Don't Read This!!!

If you didn't watch the series finale of Lost yet, don't read this. Wait until you've watched it, then come back.


First off, Boone is hot. Just had to get that out of the way. I was glad to see him for just a few minutes at least.

But where was Michael? And the annoying kid? Walter! How come they didn't get to come meet up with everyone in heaven? (Not that I minded too much - I didn't really like them.) Basically, if you weren't a couple, you didn't get to heaven. Except Boone, probably because he's hot.

And how unsatisfying that they call it a resolution, when all it was is everyone meeting up in the afterlife, since they're all dead. I mean, sure, they held true to the "dead is dead" philosophy, but seriously? That is not closure.

I was with it right up to the point when Jack started talking to his father. At that point, it became just another Dallas moment - where an entire season was a dream just so they could get Patrick Duffy back, or Newhart... "Honey, you won't believe the dream I just had." Lame.

As Brad said, "I just wasted 120 hours of my life."

Okay, maybe not all wasted, I just feel cheated. There were no answers here, just another intense, very good episode. Only this time instead of leaving us hanging and wanting more, they wrapped up with five minutes of crap.

I'd go so far as to say I think even Seinfeld ended better. Leaving the main characters in jail is better than saying "Hey, we're not going to tell you what really happened to any of them. We're not going to explain anything about the island, just introduce you to a new shiny place there. We'll just let you know they all got to the afterlife. Because they all died at some point. Just like everyone else."

I am done now.

Tracking

Once upon a time, my sister went on a trip. Far away. Like, halfway around the world.

I was jealous. I still am. Mostly. She's had some flight issues. She didn't get to Barcelona until a day after she was scheduled, since her flight out of Salt Lake was delayed by snow and she missed the connection in Atlanta.

She should have been home yesterday, but her flight out of Barcelona was canceled due to the no-fly zone in Portugal because of the ash cloud from the Iceland volcano. She was re-routed through Paris and was supposed to be home about 30 minutes from now. So I thought I would get online and just check to see if she really would be.

Looks like her flight was delayed a few hours and she'll now be home in 2 1/2 hours. But at least it's in the air and back over North America. Know how I know?

How cool is that? Not only does it give you the expected time of arrival, but you can actually see the progress of the flight! Ah, web stalking. What did we ever do without it?

P.S. Notice how they couldn't fly through Portugal, but they can fly directly over the volcano producing the ash? Mother Nature is one freaky lady!

Lottie's Nemo Party

Lottie turns two this week. It's crazy that she is that old... sometimes she seems much older!

We had her birthday party at Grandma and Grandpa Johnson's house on Saturday. We're still at the stage where we really just have family at the party, but I think next year she'll get a party with her little friends - since they'll probably be old enough to understand and maybe care by then ; )

Warning... picture overload coming up.

I barely finished her birthday outfit, since my sewing machine jammed up while I was halfway through quilting her new quilt. Good thing she's not old enough to realize she didn't get it on her birthday! I borrowed my mom's machine and finished the pants late Friday night. Which means I didn't get to try them on her, and they are too long. But that's okay, she's still cute.

She liked twirling her shirt. And she even left the flower in her hair for the whole party. Hanging out with Ainsleigh is really turning her into a princess.

Daddy helped her open her presents. She was really spoiled by everyone. Grandma and Grandpa Molen made her a picture book with all of her Aunts and Uncles and cousins on the Molen side of the family. That will make it much easier to teach her who her family is that she doesn't get to see all the time.

Aunt Stephanie couldn't be at the party even though it was at her house, something about being on a Mediterranean cruise or something, but she made sure that Lottie had a new bike to match Ainsleigh's so they can ride around together.

And Liam's just so upset that he doesn't have a big kid bike to ride.

Or maybe he's upset because his pants kept falling down so we put him in suspenders to match Grandpa.


Then we had the pinata. One of my neighbors made this for the party. Since Lottie is our little Cinco de Mayo baby, we've had a pinata for her birthday party. I think that will last as long as she likes it... not sure how we'll work it in when she wants a princess party though.


And don't let their innocent faces fool you. They may look sweet, but they had great fun yelling "Hit Nemo!" and "I hit Nemo's face!"

Come to think of it, maybe pinatas don't teach the best lessons... Then we moved on to the cake. My Neighbor (notice the capitalization of Neighbor, that is not a typo - we don't actually live by each other any more, but she'll always be Neighbor to me - and she's awesome) made this amazing Nemo cake. And she always says she's not domestic.

Lottie sort of blew out the candles. Mommy had to help.

I made Nemo and bubble cookies to go with the cake and ice cream. I mean, really, what's a kid's birthday party without loading them up on sugar and sending them home with their parents?

I just miscalculated the "sending them home with their parents" part since all the kids were hanging out for the rest of the day at my parent's house. Oops. Well, at least they sat with their balloons watching a movie for a little while.

It was a great birthday party.