I Wrote That

i only watch one show regularly each week. only one. not two or three or four. but one. i’m addicted to LOST. i only started watching it this season. but i borrowed the previous 3 season to catch up marathon style. so last night i tune in at 9pm exactly but i don’t see any jungle, no freighter, not even ONE other. what i do see is grey’s anatomy. which i have only watched one partial episode. the premiere episode. and it only took less than 1/2 an episode to figure out it wasn’t going to be a fave. but lost is different. i love that show. there probably isn’t one thing i don’t like about. even my son knows that thursday at 9 are MY TIME. he will ask to go somewhere and since i know we are easily distracted and would end up staying out too late and miss part of the show i just look at him and say “LOST is on tonight” in my most petulant 14 year old voice dripping with attitude.

anyway, it was 9pm and grey’s was still on. then it was 9:01 and 9:02 and i started to think my clock was wrong (it wasn’t) then it was 9:03 and finally LOST started. thank goodness i was beginning to get worried. last night’s show was pretty good. got to the last minute or 2, which if you are a lost fan know is VERY important and necessary to see because they always say, do or show you something that makes you really think about it all. but last night i was robbed of that precious moment when at 9:59 when lost is wrapping up and getting to those aforementioned necessary last few minutes the show cut off. in it’s replacement was the george lopez show. now i love the george lopez show and think it’s very funny and love when GL mocks his wife’s dad saying “wachala” (at least i think that is what he says.) but i do not love the gl show when it cuts off lost. nothing again gl i’m just saying. so now i feel unfulfilled and just a little empty inside.

get over it you say? oh i will and almost am……..okay i’m done. can’t wait for next week!

we all went to the kofa high school senior awards ceremony last night. my nephew was being recognized along with 3 other seniors as enlisting in the marine corps. the staff sgt gave them certificates and commended them for taking this path while they stood “at ease” on the stage already looking as if they had been in training. i teared up. yeah just for this. you know i’m gonna be a mess at his graduation and when he leaves for boot camp and will be even worse at the boot camp graduation. he’s my wawa, afterall. no one would expect otherwise…especially from me. i’m a cryer. i accept it. let’s move on.

the parking at the school sucks. they have constructed new buildings in what used to be the main parking lot. they have moved the main parking lot up to above the football field but have left a few parking spots down below near the new construction. since my dad is in a wheel chair we normally park in that small parking lot but all the spots were filled so we were going to park along the curb. as soon as i turned the car off and my parents walked around the back to get the chair out a very rude man started raising his voice at them saying they couldn’t park there because he was trying to trap a burrowing owl 100 feet from where we were parked and it had been scared away numerous times. first all it was definitely a bad night to be trapping a skittish bird when there would be cars and people milling around the area all night and he was just plain rude. and THAT was unnecessary. even if a bird was in danger living fine in the area. the funniest part was that near where we had to park there were THREE burrowing owls at the end of the football field. and the soon to be kidnapped removed bird was mockingly perched just down the way from the rude guy.

of course. she likes the box more than the toy.

a gift from my mother for mother’s day. it’s a small metal folder with a little notepad of paper inside. also comes with a mini-pen that keeps all my secrets closed up tight.

i’ve added a page. see what i want to do, what i’m working on, and eventually what i have actually gotten done!

driving home from my drs appt yesterday and i’m stopped at the light. i look over nad i notice this woman has her nicely manicured foot on the steering wheel. at first i don’t think anything of it since lots of people put their feet in weird places while they are driving. i remember seeing a guy driving on the freeway with his foot out the window. anyway, as i look closer i realize that she’s on the phone. so i’m thinking that would be funny if she was driving with her foot while she’s on the phone.

as you can see in this picture we have now moved down 1/2 mile and her foot is still on the steering wheel and she’s still on the phone. and yes it’s true, and not so funny now, she is driving with her foot!! and yes she has arms! she’s using one to hold onto the phone and then i saw the other one come up to make a turn into a parking lot.

what is wrong with people? seriously?

artichokes that were growing in a field that i passed. i love how the plants look so gnarly and wild but the flower is a bright purple. it’s always surprising to see such vibrant colors amongst the many muted greens of the artichoke plant.

the wildness of an artichoke plant even in the controlled atmosphere of farmland.

my really good friend gave me this piece of art that she had made for me. i like it. it’s pretty. i has words on it. and it gives me that mothman vibe. but not in a bad way. i can’t leave it out though because sassy thinks it’s her own personal play thing. it speaks to her too i guess.

the outside of the house is being painted. the guys have been outside doing work for the past week. first they power washed the outside, cleaned off the flat roof of one large garbage can worth of dirt, and painted outside. this has driven sassy completely nuts. she spends most of the day hiding under my bed. the other times when she is compelled to make the trek out to the litter box or food and water she does a belly crawl so that whatever evil thing is outside making all the noises will not see her. she creeps stealthily by the windows and sliding glass doors as she warily watches the shadows of the guys working or walking by. just in case they lunge in and grab her.

yesterday afternoon they were finishing up with the front door and had it propped open with the screen locked open. and since sassy is an indoor only cat but has started making random attempts to bolt out the door to freedom i was uneasy with her being free to roam around. so i closed the bedroom door so that she couldn’t go out until they were done working. she planted herself right in front of the door and would lay her head on the floor and look under the door so that she could continue to keep her eye on him while he worked.

miss sassy sox