I Want To Know Who To Gripe At

I’m getting really tired of getting interested in TV programs, then having them cancelled. Especially when they get cancelled mid-season or right before the big plot ending. I mean, come ON! I hate that! I suppose some of them have run their course and are just not going to be new anymore, but sheesh… I’m not good at re-runs. It’s like books I’ve read – once I start reading and/or watching again, it allllllll comes back to me. Then where is the mystery? Between my Hubby and kids, we are really bad (good?) about figuring out endings pretty far in advance, so when I start watching something that surprises me (i.e.The Sixth Sense) I like to keep it up. I admit I’ve got rather weird taste sometimes, too, so that probably enters into it. I’m not a majority, so the networks feel there aren’t enough of us out there to make it worth keeping on. It just gets really depressing sometimes. Such a letdown.

Some of the most recent that come to mind – Feel free to add to the list:

  • Farscape
  • Dead Like Me
  • Carnival
  • Firefly
  • Joan of Arcadia
  • Oz

I’m sure some others will come to mind. These are on my ‘s-hit’ list right now.

Me and My Big Mouth

Yeah, I swore you guys to secrecy, but I couldn’t do it. I had to let it slip… I told Hubby I slept GREAT while he was gone.

Payback is hell. Last night I slept for shit. Before you get all excited, it wasn’t his fault. (I don’t think). We have one cat, Snobby, that’s a himalayn. She likes to ‘knock’ on doors if she wants in. Last night she chose to knock on the door to my bathroom where the puppies sleep. Well, they hear noises like that they go into watch-dog-alarm-mode. You know, the one where they go “woof!woof!woof!” which I interpret to mean, “I’m scared, get up and protect me!”

I threw a pillow at Snobby twice, kicked her out once, and she still came back. I don’t know what she thought was in the bathroom she had to have, but she was being persistant.

Just about the time I’m dozing off, my cell phone rings across the room on the charger. Nobody calls at this time of night with good news. Daughter called to tell me about Turbo. I went in the other room to try and keep hubby asleep and talked to her for awhile, then Hubby was up trying to find out who called. Back in bed we toss and turn… until I finally drift off. Oh, wait! Is that lightening? Oh, yeah… now it’s 4 am and it’s thinking about raining.

I’m tired today. Hubby’s laughing his ass off.

We’ll Miss You


You were a funny little thing. You came into our life quite unexpectedly. Your mom was at work and a lady brought in six hamsters to be sexed. She found out she had two females and decided she didn’t want to keep the females, so your mom and another lady at the store took one of you home. You had a racing stripe down your back, so mom named you “Turbo”.

More than once you got to come visit grandma. I bought you treats and took pictures. Just because you weren’t a dog or a cat didn’t mean you meant any less to me…

I never got to see you take a bath. Your mom told me how you would get in the dust-bath and stir up such a storm! She also told me how you would sometimes rear up in the corner of your habitat and growl! I didn’t even know you could DO that!

When you came to my house, I got the biggest kick out of putting you in your ball and letting your roll all over the kitchen floor – scaring the cats to death. They didn’t have a clue what to do with you, but they sure were facinated. You’d get a running start and really get to going, then roll over one of their tails and they’d freak out and hop and jump, not knowing if they should hit you or try and eat you. They did neither, only watched and jumped out of your way when you got close. I have lots of funny pictures of those times.

I’m sorry you got sick and are gone. Mom tells me she’s bringing you back to Iowa to bury. We’ll look out after you. Good night, sweet Turbo.