I watched this series from the beginning. I followed every twist and turn... I mean mostly lost but still I watched. Last night as I lay in bed watching the finale I was thinking YES!! This is great.
Then they entered the church. Then Jacks dad opened his mouth. That is when my brain shut off.
I couldn't sleep for a long time. I couldn't figure out if I just watched the second best finale ever (Six feet under was the best) or if I was totally ripped off.
Did the writers just tell me that Lost = people in limbo making stuff up in order to redeem themselves enough to go into heaven? That everyone I had just watched were dead from the beginning? That the island never happened? Or did it happen and the sideways world was limbo?
My brain raced into the wee hours of the morning until I finally fell asleep.
This morning.... I still don't know what to feel. There is a part of me that embraces the fact that this group of people waited for each other to ascend.
There is another part of me that is kind of pissed off. With questions.
Like...
Why was Penny in the church?
Why wasn't Vincent in the church?
Where was Richard? Did he actually exist at all?
Blah blah blah.....
So I think I will watch this episode again. Maybe then I can make up my mind if I enjoyed the ending or not.
Although.. regardless.... Best regular tv show ever!!
I have to admit to being a tad bit weepy today....
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost. Show all posts
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The post where I spew my guts out
You know PMS is a evil taskmaster. In fact PMS is flat out a bitch.
For the last few days I have been walking around with tight shoulders and a chip the size of a mountain on one of them.
It is funny how things bother you that wouldn't normally bother you. In fact I have even avoided this blog. So I decided rather then explode at some random moment accidentally killing someone I am going to spew some guts out and hopefully remove the building tension.
So ready for some random bitching?
*hands out protective gear
Dear clothing makers,
Here I am in the store to buy some pants. I need pants since my ass is getting fatter. I try on pair number one is let's say size..D. They fit good but are about 25 inches to long since I am short as shit. I walk out into the maze of clothes and pick up about 5 pairs of size D pants in different brands and styles and walk back into the dressing room.
Hmmm why doesn't this pair of pants go over my leg? Must be the wrong size? No it says size D. Must be a fluke.
Holy crap this pair is huge. No... says size D. What the fuck.
Oh look this one outlines my crotch. Might as well make it neon orange and get it over with.
Now explain to me this. Why 5 pairs of the same size pants do not fit me the same?
Get your shit together people and make sizes match.
OH and I loved this... go to the more expensive store and the sizes are smaller so a size C is actually a size D. They do that to boost peoples egos. So for more money you can pretend you are a size smaller. Stupid!
This just cements the fact that I HATE clothes shopping.
Dear attached to your phone,
I see you all the time. Sitting at a table with friends. Or walking with a buddy. Or at a event. You sit there with human people and ignore them because you are to busy playing with your phone. You may be talking to your aunt Mabel or your buddy Steve but what about the people you are with. Do you realize that you are ignoring them. That you are in essence saying this person or game on the phone is more important then me bonding with you. You don't matter to me as much as they do. It blows me away. Thank god I don't have friends like you.
And you chatty people who talk on the telephone when a human is helping you at Starbucks, the grocery store, the post office...Get the fuck off the phone until you are through the line. That checker in front of you is not your servant. That is a real life honest to god person in front of you and you are a rude asshole.
Dear nice Witness ladies,
I know you come to my house every Wednesday. I take the few minutes to talk to you because I am nice like that. But let me tell you right now... and I have.. I do not follow your beliefs.
When you tell me there is nothing after death, that you are dead, gone, nothing... I don't believe that. When you tell me that I don't have a soul.... that soul means something completely different, I don't believe that either. When you tell me that every ghost is a evil being, I don't believe that.
You are not going to change my mind. I am 42 years old and know what I believe. I will listen to you and challenge you to prove to me what you believe but my mind... my mind is my own. I will decide what beliefs I have. Not a ten minute talk at the door. Not that little book you want to read. Not those magazines you give me.
I have lived my life. I know what I believe. I know who I am. The bible is interpreted differently by you. Hell by pretty much every religion.
I will talk to you but don't expect me to "convert". Don't expect me to not challenge you. Don't expect me to say "I don't believe that in the least". I am NOT afraid to voice my thoughts. I am not about to tip toe around you. You came to my door expect me to be who I am.
Hope I don't scare you.
