Interstellar Adventures

July 2, 2005

Today’s agenda is nearly complete

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 5:26 pm

Whew! So far I’m doing great on my agenda for the day!

Basketball practice: check. Z had a great practice. Luckily it didn’t get rained out; we only had a sprinkling of rain this morning.

Mow lawn: check. Mowed, edged, weed-whacked (until I lost my weed-whacker-string…now I have to go to Sears to get more), pulled weeds from the weed-beds, swept the sidewalk, and fed remaining bushes in weed-beds. I spent three hours outside total. It wasn’t too hot at the start because it was still overcast. Then, once the sun did come out, I was pulling weeds from the beds, and was mostly in shade. The cicadas and birds were singing. Stragely, even though I live close to a major street, I heard no traffic noise. It was actually quite relaxing. And, I’m pleased with the results. Although one side of my beds grow bigger than the others…and I don’t know why. I put some plant food in the little beds, hoping they’ll grow. But, my plan is to rip it all out in the fall anyway and start over. At least I’ll have a good ‘before’ picture!


Get rid of kids: check. Dad came to pick them up promptly at noon.

Bathe dogs: check, check, re-check. Bathed Tori first, then she went and rolled in the dirt while I was bathing Wrigley. So, finished bathing Wrigley, put her in the kennel. Re-bathed Tori, put her in her kennel. Laid out a blanket, brought Wrigley inside and brushed her till she’s was sooo pretty. The brought Tori inside and brushed about a pound of hair off of her. She’s a shedder. The both look great! Tori is the little one, and she’s 7. Wrigley is the big one (she’s really just a 70 pound lap dog…), and she’ll be a year in mid-July.

Tori & Wrigley

Shower: check. Aaaah. I feel clean! And, I no longer smell like gasoline, sweat and wet dog. Maybe I could bottle that scent…

Nap…not yet. Did make myself a tuna sandwich though. That tasted yummy. But I’m still hungry…gotta go raid the pantry.

At least the house is silent…well, sort of. Wrigley’s snoring.

Plan for the rest of the day…veg.

What the heck is wrong with me! I can’t even enjoy a burger!

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 8:02 am

If Friday night is any indication, this is going to be a long, slow weekend. That could be a good thing. The boss released us a bit early from work yesterday, so I got to come home and have a little bit of quiet time before picking up the kiddos. Then, I decided to let them splurge a little on dinner. We went to Scotty P’s.

Now, please note, I am not a health nut. Not at all. I love to eat, and I will eat just about anything. But, since I’ve started running, some things just don’t sit well with me, and some things just plain don’t even sound good. Like donuts. I haven’t eaten a donut in months, even though they’ve been brought into work on numerous occasions. I would look at them and they didn’t even appeal to me! Two weeks ago, I broke down and had one (ok, two), and afterwards I remembered why I hadn’t been eating them. I got that sugar high immediately, then quickly crashed, felt like crap, and didn’t even enjoy the taste of them. No mas donuts.

So, despite the fact that hamburgers are also one of those things that just don’t sound good, I didn’t feel like putting much effort into deciding where to go to dinner, or arguing with the kids over where we would eat. So, I picked something easy and close to home that I knew they would agree with right off. Scotty P’s.

I walked in the door, and I could smell the grease. Ugh. Then, I sat and stared at the menu. I knew what the kids would want…L loves grilled cheese. She’s not much of a meat eater, truth be told. Z wanted a chili burger. He tried to get me to let him have the adult burger (he’s starving) but I wouldn’t back down. Kiddie burger with chili would be bad enough for him. Now for me. What should I have. No hot dogs. Chicken sandwich didn’t appeal to me either. I was gonna break down and have a burger. Couldn’t go as far to have one with chili or barbeque sauce or anything else. Nope, just a regular burger, no pickles, add jalepenos please. Oh, and some cardiac fries, with chives, bacon and jalepenos. But just a small order…

So, I sat down to my dinner of champions. The first few bits of the burger were ok. Added some ranch, don’t waste any jalepeno that falls off the burger. The bun was tasty and toasty. But, there was no ‘mmmmmmm’ factor. None. Like a platonic relationship. Sigh. I can’t even enjoy a good burger anymore!

The cardiac fries…those were tasty too. But, the taste of the grease in the fries overpowered the enjoyment of the cheese. Oh yes, I still brought home the 2/3 of the order that were leftover. Doubt I’ll eat them though. But just couldn’t bear to see them go to waste.

And, of course, when I got home I felt blah. No sense of satisfaction. More of a sense of guilt. Yep, and then, like an hour later, the grease invading my veins, I progressed to feeling like a slug. Perhaps it was the week of partying…perhaps it was the heat…but it was most likely the crummy dinner I ate that put me to sleep before 10 o’clock on a Friday night.

I shed a tear for the burger I can no longer enjoy. Grilled chicken, here I come. Sob!

On the agenda for today: basketball practice, mow lawn, bathe dogs, shower, nap, maybe watch one of the three rental DVDs that have been sitting on top of my TV for three months. Kids are with their dad this weekend. Salsa dancing was on the agenda, but the girls have all bailed on me now.

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