The Walking Dead, Children and Fire Connect the Dots

As someone who has been a The Walking Dead fan from the beginning I love and appreciate all of the connections that the show has made recently.

In “Consumed” Carol and Daryl are traveling down the road into Atlanta, the same road that Rick traveled down on horseback in Episode 1, “Days Gone Bye”. It’s ironic that Rick was traveling down this road to look for his family, and now Carol and Daryl are traveling to look for Beth, a person that they view as family. It was also cool to see a tank in Atlanta, although I don’t think it was Rick’s from Episode 1.

Fire has connected a lot of dots recently.

It’s been said that Daryl and Merle’s mother died in a fire, yet Daryl has been surrounded by ‘helpful fire’ lately, all of which he has started. He therapeutically burnt down the moonshine house with Beth in “Still”, he burnt the walker bodies for Carol at the housing center, and burnt the legal pad and trash bin to use as a ‘walker distraction’ in “Consumed”. Daryl has found a way to overcome and grow in this world.

Speaking of ‘this world’… Carol’s comment that things get “burned away” in this type of world, and Daryl’s comments that “we ain’t ashes”… are both meaningful quotes that brought this full circle for me.

In “The Grove” Carol and Tyreese see the smoke from the moonshine house (that Daryl and Beth started), but they didn’t know that Daryl and Beth were so close. It was also cool to see the ‘burning walkers’ from the moonshine house walk up on Carol, Tyreese, Lizzie, and Mika.

Now, let’s focus on the bodies that Daryl was burning in “Consumed”. CHILDREN.

We haven’t seen significant walker children recently. For a while we had Penny, the Governor of Woodbury’s daughter. Before that was perhaps the most significant, Sophia, Carol’s daughter. In “Consumed” Carol and Daryl saw the walker children behind a door, which had to be a bitter moment for Carol (revisiting Sophia, Lizzie, and Mika). It was also significant that the children were seen in the temporary housing building that Carol and Sophia briefly visited to get a moment away from abusive Ed (a character that I definitely don’t miss).

In “The Grove” Lizzie asks Carol, “Do you think there’ll be kids at Terminus?” To which Carol replied, “If their parents kept them safe.” At this point I wanted to jump inside the TV and console Carol about the death of Sophia. Sad throwback. But a nice reminder.

We also learned on The Talking Dead that “Tom Sawyer”, the book that Carol had in her bag in “Consumed”, was given to Lizzie by Hershel. Another subtle connection to Carol’s past relationships and love for children.

There are still a lot of connections to be discussed; childhood abuse, red vehicles, cigarettes, the conspiracies go on and on…. and I’m sure there are many more to come. I can’t wait.

**Featured photo, me at Woodbury



Chinese Ribbons Make a Minimalist

There is no such thing as a free lunch, the glass is either half-empty or half-full, keep up with the Jonses’, the bigger the better… Embellished. Ornate. Lavish. Outlandish.

It seems that there is no room left for the minimalist in today’s society… But in the middle of Beijing, China; the most unlikely place– I found the perfect minimalist.
A middle-aged Asian women, a beautiful smile, dancing with a dazzling lime green ribbon.
We approached her. She stopped dancing. Offered us the ribbon. And we danced.
We forgot that we had walked miles that day, our achy backs and swollen feet drifted out of our minds.
When we finished dancing, happy and out of breath, we reached into our pockets to pay her (because everything costs something, right?) but she said “no”, smiled a sincere smile, took back the ribbon, and started dancing again.
She was a simple woman, in a park, letting people ribbon dance… for free.


Weekly Photo Prompt:: “This week, show us your minimalist photos.”

Why I Started Blogging: The Messy Truth Behind the Uncustomary Housewife

Why do people blog? Why did I start blogging? This is my 1 Year Anniversary with blogging. I’ve never revealed why I started, but today I’m ready to share.

Buddha sat down beneath a tree because he knew there was more to life. John Lennon wrote Imagine because he knew the world could do better.

My story is not like that of Buddha or Lennon. My motivation wasn’t beautiful. I didn’t start blogging to inspire. I started because my life hit a stalemate… A “WWI on the Western Front” style stalemate (history nerds will get it).

2013. I was a newlywed. I took a year off from teaching to be a housewife. At first it was amazing… It was all yoga, books, and long walks.

But it got old, fast. Yoga quickly stopped happening. Books turned into hours of NETFLIX. And as the days grew colder my walks grew shorter, and then stopped happening.

I woke up one cold November day and decided that I needed to get my life together. So I signed-up on WordPress and posted my first blog; Step One Get Your Life Together.

I blogged about my feelings, marriage, dog, house, fears, pictures, and any random thing that came to mind…. and things started getting better. I got back to taking care of myself; I read, did yoga, painted, walked, even started running some.

