I read some where that Friday is cat blog day, and you should post a random picture of a cat. Instead, I was surfin utube and found this.

Seriously, click the link, you won’t regret it. I think.

I call it, “One kitties impersonation of Vivian when she stays up til 4 am blogging and then has to be full time stay at home mommy the next day.”

P.S. Two twin cats, free to good home. Contact if interested!

STEP ONE: Watch this 

STEP TWO: Mark my words “Elmo Toy: ONE LONG SLOW DEATH FOR ANYONE WHO DARES GIVE TO MY SON!”

Clubmom blog from Cheeky Lotus clearly defined the occupational requirements of a mom blogger. Go check it out– and come back!

I am NOT alone. Take special note of that last line, about perky boobs. I am REALLY not alone!

 Today Hubby awoke from his nap to see our Lil’ E nursing, (we ARE weaning, sort of) and had the NERVE to remark, “honey, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but the more and longer he nurses, the more flat your boobs will get. I’m just trying to help you.”

 Don’t worry, I snapped back, “ME? HELP ME? I LOVE nursing, and so does Lil E, so my flabby boobs aren’t helping YOU!!!!”

Oh, men!

So I decided to share this hilarious poem I found in my Mothering mag:

Dr. Suess for Nursing Moms (unknown)

Would you nurse her in the park?

Would you nurse him in the dark?

Would you nurse him with a Boppy?

And when your boobs are feeling floppy?

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ABOVE: Today’s LOST crew putting on their best LOST faces, (except Pastor T, who apparently missed the memo! Strike a pose, big guy!) –Oh, and some girl with a HUGE mouth came over and crashed the party, that was kinda weird.

SO WHAT ARE MY TOUGHTS? FUNNY YOU ASK!

THE INFAMOUS EYE: Well we’ve seen many a episode begin with a big ol eyeball, this time it was Locke’s. At last we are back on the other side of the island, finding the fate of our button pushers. Locke is lying in the jungle, just waking up, and sees a crazed, naked Desmond running past him. He has the use of his legs, something some spoilers (or should I say FOILERS foretold he would not have). On the other hand, he has lost his voice instead.

LOCKE AND CHARLIE: Locke goes to the beach camp and tries to communicate with Charlie, but not before tearing apart his tent for supplies to build something else. Charlie, as is his custom lately, was pretty rude and sarcastic towards Locke, maybe even a bit antagonistic. Locke ignores his comments and continues to motion and write out a basic message: He needs Charlie to guard a sweat tent, you know, so he can “speak to the island”. Well okay, so now the roles turn a bit as LOCKE ingests some sort of nasty guano looking hallucinogenic to bring him into his intense dream state in the sweat tent. (Zero tolerance policy, haha, nice Charlie!) In all, Charlie ventures into danger with Locke, and this time his younger companion is not injured. In fact, I might think that the relationship between them is building again?

DREAM STATE: Boone, representing Locke’s spirit guide of some sort, appears in the sweat tent. He has a sort of all knowing way about him, (I guess that’s cause he’s like dead?), and asks Locke to follow him. Of course, Locke will have to use his old wheelchair, because in the dream state, he cannot use his legs. His voice, he is told by Boone, will return when he has something important to say. So as Boone escorts Locke around in his chair, their surroundings turn into the Oceanic Airlines terminal, where Locke has to figure out who is in great danger that he must save. Not Charlie and Claire, the couple with the baby- they are okay, for now; not Hurley, an attendant; not Sun or Jin –Sayid taking care of that, and not Sawyer, Kate and Jack, passengers checking in with the sinister Ben through the security check –though he will help them later; and not Desmond, the pilot. After riding the escalator to follow Boone, Locke finds himself in a pool of blood and Boone, now covered in blood as well, throws him Mr. Ecko’s staff. “Clean up the mess you’ve made” Boone tells him. They’ve got him. Who? A scary growling face beckoning Locke back to reality reveals to him that it is a polar bear who has Ecko. He emerges out of the tent, or more precisely falls backwards out of it in fear, to tell Charlie (with his hoarse voice) that he is going to save Ecko.