Dear skinny friend,
Seriously I know you are skinny. I don't need to hear you spout off about how you finally fit into size A- pants. Good for you. Now shut up about it. The first time is fine the second, third, one thousandth time not so much. Do you see my body? Do you not care about my feelings?
And when you start whining about how fat you are, how you have horrible body image, how you look like a pear, how you can't find pants, how you gained *gasp* a pound. It makes me want to hit you. It just shows me out out of touch with reality you are.
You are so stuck on yourself that you forget about other people.
You are so proud of your body that you don't realize that you put other people down.
It is all about you and nobody else but you.
A perfect body does not make a perfect person. I would rather have every dimple and roll then act like you do. I would rather make someone feel good about them self then make them feel like shit.
Sometimes your holier then thou attitude makes me sick.
Big fucking deal you are skinny. That doesn't define you as you seem to think it does. It doesn't make you perfect. It doesn't make you better then me or anyone else as you seem to think it does.
I would rather be known for my kindness then my pants size.
Dear celebrity gossip people,
I love to read gossip. I think it is normal for regular people to want to know how the other half lives. But you know what... I am tired of a few things. So... Shut the fuck up about the couple who had all those children... is it 9? They are divorcing.. crap what is their names...
Do you honestly expect me to believe that Brad and Angelina are having fights about Jennifer? I am so sick to death hearing about them. They are divorced. Obviously Brad and Angelina and their million kids are happy so shut the fuck up about the whole triangle that doesn't exist.
And seriously Michael Jackson is dead. Quit talking about him.
Oh and Perez Hilton... get the hell over yourself. You are gay. Woooooo OMG that must be so fucking hard on you. Leave other people alone. If they want to come out they will. Stop pushing people to come out. You are a disgrace. You actually make me kind of ill. I think you do more damage to gay rights then any other person on the planet. Shut the hell up.
Dear man I live with,
Seriously dude when did you decide I was the help? I realize I don't have a job but coming home every day and asking me what I did gets annoying. You aren't asking me how my day was or where I went, you are asking me what cleaning I did. Let me tell you something right now. That makes me want to not clean anything. That whole attitude pisses me off.
And when I clean the living room, kitchen, bedroom and computer room DO NOT ask me why I didn't clean the bathroom today. Fuck you.
How about saying "Wow honey the house looks good." This kind of comment will make me want to clean.
But no... nitpick nitpick nitpick.
It makes me want to hit you on the head with the skillet when you are sleeping. ahhhh blessed quiet.
Do not tell me that we are fat and should start exercising. Why because you are not going to start. You want me to start. Well you know what if I do start and yes I have, it has nothing to do with you. Pretty much every time you say that by the way I hear your real statement. That real comment that you think you are hiding. That I am fat and should work on it.
*pats his big belly
I am not the only one in that boat.
And then you say we should go on a diet, yet if I cook diet food you get pissed off. You must really be serious right?
UGH.
Dear Lost,
Get the hell on with it. Oooooo we are going to answer every question. Bull shit. We are three episodes in and we have more questions, a new group of people and new mysteries. What in the fuck. UGH.
Wow... I think I should shut up now lol
For the last few days I have been walking around with tight shoulders and a chip the size of a mountain on one of them.
It is funny how things bother you that wouldn't normally bother you. In fact I have even avoided this blog. So I decided rather then explode at some random moment accidentally killing someone I am going to spew some guts out and hopefully remove the building tension.
So ready for some random bitching?
*hands out protective gear
Dear clothing makers,
Here I am in the store to buy some pants. I need pants since my ass is getting fatter. I try on pair number one is let's say size..D. They fit good but are about 25 inches to long since I am short as shit. I walk out into the maze of clothes and pick up about 5 pairs of size D pants in different brands and styles and walk back into the dressing room.
Hmmm why doesn't this pair of pants go over my leg? Must be the wrong size? No it says size D. Must be a fluke.
Holy crap this pair is huge. No... says size D. What the fuck.
Oh look this one outlines my crotch. Might as well make it neon orange and get it over with.
Now explain to me this. Why 5 pairs of the same size pants do not fit me the same?
Get your shit together people and make sizes match.
OH and I loved this... go to the more expensive store and the sizes are smaller so a size C is actually a size D. They do that to boost peoples egos. So for more money you can pretend you are a size smaller. Stupid!
This just cements the fact that I HATE clothes shopping.