It was like I had bridged the gap between me and the rest of the world. I had built a bridge to get myself over the war trenches and stalemates…. Then something amazing happened, I joined the real world again, I started coaching Track and Field (sprinting and jumping) at Morehead State University (I had the pleasure of coaching some of the best young men I have ever met– people coach to change athlete’s lives, but sometimes they change ours).

In the summer of 2014 I decided to get back in the classroom, my real safe haven, I took a teaching job at Montgomery County High School. At MCHS I’ve met teachers that have made me fall in love with education again; I mean, these teachers really care about students, and they care about their co-workers.

People from over 100 countries have read my blog and communicate with me. Virtual co-bloggers from many places. Palestine. Nigeria. Germany. Cyprus. Haiti. Ghana. Jamaica. Slovakia. Peru. Hong Kong. Saudi Arabia. Kuwait. Nepal. Honduras. And so much more. It’s a window to the world.

Some of my posts are serious and personal, some are light-hearted and funny, some long, some short. This will be my 71st post on WordPress. Thank you to the people who have read, and will keep reading.

My husband just registered my official domain name as so, I’m official. Pretty exciting.

I blog about a lot of things. But I blog for one reason. It’s free therapy.

With Love, Uncustomary Housewife

Beijing Taxi Physics, A Refraction

Catching a Beijing Taxi, it’s a simple refraction.
An essential surface phenomenon.
A transmission medium.
I’m here, yet I need to be there.
A governance to the law of conservation.
Chinese energy and momentum.
It’s basic physics… Simple, right? Just like catching a Beijing Taxi.

Prompted by WordPress with “Refraction”

From China to America in 5 Minutes

I’m on the 5th hour of a 13-hour flight from China to America… and I have writer’s block. I would love to write a series of thought-provoking posts about my travels, but inspiration betrays me at the moment.

I’m currently in a “time change Twilight Zone”. A 12-hour time hop. In Beijing it’s 9:17pm on Saturday night… and in Kentucky it’s 9:17am on Saturday morning. So, I’m flying back in time… Well, sorta… It’s like a time change vortex. A black hole.

My United Airlines ticket lists my departure time from Beijing as 4:10pm on October 25th, and my arrival to Columbus as 4:15pm on October 25th. The same day, 5 MINUTES APART… *mind blown*.

It takes approximately 30 hours to get from America to China and back to America. My amazing husband bought me some interesting books for the flight, but at the moment all I want to do is watch a 6th in-flight movie.

I’m currently 35,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean, and the movie “The Ides of March” is calling my name.

See you soon, Planet Earth.

Weird Chinese Food: Scorpions on a Stick for 5 Yuan

The great Buddha once said, “When in China, dine as the Chinese do”… and that’s exactly what we did…. Okay, Buddha never said that– but it sounds cool.

Steve and I stepped of the Korean Airlines flight at approximately 4:30am (Chinese time), and in our jetlagged stupor we make a pact— during our month in China we would eat everything placed in front of us.

Bull (my student-translator) loved food, and he knew about our culinary pact…Steve and I quickly realized that asking for language translations while dining was a bad idea… halfway through eating our first meal I said, “this is amazing, what is it?” Bull replied, “Yīnjīng… Americans call them ‘mutton testicle’, very delicious in China.” That was the last time I asked for a translation before I was done eating.

Three guy lucky, pickled cuttlefish, boiled duck embryo tacos, duck beak meat, fish heads, intestine, thousand year old egg, tuna eyeball, sheep gentiles, stinky tofu, squid neck, chicken hearts, turtle yogurt, pickled chicken feet, and Steve’s favorite Xiezi de shíwù (蝎子的食物), also known as fried scorpion on a stick…. and much more.

If it could be fried and put on a stick we ate it. The most outrageous part is that neither of us got sick.

Daily Prompt, Mouths Wide Shut: Share some of your favorite food quirks with us.


Your side of the bed is empty and my reaction is absurd…

I normally rise to the sound of the morning news with a hot cup of coffee waiting on the vanity.
A happy hand waves at me as I pull out of the driveway.
I come home to a warm house, full of love and pleasant conversation.
The clothes are washed, the dishes are done, the grass is cut.

But for the last three days I’ve made my own coffee, I’ve came home to an empty house, and I’ve washed my own clothes… Life without my husband is absurdly difficult.

We have a wonderful marriage; I am a teacher, he is a doctor. But his job has required him to work away from home for two weeks…. I’m lost without him, but this ‘apart time’ has been wonderful for our marriage. During his absence I’ve had a chance to realize all the wonderful things he does for me everyday.

This week WordPress prompted me with the keyword “Absurd”, and this was the first thing that came to mind… The coffee, the clean clothes and dishes, the freshly cut grass, and so much more… I haven’t always said “thank you” to my husband, and that’s absurd; but I am forever thankful.