*This was a trippy dream scene, the best part of the whole episode. I still find it strange how much Locke has dipped into drugs, from the stuff he put on Boone to his own sweat tent journey, as well as the back flash of tonights epi. He seems to believe that these drugs he had used on Boone and now himself will help “guide” them. Yet he is so against Charlie using any. I dunno about that!

POLAR BEARS: So there are more polar bears than the one killed by Sawyer, and whether they were summoned by a psychic Walt or not seems unclear. Following its tracks, Locke and Charlie find the bear’s cave and, after burning the bear’s face to make it let go of Ecko, do manage to rescue Ecko and get him back the beach.

HURLEY: Before finding the bear cave, they run into Hurley, on his trek back from the other side of the island. I can’t remember, but I don’t think he explained the thing about Michael being responsible for the death of Anna and Libby, but he does tell them about Fake Henry (we now know as Ben) being the leader, and about the capture of their three friends and Hurley’s duty to warn the rest of them. Locke, rather than going after this right away, stays on target with his current plan to save Ecko. Hurley then bumps into…

DESMOND: a naked Desmond, much to Hurley’s embarrassment. Desmond and he exchange a few current events, updating each other a tad on what each one missed. Desmond then says that Locke will save Kate, Sawyer, and Jack, BECAUSE HE SAID SO IN HIS SPEECH. Hurley recalls no such speech. Hurley- strange look on his face.

GETTING BACK TO THE BEACH: Locke and Charlie, dragging along a badly wounded Ecko, make a rest stop. While Charlie is away, Locke takes a moment to say some words of regret and apology to a passed out Mr. Ecko. But Ecko awakes and tells him it is not too late to save them. When Charlie returns, Ecko shows no signs of having just been conscious.

FINALLY BACK ON THE BEACH: Claire, Hurley, and new characters Nikki and Paulo (two emerging full-time characters, fellow Losties, played by Kiele Sanchez- of WB’s Related- and Rodrigo Santoro –of Love Actually) gather around the returning rescue crew. Locke quickly steps in to delegate, followed by a short monologue about his intents to find and free Jack, Sawyer, and Kate. Hurley appears shaken about this, looking back and forth between Locke and Desmond (who is wearing an XXXL tie-died t-shirt tossing rocks into the ocean). De ja vu, he mentions to Charlie when he says, “that was quite a SPEECH”. Could it be our little Aussie Desmond has achieved super natural powers of foreseeing the future during the hatch implosion? (Funny, Hurley could have these powers to, as he first asked Desmond if he was going to turn into the Hulk or something now!) I think this is an interesting twist, however maybe a bit unrealistic and sci-fi for a show attempting to be more scientifically based.

THE FLASHBACKS: The show was a Locke centric, although the flashbacks were not all that revealing. Locke picks up a hitchhicker, befriends him and allows the young man to come be a part of a little farming commune. This seems to be Locke’s new substitute family. The new friend, named Eddie, stays for 6 weeks and at last asks Locke about the guns in the back of the truck the day they met, as well as the large greenhouse no one can enter where large supplies of fertilizer travel in each day. Locke goes in to speak with the leaders of the communce about letting Eddie in on everything, only to find them frantically packing the evidence of their MARIJUANA GREENHOUSE because new information has revealed that Eddie is not some aimless wanderer, he is undercover FBI. Locke, faced with losing his new family, urges them to let him fix it. His idea of fixing it is to shoot him while they are out hunting. Instead, he confronts him at gun point, asking whether or not he had been picked. Eddie confesses that he was, and that he knows Locke won’t shoot him because he is a “good person”. He walks away, and the last we see if Locke taking a breathe and lowing the gun a smiggen.

FINAL WORD: I really thought we might see how Locke lost the use of his legs in this episode, but alas, we are left wondering. Darn. I can’t help but imagine why in the world these flashbacks were all that significant. And will we see Eddie some where else? Like maybe Kate’s ex-husband? Hmmmmmm

Think the latest spinning, singing cartoon gadget is the ticket to your child’s entertainment? Save your money- purchase one of the top of the line, latest and greatest, $5 organizational bins from Target. Fill with popcorn and watch the time fly!

