dirt road. That’s when I remember Papa Teel finally running out of the house and promptly started screaming at Jordan to let go of the damned pig!! Let go!! While us kids had run outside after the pigs, Papa Teel or Grandma Teel had been inside calling the reinforcements - all the adults on the farm. But I remember Jordan didn’t let go right away, and Papa kept yelling, and when Jordan finally let go and fell off the damn, pig, Papa ran over him to make sure he was okay, and then he started hooting and hollering about the pigs. Well, we kids were shooed off to the sidelines while the big men took care of business and got all of the swine herded back into the barns, and when they all finally came back into the house Papa Teel sat down in his recliner and took a nap.

That’s my memory. I was so little at the time, I had to only have been in second grade, third at most. What would that make me? Eight? Nine? It’s strange. I practically grew up in that house, spent countless summer days there, afternoons after school.. and for whatever reason when I think of Papa Teel I know that the image of him running after Jordan who was hanging onto a pig for dear life is the the one I’m going to hold with me for the rest of my days.

Ahh, well. Goodbye Papa Teel. We’ll miss you.