Occasionally Tom or I will just turn to each other and ask “What about the big foot?!” No, not Bigfoot, but the big foot. The one with four toes (like my sister!) The one on the island?
Oh wait, do you not watch LOST? Umm.. I can’t explain what it is, because 3 seasons later Tom and I are still clueless. Our latest theory is that The Others are Greek gods, banished for some reason, but the term ‘theory’ is used loosely, since we came up with that at 2am, when we were trying to decide why Jacob is invisible. It still doesn’t explain WHERE THE HELL Walt and Michael are (they couldn’t have gone home, everyone was accounted for dead on the plane and you can’t just show up alive when they have already found your body), but whatever. What about the big foot?!
What are you all doing for Mother’s Day? Yet another holiday that screams of commercialism, but that I buy whole hog. This year I get double the presents, right? RIGHT?
Did anyone else catch Bill Bradley’s interview on the Colbert Report? Did you hear him say that if we had the same emission standards as Europe (only about 45mpg), we would not have to import ANY oil from OPEC? Why aren’t all the national security people on this? We hear about needing less dependence on foreign oil all the time, AND about how global warming is going to eat us alive, so…. I am having a hard time seeing why the jump is not made. Hell, if Ford put out cars with European standards, their profits may actually go up, since they would sell in the parts of the world where people can afford to buy a new car. Being raised by the hippies I was, my mind automatically jumps to the fact that some people in government have made a pretty penny off oil, and may not be as keen to break away from oil dependence as they say they are, but then again - actions speak louder than words. I’d be thrilled to be proved wrong.
Along those hippie lines, I am excited that this car is going to be available in 2008. No, we can’t afford to buy it, but hey - guess what? 40mpg isn’t insane. I can see them taking over California.
And to end on a less harpy note, a picture of a lady bug on our craptastic peeling deck:
