in sickness and season finales

I was sick all weekend with a nasty cold. And to make matters worse, I was also menstrual and crampy as all hell! -- because we all know that cramps come from hell. As I said in twitter, Karma has finally caught up, and I'm finally having to pay for all this hottiness and gorgeocity.

And while the rest of my family did some gardening, bike riding, and looking all cute and funky like this...



... I was laid out on the loveseat under a blanket with remote in hand, laptop on lap, and Firefly in DVD player.

If I hadn't felt like crap, it would've been a fabulous, relaxing, uneventful weekend. You know, the kind where you have no kids' parties, no weddings, or no emergency home repairs. Where you order in and don't touch the stove. The kind of weekend where your beloved partner keeps the crazy younglings -- like our cute little Disruptor above -- from talking incessantly AT YOU so you can have 2 minutes to finish a thought.

Because, you know, thinking can be really awesome sometimes... like this weekend, but I won't talk about those thoughts right now. We're going to need a whole new post for that.
Instead I will talk about my homework, which I did during rare spurts of energy. Since I can't volunteer for Lam's class anymore because of this bloody totally-awesome blogging thing, they've got me cutting things up. If you read Harmzie's post about our kids' student led conferences, you'll recognize the name in this picture. Their teacher had the pages of their New Pork City citizen book laminated, and my job was to trim off the extra plastic to those and to the pie shapes you see in the upper right corner.
Apparently, they're doing fractions soon.

Now, the Supernatural, Smallville, and Fringe season finales -- OMG! So did ya watch them? Holy crap!
I don't think I should ever meet Jared Padeleki in person. Seriously, look at this picture. I will pin him down and lick his face. Just saying.
Okay, anyway, our hottie hot boys were doing their dark and brooding, which we all adore. But OMG, I loved the whole "so that's what Ruby was up to!" I kinda feel like I should've known that but, nope, I totally didn't.
Now that Lilith's been offed, and the Big Bad Boy's been released, next season sounds mighty promising.
I'm glad Smallville's been renewed for another season because that finale was weak. I'm talking "hot smoldering date with dinner, dancing, drinks, then getting to his place and finding he forgot to get condoms" kind of weak. If burying Doomsday was all it took to off him, they could've done that a long time ago and moved on to getting Clark and Lois making crazy monkey-lovin'. And where was the earth-shattering battle? Not even 5 minutes. Clark's shirt was barely torn, which was a HUGE disappointment.
As for Clark turning his back on Chloe at the end, when she is totally alone with Lois somewhere in the future and Jimmy dead? WRONG! He'd never do that. And ZOD?! Don't drop the ball on this one next season, people.

Doesn't Olivia look sah-weet in this picture? And Walter looks so young. But Peter looks like he's got a broom handle shoved up his butt. Speaking of Peter, OMG, our Peter isn't really our Peter! Holy cow! Throughout the season, there was a ton of hints that things weren't right. Memories didn't jive. And Peter didn't remember any of the experiments Walter did on him. Now my question is: when did Walter fetch this Peter to replace the other deceased Peter?
Leonard Nimoy as Belly. Nice. I like that because I'm a Trek fan. But the big "Holy Crap!" was seeing the WTC towers as the way to demonstrate that Olivia was indeed in an alternate reality. Ballsy and brilliant move. No words needed. It was there, in your face, daring you to admit the truth or admit that you were either high or drunk.

Now, I've got a summer of waiting for new season. Whatever will I do to keep me occupied?