Dear attached to your phone,
I see you all the time. Sitting at a table with friends. Or walking with a buddy. Or at a event. You sit there with human people and ignore them because you are to busy playing with your phone. You may be talking to your aunt Mabel or your buddy Steve but what about the people you are with. Do you realize that you are ignoring them. That you are in essence saying this person or game on the phone is more important then me bonding with you. You don't matter to me as much as they do. It blows me away. Thank god I don't have friends like you.
And you chatty people who talk on the telephone when a human is helping you at Starbucks, the grocery store, the post office...Get the fuck off the phone until you are through the line. That checker in front of you is not your servant. That is a real life honest to god person in front of you and you are a rude asshole.
Dear nice Witness ladies,
I know you come to my house every Wednesday. I take the few minutes to talk to you because I am nice like that. But let me tell you right now... and I have.. I do not follow your beliefs.
When you tell me there is nothing after death, that you are dead, gone, nothing... I don't believe that. When you tell me that I don't have a soul.... that soul means something completely different, I don't believe that either. When you tell me that every ghost is a evil being, I don't believe that.
You are not going to change my mind. I am 42 years old and know what I believe. I will listen to you and challenge you to prove to me what you believe but my mind... my mind is my own. I will decide what beliefs I have. Not a ten minute talk at the door. Not that little book you want to read. Not those magazines you give me.
I have lived my life. I know what I believe. I know who I am. The bible is interpreted differently by you. Hell by pretty much every religion.
I will talk to you but don't expect me to "convert". Don't expect me to not challenge you. Don't expect me to say "I don't believe that in the least". I am NOT afraid to voice my thoughts. I am not about to tip toe around you. You came to my door expect me to be who I am.
Hope I don't scare you.
Dear skinny friend,
Seriously I know you are skinny. I don't need to hear you spout off about how you finally fit into size A- pants. Good for you. Now shut up about it. The first time is fine the second, third, one thousandth time not so much. Do you see my body? Do you not care about my feelings?
And when you start whining about how fat you are, how you have horrible body image, how you look like a pear, how you can't find pants, how you gained *gasp* a pound. It makes me want to hit you. It just shows me out out of touch with reality you are.
You are so stuck on yourself that you forget about other people.
You are so proud of your body that you don't realize that you put other people down.
It is all about you and nobody else but you.
A perfect body does not make a perfect person. I would rather have every dimple and roll then act like you do. I would rather make someone feel good about them self then make them feel like shit.
Sometimes your holier then thou attitude makes me sick.
Big fucking deal you are skinny. That doesn't define you as you seem to think it does. It doesn't make you perfect. It doesn't make you better then me or anyone else as you seem to think it does.
I would rather be known for my kindness then my pants size.
Dear celebrity gossip people,
I love to read gossip. I think it is normal for regular people to want to know how the other half lives. But you know what... I am tired of a few things. So... Shut the fuck up about the couple who had all those children... is it 9? They are divorcing.. crap what is their names...
Do you honestly expect me to believe that Brad and Angelina are having fights about Jennifer? I am so sick to death hearing about them. They are divorced. Obviously Brad and Angelina and their million kids are happy so shut the fuck up about the whole triangle that doesn't exist.
And seriously Michael Jackson is dead. Quit talking about him.
Oh and Perez Hilton... get the hell over yourself. You are gay. Woooooo OMG that must be so fucking hard on you. Leave other people alone. If they want to come out they will. Stop pushing people to come out. You are a disgrace. You actually make me kind of ill. I think you do more damage to gay rights then any other person on the planet. Shut the hell up.
Dear man I live with,
Seriously dude when did you decide I was the help? I realize I don't have a job but coming home every day and asking me what I did gets annoying. You aren't asking me how my day was or where I went, you are asking me what cleaning I did. Let me tell you something right now. That makes me want to not clean anything. That whole attitude pisses me off.
And when I clean the living room, kitchen, bedroom and computer room DO NOT ask me why I didn't clean the bathroom today. Fuck you.
How about saying "Wow honey the house looks good." This kind of comment will make me want to clean.
But no... nitpick nitpick nitpick.
It makes me want to hit you on the head with the skillet when you are sleeping. ahhhh blessed quiet.
Do not tell me that we are fat and should start exercising. Why because you are not going to start. You want me to start. Well you know what if I do start and yes I have, it has nothing to do with you. Pretty much every time you say that by the way I hear your real statement. That real comment that you think you are hiding. That I am fat and should work on it.