W.A.H.M.: Work at Home Moms – the Best of Both Worlds?

A conversation about whether it is better to stay home or work outside the home while raising young children is, for moms, often more stomach turning than discussing politics or religion. There are so many advocates for both sides of the fence, and even more who like to make every one happy by riding it. The option I chose turned out to be a refreshing choice that satisfies both of my longings to mother and work; I am a work-at-home-mom, or, W.A.H.M.

When I first saw those two pink lines on a stick…

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Don’t neglect the links on the side under Blogroll, especially for Lakeland area blogs like Empiral Polk and Polk County News Blog. Sisterhood Six, among many other mom blogs which you can actually follow the links to more on their site, is fun to browse!

Fellow Lakelander’s: Check out www.empiricalpolk.com

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P.S. We are having a yard sale this Saturday. For sale: furniture, baby items, books, computer, and more. Free to good home: Two twin 4 yr old kitties and one 25 year old husband.

HAHA!

Last Saturday I left my son with my wonderful sister for the day while I drove about 2.5 hours south to Naples for my best friend’s wedding, which I was to stand in as the matron of honor. Hubby was in class so he couldn’t make it. Nearly there, with just 15 minutes to go, a car accelerated in the lane I was changing to- one minute it was in my blind spot, the next in the corner of my eye while I was mid-lane. I over corrected, at 70 miles an hour on the interstate, only to find myself zig zagging back and forth for what seemed like forever, screeching down the highway. Eventually the wheel picked a position as far right as it could go, and in a minute my car spun a 180 until I was facing oncoming cars. Before they hit me, the car propelled off the road and down the ditch, into the thicket of brush. When the car stopped, I was shaking like crazy, feeling my head and legs in amazement that I was ok. And not one other car was involved in this accident. In the end, a good sumaritan pulled me out with his truck. That’s when I could get out and see my front tire busted and what appeared to be a busted rear axle as well. The fire company came out, road ranger, highway patrol, and ambulence, as from the road it had seemed like a terrible accident. And yet there I was, not a scratch or bump. I kept thinking how glad I was that my son had not been in the car, dumbfounded as I brought whatever memories I had of those 60 seconds into recollection.

I know that it is said often, but it is true: Life can be gone in an instant. One minute I was on my way to a wedding, the next I couldv’e been roadkill, just a shell of a person. And like all close-calls, I felt very blessed to have my faith, my family and friends.

Then Bean’s wedding was approaching, so once I got the tow company to get my car and finished talking to my insurance, she had a friend come to get me and bring me to the church. From there I put the whole thing out of my mind. I got dressed as quickly as I could while the make-up girl threw some stuff on me, and then I stood at the beautiful wedding of my dear friend Bean and her new husband Kubby. It was a spiritual wedding, and though it was touch and go throughout, I really lost it during the taking of the Lord’s Supper, when the Our Father was sung live just three feet behind me. Life, again, staring me in the face. The harsh, quick, unreasonable moments, contrasted back to back with a solemn, peaceful ceremony celebrating the covenant of true love.

Don’t worry, I won’t stay all emotional on ya: From there the reception served open bar (after that morning, I took full advantage of that!) Then I danced with all the other solo ladies to the reception classics; Shout; Hot, Hot, Hot congo line; Electric Slide, and so on. It was a blast, and I think something in me just wanted to drink in that moment to its fullest because of all that had happened. Typically, I am pretty reserved, especially in front of strangers. (My closest friends and I do share some black mail on each other in the form of slumber party dance videos, but that’s the limit!) Later than evening, my husband’s mother (who lives in the same city) drove me home, a huge blessing cause I was not staying the night away from my family after all that!

After having the baby, I had this sense that life is too short to worry about what people think; the accident was another notch in the same belt.

It’s a strange woman I am shaping up to be: on the fence, spontaneous, …living? I didn’t purpose to veer this direction, but I truly believe motherhood will bring out a few nuggets of your true self. Even without parenting, a relationship with Jesus will surely peel away the layers!

Bean and Kubby kissing during their “first dance”: