I'm Lost
Boy. Last night was the most intense 2.5 hours of my LIFE. Well, the part of my life that I relegate to television viewing, anyway. Last night, as you may have heard, was THE END for LOST. If you haven't been watching it for the past six years, what were you doing with your life? LOL No, I know. It was one of those things you were either fully emersed in or you didn't want to expend the energy it took to follow it. Because it did take a lot of energy to follow it. And as much as I was held captivated by it, I am really too stupid to really full grasp it. No, seriously. I've read the discussion boards. I've followed other blogs about it. And I'd always be like, "Why didn't I catch that?" or "I completly missed that." My brain is merely too simple to comprehend all the little mysteries and tie-ins and connections that were hidden throughout six seasons of this show. It was no different last night. Honestly, the finale was gripping an...

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I wondered who had been going into my fenced area and leaving the gate open. I had found it open several times since the first of January so when I heard some slamming outside (you have to lift the gate from inside and push to get it open--to open from outside requires a lot of jerking), I yanked the door open and saw her run off. When I found the ball, I dropped into that cinderblock to be mean. Not giving it back to her, that's for sure. That's the tennis ball I had to retrieve for them several times back in the fall and her mom eventually told her not to bother me anymore. So I guess she'd taken to skipping asking me and going straight to my gate.
Now I have a padlock on my gate. *eg*