Monday, 30 March 2009

LOST that loving feeling.

You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

So I am overlooking the fact that it's 9pm and the only place I really want to be is in bed.

Because there is something I have to say.

Something very important.

What on earth have they done to Sawyer?

Come on ladies, who doesn't watch LOST and secretly think if they had to be marooned on a desert island it would be slightly more bearable if Sawyer were around to ogle all day long and maybe share a mango with?

Don't get me wrong I am still a LOST devotee (despite all these seasons in still having no flaming clue what is going on or what might potentially happen next) but this 'Lafleur' Sawyer I just cannot get on board with.

The shiny straight groomed hair and general cleanliness just don't cut it.

Though I have to admit seeing him shacked up with Juliet does may me go 'ahhh how lovely'. (but I'm pregnant remember and the crazy hormones get me thinking just about everything is lovely.)
TV executives please bring back the old Sawyer just the way we love him.



But most importantly shirtless.

Because after all that is what makes good TV.

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Sunday, 15 March 2009


I figured it time to provide an explanation regarding my absence when I started receiving messages of concern for my well being.

Worry not, I have not had any tragic finger loss issues that stop me being able to type/babble on. All of my digits are blessedly intact.

The truth is simple.

I'm lazy. But pregnant lazy not just lazy lazy, so that's OK , right?

I'm just anxiously anticipating my second trimester energy boost. Actually to be fair I'm still eagerly awaiting the second trimester energy boost from my previous two pregnancies that rudely never happened to materialise. Third time around I'm wondering if such a thing actually exists or if it's medical propaganda to get us through the the first trimester with an ounce of hope for the future.

By the time I've had to tell Eli to leave his wilbsy alone (potty training has provided 24 hour access to his favourite area) for the 8 millionth time each day and I get the nippers into bed and I actually have time to blog all I'm actually fit for is falling into bed with a good book.

Rob says it's really fun being married to the equivalent of an 80 year old.

So when that energy boost hits I'll be back with a vengeance. That of course could be any day now or in 5 years time when all my kids are in full time school and I actually get to occasionally enjoy such luxuries as peeing in privacy, if only between the hours of 9-3 on weekdays.

I hope I'm worth the wait!

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