*pats his big belly
I am not the only one in that boat.
And then you say we should go on a diet, yet if I cook diet food you get pissed off. You must really be serious right?
UGH.
Dear Lost,
Get the hell on with it. Oooooo we are going to answer every question. Bull shit. We are three episodes in and we have more questions, a new group of people and new mysteries. What in the fuck. UGH.
Wow... I think I should shut up now lol
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
It's really here!!!
It seems like I have been waiting forever but tonight is LOST!!!!
Now... Dear all friends and relatives. Starting at around 7:30 tonight until tomorrow do not call. Do not visit. Do not expect me to do any favors. Do not expect me to answer my phone. I will be getting ready to watch Lost.
Dear Honey..... Do not talk to me during Lost or I may have to smack you. If you can't remember why Ben is covered in blood you can wait until a commercial for me to explain it to you.
Dear Dogs.... Yes that big chewy bone is yours to eat in the living room... and yes I will give it to you about 3 minutes before Lost starts.
Dear Cats.... DO not meow. Do not walk up my chest for pets. Go in the living room with the dogs lol
It's funny how totally into this I am. On Facebook we have been doing lost quotes and changing our avatar to lost people. I never realized until this week how many of my Facebook friends are people who I have never met in person but have known now for almost six years online.
Dear creators of Lost.... This can be known as the best series on tv ever... don't screw this up. Answers that make sense please!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Couple things
I was surpised to see that people didn't run screaming from yesterdays post. In fact some of your comments made me feel like hell maybe I am normal.
One of you asked how old I was. I am 42. A fact that stupid facebook seems determined to remind me of every single day on the ads.
42 year old woman get free Uggs. umm no
42 year old woman get free this or that. Dude QUIT telling me how old I am.
oooo sorry tangent LMAO!
And I have to agree with the stupid hair that now grows on your face comment. My face is NOT the place for random black hairs to start sprouting ok. And they freaking have babies. I hate them. I don't want to look like a damn man. And why do they have to seem to suddenly appear. I know I look at myself every day so how in the hell did that hair get to be almost a half an inch long?
I figure pretty soon this will be me only with black facial hair.
I even got a new person who posted. Love that. Now if I can find the time today to go read people that would be great.
It is garbage day. That means four million chores today. Why there are so many on garbage day I have no idea. And I had the stupid grand idea to wash all the bedding today.
Not mine thank god lol
OH!!! Let me tell you a little something that has me so excited I could pee my pants. LOST IS COMING BACK ON!!!
What seems like 4000 years ago I saw a commercial for a new show. It had a plane crash on a island inhabited by a monster. I thought WOO FREAKING HOOO monster!! And I tuned in.
Who knew that all these years later I would be getting ready to watch the last season.
As big of a love affair as I have with this show I also have a hate affair. I am more then ready for it to be over while at the same time very sad that it is ending. I blame the long waiting periods between shows and seasons for my ready to be over feelings. Don't get me wrong... the love is still fresh too.
I will say this... if this show ends with everyone getting off the plane in LA like none of this ever happened or if it ends by the plane crashing on the island and the whole thing starts over again due to a time flip I might throw the remote through the tv.
Lost brought me together with my best friend too.
How can you not like something like that?
Anywhooooo time to make some spaghetti sauce for dinner in while.
One of you asked how old I was. I am 42. A fact that stupid facebook seems determined to remind me of every single day on the ads.
42 year old woman get free Uggs. umm no
42 year old woman get free this or that. Dude QUIT telling me how old I am.
oooo sorry tangent LMAO!
And I have to agree with the stupid hair that now grows on your face comment. My face is NOT the place for random black hairs to start sprouting ok. And they freaking have babies. I hate them. I don't want to look like a damn man. And why do they have to seem to suddenly appear. I know I look at myself every day so how in the hell did that hair get to be almost a half an inch long?
I figure pretty soon this will be me only with black facial hair.
I even got a new person who posted. Love that. Now if I can find the time today to go read people that would be great.
It is garbage day. That means four million chores today. Why there are so many on garbage day I have no idea. And I had the stupid grand idea to wash all the bedding today.
Not mine thank god lol
OH!!! Let me tell you a little something that has me so excited I could pee my pants. LOST IS COMING BACK ON!!!
What seems like 4000 years ago I saw a commercial for a new show. It had a plane crash on a island inhabited by a monster. I thought WOO FREAKING HOOO monster!! And I tuned in.
