It’s here!!  IT’S HERE!!!!

Well, almost.  Of course we have the hour-long recap of five seasons.  Creepy that they have Ben voicing this business.  He is very monotone, like Ben Stein.  Yeah, there’s just no way to get across how awesome this show is by giving 90 seconds to each character and situation.   And if you think you’re going to start watching LOST at Season Six and you’re not going to watch the first five beforehand….well, that’s just stupid.

Ok, I’m not saying another word until the real show starts.

…………………….here we go!

I can’t believe I fell for the fake Locke.  And I really can’t believe he burned Jacob (i.e. God).  Ok, so technically the preview portion of the episode, but still!  I can’t believe that happened.

So we’re on a plane, same scene as always.  But this time, Jack seems a little disoriented.  And I’m not talking about the booze.  Rose makes the same old joke about planes - hey, it’s like Groundhog Day!  Which is extremely funny considering it’s, well, Groundhog’s Day.

So the plane lands.  I’m already feeling bad about this.  I don’t like it one bit.   Rose still has cancer, Locke’s still paralyzed, Jack’s bleeding…Jack’s bleeding?  Desmond.  You know Desmond!  Make the connection!  No, not the stupid running of the stadium stairs.  Something else!  Ugh, this is frustrating.

OH.MY.FREAKING.GOD.  It’s underwater!  The damn island is underwater!!  I gotta go fix myself a drink.

….and we’re all set to go again.

The eye opening beginning like before, but not it’s Kate.  And her hearing is so screwed up, it’s upsetting ME.  Well, obviously she’s not on the island, right?  Cause that bitch is underwater.  Right?  Or maybe it’s not right now.  Oh dammit, and there’s Miles.  The island?  No.  Wait.  WHAT?

What the HELL is going ON!?

And Hurley’s the luckiest guy alive now?  That doesn’t even make sense!!!!!

I am not liking this alternate universe crap.

Juliet vs. Sayid.  Save Sayid!

Vincent?  Wait, that’s not Vincent, that’s God.  (DOG backwards spells…)

Ahh, Boone.  So hot.  Such a hot vampire now.  Chatting with Locke, who’s not the devil anymore.  Wait just a damn second…is Locke not paralyzed!!!???

Wait just a damn minute!

Oh jeez, Ben is going to kill himself.  For reals.  He’s in shock.

So the plane people are 2004 and the island people are 2007 I think.

“John wants to talk to me??”  Hahahahahaha.  Poor poor Ben.

So Jacob is dead.  But Hurley can talk to him (”I see dead people!”) and now we are going to save Sayid.  THANK GOD.

Oh Sawyer, shut up about killing Jack.  You barely love Juliet.

Yes!  It’s Jack to get Charlie!  And Sayid!  And Charlie is totally dead.  Still.  Nevermind - stupid ass druggie.

So why am I totally uninterested in this devil-turn-Locke?  And then we find out he’s the black monster.  Well fine.  I don’t care.  He makes sounds like a freaking cash register.  Find your own identity, devil!  Stop using Locke for evil!

Oh no, the sad sad LOST music.  I can’t handle it.  That music is in my bones.

Where’s Desmond?  Is Hurley’s Grandma still alive?  Is Sayid’s girl alive?  Could they not get Maggie Grace to make an appearance?  Really?  What the hell is she even doing now?  Did Kate not ask that Marshall for a favor this time around?

Lock IS paralyzed.  He was lying to Boone!

And hour one is over.

Jack looks good in alternate world.  Umm, excuse me?  The coffin is gone?!  YES!  Christian is on the island!  And you know this!

“Who brings a book into a cave?”  Oh Hurley, how I missed you.

Jesus, MORE OTHERS??!!

Whoa, Marshall’s name is Edward.  Also, there is NO WAY an airport bathroom would be empty.   Especially a womens’ bathroom.  GO KATE GO!

