Styx was talking about these people

So, I've discovered two groups of people who I think have a little too much time on their hands. Or they're crazy. Or both.

The first is the group that has turned the TV show "Lost" into some sort of real world event. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally hooked on the show. The SHOW. I don't do all the web stuff or anything, although I did just read "Bad Twin," which was supposedly written by one of the passengers on Oceanic Flight 815 before it went down. But in my defense, I read it because I heard it may have been written by Stephen King, of whom I am a huge fan. My official opinion - it wasn't written by SK. And it wasn't that good. But anyway. I have hit a couple of the Lost message boards, and man-o-man, these people way overthink the show. It's a TV SHOW, for Christ's sake. A good one, absolutely, but still a show. Trying to infuse it with any more meaning than that is just a little loony, if you ask me. And I've seen more and more posts start with the letters OT, meaning Off-Topic. Don't they have friends?

The other group of somewhat crazy people are soccer fans. The World Cup is on right now. Yes, that's what all the horn honking, flag waving, and general mayhem is about. The games are in Germany, which means there are a lot of drunk people early in the day. Like they need an excuse. Although, I must say, it is kind of embarassing that Canada hasn't qualified a soccer team in like 800 years, but countries like Ivory Coast can get a team in. Like, Ivory Coast has about 12 people living there. I guess we're not good at soccer because we can't figure out the optimal way to hit the ball with a hockey stick.

Well, how sad am I?

Haven't been here in awhile, have I?

No excuse, really. Just haven't had much to say.

May was kind of a busy month - visiting relatives, a trip with girlfriends, and we adopted two kittens. Although when we're in the basement and we hear them running around upstairs, I swear we've adopted a heard of fucking buffalo.

I've also turned into a kitten nurse - the poor babes had upper respiratory infections, so we've become good friends with the vet. We're also putting his kids through medical school, I'm sure.

What else is going on? Not much. My husband is about to go fishing for a week. I understand the need for solitude, but fishing? Sorry, not my bag at all. But because of my unusual work hours, I can't care for our daughter alone. So she's being shipped off to the 'rents for a week. I get a whole week all to myself. No lunches to make, no daycare pick-ups, no dirty rooms to clean. But no hugs, no kisses, and no "I love you mommy"'s. Not much of a toss-up, is it? I'll enjoy the peace and quiet for about 20 minutes, then desperately miss my family. Oh well, it's just a week.

Be back soon, I promise. Why waste blog space if I'm not going to use it, right?