Who knew that all these years later I would be getting ready to watch the last season.
As big of a love affair as I have with this show I also have a hate affair. I am more then ready for it to be over while at the same time very sad that it is ending. I blame the long waiting periods between shows and seasons for my ready to be over feelings. Don't get me wrong... the love is still fresh too.
I will say this... if this show ends with everyone getting off the plane in LA like none of this ever happened or if it ends by the plane crashing on the island and the whole thing starts over again due to a time flip I might throw the remote through the tv.
Lost brought me together with my best friend too.
How can you not like something like that?
Anywhooooo time to make some spaghetti sauce for dinner in while.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
All about me.... sort of
Ok. So I have no real news on either Uncle. Except that Uncle Bill seems to be going through congestive heart failure. Joy.
But I wanted to tell you about me so you all (ok one of you LMAO) don’t run away as fast as possible.
I am a 41 year old woman who has never married or had children. Although I have been dating the same man for the last 19 years. YES, I know! Anywhoooo…..We have furry kids. Two huge monster dogs and four cats. Well, 3 ½ cats. Mootch is a stray I am trying very hard to tame. We feed him but don’t get to touch him. Hmmm sounds like… never mind LMAO!
The BF is currently out of work. Hell he has been out of work since November. Talk about a bummer. But there is nothing out there for him. It really puts a strain on things. Hopefully soon though. Maybe after our vacation.
I am currently 4 weeks away from my first vacation in 9 years. We are going on a cruise to Alaska. YEE FREAKING HAW!! We have had this planned for the last year so it being this close is so exciting I am ready to pee my pants. I still need things though. I need to buy a coat and shoes and a camera. Oh and I need to buy pants.
We purchased this before the loss of the job. His company just flat out closed the doors on the employees. No final paycheck. No vacation pay. No Cobra. Nothing.
I am a tv junkie. Lost is my true love. I am very sad it is ending next year. I also love a few other shows.
American Idol (Adam should have won), Bones, Deadliest Catch, Survivor, Ghost Hunters, Iron Chef America, So you think you can Dance, Big Brother. There are a lot more. *blushes.
The other thing I am is a reader. I am a bookaholic. I need books like other people need air. I at all times have 2 books on me. The second one is in case I finish the first. I do not want to be stuck reading the gum package or my car manual or anything goofy like that. And trust me I have.
My first love of reading is horror closely followed by paranormal romance. I cannot do true crime or real life stories. I am reading to get away from it all not learn. If I want to learn I will watch the Discovery channel or do research on the internet.
So there my boring self is.
But I wanted to tell you about me so you all (ok one of you LMAO) don’t run away as fast as possible.
I am a 41 year old woman who has never married or had children. Although I have been dating the same man for the last 19 years. YES, I know! Anywhoooo…..We have furry kids. Two huge monster dogs and four cats. Well, 3 ½ cats. Mootch is a stray I am trying very hard to tame. We feed him but don’t get to touch him. Hmmm sounds like… never mind LMAO!
The BF is currently out of work. Hell he has been out of work since November. Talk about a bummer. But there is nothing out there for him. It really puts a strain on things. Hopefully soon though. Maybe after our vacation.
I am currently 4 weeks away from my first vacation in 9 years. We are going on a cruise to Alaska. YEE FREAKING HAW!! We have had this planned for the last year so it being this close is so exciting I am ready to pee my pants. I still need things though. I need to buy a coat and shoes and a camera. Oh and I need to buy pants.
We purchased this before the loss of the job. His company just flat out closed the doors on the employees. No final paycheck. No vacation pay. No Cobra. Nothing.
I am a tv junkie. Lost is my true love. I am very sad it is ending next year. I also love a few other shows.
American Idol (Adam should have won), Bones, Deadliest Catch, Survivor, Ghost Hunters, Iron Chef America, So you think you can Dance, Big Brother. There are a lot more. *blushes.
The other thing I am is a reader. I am a bookaholic. I need books like other people need air. I at all times have 2 books on me. The second one is in case I finish the first. I do not want to be stuck reading the gum package or my car manual or anything goofy like that. And trust me I have.
My first love of reading is horror closely followed by paranormal romance. I cannot do true crime or real life stories. I am reading to get away from it all not learn. If I want to learn I will watch the Discovery channel or do research on the internet.
So there my boring self is.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