Ok, who they hell are these people?  What the F.  Why is the asian man in charge?  Haha, that’s a stupid question.  Dude, these are a bunch of hippies.

Uggh, old Jin and Sun suuuuccck.

Dude, the killed him!  WTF!

Ok, so there are children in the temple?   As in, these people can magically have children?  I feel like I’m watching Babylon 5 or something.  Which is weird, cause I’ve never even seen that show.  But there’s something about these temple people that just scream “Star Trek.”

Owww, Ben is getting SCHOOLED!!!  The devil is schooling him!  And he looks so evil.

Sayid doesn’t look dead.  He looks like he’s sleeping.  Wait, and that’s why Miles can’t read him!

Jack and Locke, together again.  The coffin didn’t get on the plane bc the plane would have crashed.

“Nothing’s irreversible.”

Richard just got knocked the F out!

And there’s my boy Sayid!

All right people, count it down: 7 days to go until the next episode.

8:05pm - I thought the actual finale started at 8pm, but it’s actually 9.   Good thing because XTina #2 is not here yet.  So I’m watching today’s Oprah :)  Dane Cook!  Yes, I realize 99% of the men I know HATE HIM….they’re stupid.

8:37pm - Now watching The Daily Show (from last night).  Laura arrived home and can’t stomach Oprah, or Dane

8:39pm - Really loves Stewart’s impression of Trump.  They’re talking about the Miss California debaucle.  I agree with him, the girl is entiteld to her own opinion and it’s the same position Obama takes.  So…leave the dumb blonde alone.

8:55pm - And now, Colbert.  We want to watch long enough so that we can fast forward through some of the LOST commercials.  I love comparing the same news stories on Daily and Colbert to see how they spin it for a liberal and the faux-conservative view.

9:02pm - Nervous!  Making sure that the DVR is recording while we wait to start watching.  Yes, red light is on :)  Colbert is totally running it with this woman from the Council of Foreign Relations.

9:11pm - So my friend, who is watching on “real” time, keeps sending me teasers!

9:13pm - Me, to my roommate and xtina #2, “why don’t you guys just be over there in your little matching outfits.”  They were making fun of me for bloggin’.

9:17pm - We’re watching!  Who is this? Jacob?!

9:19pm - God and Devil?

9:20pm - Commercial already?!  ABC is getting more money than the Super Bowl for this.  Ok, it’s Kate and Tom; good job Laura for recognizing the toy airplane.  Kate’s always been a bad seed.  And there’s Jacob!  He is totally God.  He’s going to visit them all as children.

9:23pm - Sawyer is so boring.

9:24pm - Sayid is so hot.

9:26pm - Razinksi is a total tool.  He’s gonna die soon.  When are we going to get Richard’s backstory?  The man who never ages.  Also, I feel bad for Ben.

9:29pm - Why did they kill of Ana Lucia if they were just going to replace her with the exact same character?

9:33pm - Baby Boy Sawyer, writing the letter.  And there’s my man Jacob. Is this basically the story of how they all become liars and thieves?

9:42pm - So did Jacob cause Sayid’s wife to die?  Or save Sayid from being killed?  And that’s when Sayid goes bad, permanently?

9:46pm - Out of nowhere, Jin and Hurley!

9:48pm - Sawyer and Freckler flirt and Juliet thinks “why did I let you mothers off this submarine?”  WTF! Where did Vincent come from?  Holy shit it’s Rose!

9:51pm - “it’s always something with you people.” - Rose.  They’re very Zen.  Aww, cute moment.

9:55pm - Why is Jacob talking to the Ana Lucia clone?  How have they all been on this island before?!  Also, there’s NO WAY that fire is going to stay contained!

9:58pm - Heal thyself!  Well, there’s one thing that was explained. And that book that Jacob was reading is on the top seller’s list….now.

10:00pm - Look at Locke, telling Ben why he needs to kill Jacob.

10:02pm - Charlie’s ring!!! I called that shit!  Also, how Western is this Korean wedding?

