Homemaker/Political Scientist

Funny how each campaign season I promise myself I won't get so wrapped up in the everyday details of the presidential campaign, but here I go again throwing my whole heart into it, ready to get my hope shattered once again. The big f*cking mess we have found ourselves in,is a strong indicator that I have been right the last two times, because my guys did not get in hence the big f*cking mess. to be cont'd...

The Return of LOST...and then some...

Since the LOST Season 3 Finale last May, ironically nine months ago, I pondered impatiently how I would pass the chasm of time till the start of the new season...



Question: What else takes nine months?



That's right, I gave birth to my own little castaway, in the meantime, just in time to enjoy the new season with a brand new appreciation for patience. AH, perspective... I didn't even need LOST rehab. A slap in the face by the firm hand of reality was sufficient enough. Don't get me wrong I still love the show and the weekly anticipation of a new episode...you know, that sustained "I-can't-wait-till-the-next-episode" feeling... that comes over you the moment the screen turns black. However, a new baby really makes the time fly by and before I know it... it's Thursday again.(I was spending way too much time online anyway) Funny how, a little perspective throws all that time/space continuum talk out the window, and just lets you enjoy the story for what it's worth, in the moment! Let the excess just fall away...and for the record nothing rejuvinates a tired mommy quite like the smokin' hot men of LOST.