10:08pm - So the story Jack tells Kate in the first episode, about facing fear head-on.  I had no idea it was his father’s words he was following.  God, Jack is a total brat.

10:12pm - Jack and Sawyer are having a heart to heart. July 1977.  “What’s done is done.”  God, Sawyer is being so rational.  Throw down!

10:17pm - We are now on real time.  Baby Juliet and Rachel.  And no Jacob.

10:27pm - How does Hurley get the real conversation with Jacob?

10:31pm - So if Sayid “dies,” and I say this loosely because apparently everyone’s coming back to life soon, will the fans revolt?

10:33pm - You can’t kill Jacob, you can’t even SEE Jacob!

10:40pm - Here comes the Scooby Doo van!

10:46pm - Holy Crap.  Did that really just happen in six minutes??  In apartment #9 there was a lot of screaming and “OH NO!!!”s and cringing.

However, I did call Juliet’s death.  Totally.

10:51pm - Yeah, we knew that was Locke.  So this other Locke must be the devil person and he wants to kill Jacob but can’t so now Ben’s going to do it.

10:54pm - Jacob vs. the Devil.  Ben is having a talk with God.

10:57pm - Did they just kill God?

10:58pm - Oh no Juliet.

10:59pm - No they didn’t. Really?  Really?

UGGHGHGH. 2010!!!!!

I was finally able to get my small claims case filed and received the letter yesterday confirming my court date (the end of August!).  This is for the civil case, not criminal, and I really thought we could resolve things this way so I could get reimbursed for the money I spent.  I figured that she would get the certified letter and just agree to the terms and send me a payment. 

I was wrong.

Gertrude* called my work today, asking to speak to my principal, and tried to get my home address.  She said she had a complaint against me.  Luckily my prinicpal is very smart (and knows all about the situation) and didn’t give her my information.  Apparently, she told my principal that she was filing criminal charges against me.

Really?  REALLY?  You wanna go there lady?

So in case you’ve been missing for the last year, all of this is referring to Toby’s dognapping.  I didn’t really explain the whole situation over the blog because I’m not quite sure what I can say legally.  Here’s what I can tell you:

Toby went missing on September 13th of last year.  He was in my house, where I lived with Rhonda* (landlord) and when I came home that evening he was nowhere to be found.  I called Gertrude (neighbor who took care of Rhonda’s house while she was in jail, also runs a rescue organization for animals) and asked if she had seen Toby or Rhonda.  She said she had not.  When Rhonda came home she also said that she had not seen Toby and did not know where he was.

I spent the next three weeks searching for Toby.  I posted flyers, offering a reward, put an ad in the Post, notices through online community email, and visited all of the shelters in the area on a daily basis.  I was grief-stricken.  Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love my dog.  My heart was broken. 

So broken, that I went as far to hire a private investigator.  I knew something was up.  Toby is a very unique looking dog; if he had wandered off someone would have found him.   He had on several tags with my contact information.  If he was run over, his body would have been turned over to the shelters.  In essence, it was quite suspicious that he just disappeared into thin air.  It was also quite suspicious that Rhonda and Gertrude had not offered to help me look for him, or even inquire as to how the search was going.

See, I had told Rhonda a few weeks earlier that I would be moving out of the house.  I wanted to move to DC, be closer to school, and have a much shorter commute.  She was very happy for me, but she was very inquisitive about Toby’s situation.  She offered to let him live with her because she had a yard.  I explained to her the whole set-up of my new place (there’s a yard, another dog) and she even went as far as to ask the dimensions of the yard.  She laughed, saying that she knew I would be fine and was more worried about the dog!  I laughed it off, telling her that while it was kind of her to offer but I would be taking Toby with me since, you know, he’s MY DOG and everything.  Gertrude had also taken a liking to Toby.  She would bring her dogs over to visit all the time and since she ran a rescue organization, just loved dogs in general.

So you can see that it was a bit strange that neither one of them offered any help/support when he went missing.

Back to the Private Eye.  We discovered, the night before I was set to move out of Rhonda’s place, that Toby was in fact alive and well.  In Maine. 

Here’s the story.

When Rhonda and Gertrude found out I was leaving, they decided to take it upon themselves to place an ad online advertising Toby for adoption.  They used Gertrude’s organization, on the PetFinder website, to place his information on there.  They changed his name to Colby Cheddar.  They made up a story that the previous owner had died of cancer and he was a neglected corgi.  Yes, I am dead.  What, you didn’t know??  A family in Maine responded to the ad and arranged to adopt Colby Cheddar.  Rhonda and Gertrude were in contact with the family arranging the adoption.  Rhonda pretended to be Colby’s foster mother (I mean, he definitely needed one since I was dead).  The wife drove down from Maine and picked up Toby - the very evening he went missing.  So as you an see, Rhonda and Gertrude left nothing to chance.  They made sure that he had a home before they took him. 

We contact the family in Maine and they were, of course, heartbroken.  At first they do not believe us, they bought into the whole neglect story (where I’m dead!) and it takes some convincing to get them to believe the truth.  After I forwarded my Ofoto account with over 300 pictures of Toby, they knew he was mine.  I then flew up to Boston and brought Toby home (Nate was wonderful enough to drive to middle-of-nowhere Maine to pick him up for me). 

After I initially discovered the truth, Rhonda and Gertrude contacted me via phone, email, and work fax (yes, I’m serious about the fax).  They tried to convince me to let Toby stay in Maine because it was best for him.  Rhonda was adamanent that I had “neglected” Toby and went as far as to say that he “haunted by human touch” when she first met him.  Seriously?  You mean when you met him after LEAVING JAIL BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT HELD YOU ON THE PATRIOT ACT?  Don’t even get me started on that mess.  Gertrude wanted to pay me $2,000 to leave Toby in Maine, you can imagine how scared she was to deal with the angry family in Maine.  I think it was when she told me to “let go and let God” that I offically lost my mind.

Everything died down a few weeks after that.  I had plenty going on in my real life without having to deal with their insanity.  I thought everything would go well when I placed my civil suit against Gertrude.  She knows that she was in the wrong - oh, did I fail to mention that she was claming that she thought I was giving up Toby because I was moving?  That she had no idea it wasn’t with my approval until I contacted her the night he went missing?  That she completely lied to me over the phone and the next evening when I questioned her about his whereabouts?  Oh, she is claming that by then, he was gone and what a mess everything was!  She didn’t know what to do!  So she just lied.  For weeks. 

I’m sorry, I’m just so upset right now about the whole thing I can’t even think straight.  I think I got the basic story out, which I had wanted to do for awhile now.  I’m sure I will think of more crazy details.  But for now, we’ll just leave it at this. 

* - I changed their names to protect me.  Not them. 

We’re winding up the school year, people.  And it’s a madhouse.  The last couple of weeks has been a whirlwind of field trips, lacrosse games, senioritis (8th graders), junioritis (satanic 7th graders), and prepping for the end of the year trips.  We take the kids on a big trip each year, I’m chaperoning for the 5th graders.

5th Grade - Disney

6th Grade - Camping in North Carolina

7th Grade - Boston

8th Grade - Camping

Organizing that, plus all the Promotion activities, has been taking up most of my time.  Memorial Weekend was pretty boring, I worked and slept and took Toby to the park.  He’s getting much better at swimming

I’ll be staying in Florida after the kids leave Disney because my mom is getting surgery.  Apparently my vacation will be spent nursing her back to health.  Actually, she’ll be in a neck brace for about seven weeks, which would drive me crazy.  However, she wont’ be able to speak really, while I’m there :)  Haha, I’m a horrible child.

 

I took Toby to Rock Creek Park this morning. He loves to go on car rides.

 

There’s some great shallow streams for Toby to play in. 

 

 

However, his first love is still the mud puddle.

However, his first love is still the mud puddle. 

 

 

There are some days that I wish this site was anonymous, because I want to write freely about people/situations without them knowing about it.  However, due to my….inability to keep anything underwraps….everyone knows about this site.  And it’s not that I want to “talk trash,” it’s the furthest thing from that, I’d just like to be able to get some stressful things off my chest.  I guess I’ll just have to go out a buy a pink foam diary with a cheesy lock (that can be opened with any hairpin) like I’m 8 years old.  Which is about as old as I feel right now.

Speaking abstractly, I’ve been coming to a few realizations in my life.  With my history, I’ve had to crunch a lot of “growing up” time into a fewer amount of years than most my friends.  I started drinking later, having sex later, I’ve been in fewer relationships, and all of this amounts to feeling behind when it comes to knowing what I want and when enough is enough.  However, because I felt the need to do all this maturing, I’ve had to make some final decisions that I can’t take back.  And that’s the hardest part of growing up, I think.

On a lighter note, Toby ate my mouthguard Tuesday night (I grind my teeth and this keeps me from sawing them down to the gums).  I JUST bought a new one from the dentist, $300 freaking dollars.  I wore it ONCE, on Monday.  Toby went into my tote bag, into the smaller bag it was in, and chewed it to bits.  Utterly destroyed.  I woke up today with a massive migraine (I get them from the grinding) and went back to the dentist to get another mold taken.  I took some Excedrine Migraine and now, six hours later, I’m so jittery.  I feel like I’m on crack.  If I even know how that felt.

Oh yeah, and I started later than most of my friends using drugs.  As in, I still don’t use them.  But I’m ok with that.  I mean, seriously, have you seen me now?  On drugs, I’d be INSANE.

We had a good snowfall a couple of weeks ago, so Dan and I took Toby out to play.

He loves to pee when he first goes outside:

Here is the backyard:

Toby loves to shake the snow off:

Toby finds snow very interesting:

Dan found a pig!

But he’s really just a monster (he LOVES eating snowballs!):

This is the only time of year he’s not hot.  Look how content the polar bear is:

I took Toby by my principal’s house yesterday and he had a chance to play with her pug, Penelope.  They are both still puppy age (under two) and had a great time chasing each other around in circles.  He was really happy and it made me remember how important it is to have a Buddy in life.

Now, there are three dauchaunds (sp?) that live with us, but they are half Toby’s size and he plays more roughly than they do.  There is also Molly, my bunny, but again too small and too delicate. 

So although Toby is surrounded by humans and animals, none of them fit the criteria of a Buddy. 

You can’t be Buddies with everyone. 

Even a dog knows that.  A Buddy has to be someone that is an excellent fit for you.  Someone that is on your level and can handle what you dish out.  They keep you on your toes, yet know when to back off.  They are sensitive, almost unconsciously so, to your needs.  It’s very important to have a Buddy, no matter who you are.  Interverted or extroverted, you always need someone to pair up with.  Someone to help you across the street.

I dunno why I was thinking about that today, but it’s another motivator for me to clean up my finances.  I’d love to get another dog, but it’s just not possible right now. 

I’d love to get my own place and have a nice big yard for Toby - and his future Buddy - to play in.  Although he can’t say so, I know he feels a little bit incomplete without that kind of partner in his life.  Just like I do. 

Since I won’t be around next week, I’m on vacation in Florida, Toby graduated from his PetSmart obedience class a week early.  We had to go into the center of class and show off his command of the commands he learned :)  He did an excellent Sit, Lay Down, Stay, and Wait. 

I’ve never been so proud in my life.

 

 

  

Here he is in his “Cap and Gown.”

 

 

  

I tried really hard to get a nice picture of him with Maggie, the other little Corgi in our class.  If I hadn’t of been talked into getting Toby snipped, he would sooo be getting it on with her right now, haha.