Interstellar Adventures

March 10, 2006

More Proof

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 2:11 pm

Yes, more proof that my husband is the most fantastic man in the world! On one of our first dates, I mentioned a song that I’d heard on the radio and that I hadn’t been able to find the CD in any of the stores. Well, the very next date, I had a copy of the song I’d been looking for. At Christmas, I ended up with the entire album the song was on. That’s just the kind of thoughtful guy he is.

Yesterday, that thoughtful guy struck again. On Wednesday night we were chatting at our wonderful dinner, and I started talking about this song I’d heard on the radio when I was a kid. We’re talking late elementary, early junior high here. I thought it was a funny song, and I catch myself singing it every now and then. Problem is I could only remember a couple of lines and I could never find it anywhere.

Last night I got home and Nick had gone off to his writing group. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a CD and a note:

Wife,
Listen to this.
Love,
Husband

I put the CD in the CD player, and what comes out? Moose in My House. (Click the link, click Play Now, select settings.) HA HA HA! It made me laugh! OK, so maybe this shows what a doofus I am and the kind of stupid humor I enjoy. I hope you do too!

As a bonus, check this out. I want to be this lady when I get old!

March 9, 2006

Why I didn’t win the lottery last night

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:31 am

Because, duh, I didn’t buy a ticket! How the hell am I going to stop working and play all day if I don’t win the lottery!

On the other hand, I had a fantastic dinner with my husband. It’s so nice to actually have conversation at dinner. And not just about stupid stuff. We talk about politics, religion, the future, the past, our feelings, our frustrations, our joys for the day. Talking to him feels so natural and always has since I met him. I made a damn good decision to marry him.

So last night we enjoyed our pizza and beer and conversation. Then we stopped by Starbucks for a couple of lattes and some breakfast blend beans for in the morning. Even though we have a grinder at home we had them grind it. Just easier than messing with it in the morning, you know?

And we watched Walk the Line. I really liked it. It made me cry because I thought it was such a sweet love story. I was really impressed with their singing, and in a couple of shots, Joaquin really looked like Johnny Cash.

March 8, 2006

Am I right or wrong?

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 1:16 pm

Elle and Zed spent this last weekend with their dad. When they got home Sunday night, they unpacked their bags, putting dirty clothes away. I was watching the Academy Awards and knitting. Elle came out from her room and handed me a photo book. Evidently, her dad bought this photobook for her and gave her pictures to put in it. I was flipping through, looking at times my kids had spent with their dad and my ex-in-laws.

Then, there she was. A smiling, happy photo of my daughter and his girlfriend. My heart sank and I wanted to cry. Why had he included that photo? Ditto in my son’s photobook that he brought out.

Now, I know that she is there when my kids are sometimes. She’s there when I drop them off, or I hear her stupid yippy dog in the background when my kids call me about something. But why does there have to be a picture of her in my kids stuff? I wouldn’t send a picture of the kids and Nick to their dad’s house. My ex-father-in-law doesn’t have pictures of his ex-wife at his house with his new wife.

So, when I talked to their dad on Monday, reminding them of the school care location change during Spring Break, I told him I thought that was rather insensitive of him. He said the kids picked the pictures.

I know she’s probably going to end up being a permanent part of my ex’s life and by extension my kids’ life, just like Nick is part of ours now, but like I said, I’m not sending family photos of us with them when they go visit their dad. Am I being hyper-sensitive?

By overwhelming majority, it is evident that I am being a big baby. I figured as much, which is why I asked. I must now apologize for being a jealous mom and a big whiner. I can rarely admit when I’m wrong, and I will do so. I just don’t like it that my babies are so happy to see her and I’m just a sidenote to them at this point. I make the rules and enforce the rules. I make them do chores and homework and this girl takes my daughter for manicures and pedicures. You would have been disappointed in me when I wanted to chew her out for changing my baby girl’s earrings. Big deal! I know, but these are my babies. And no, I don’t think their dad has the right to feel the same way about Nick…their dad made the choice to walk out on his kids. Ooops. There I go…petty again. So I’m not perfect…who knew?

March 7, 2006

Project Progress

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:20 am

Nope, different project. I’m project ADD you know. I didn’t get any knitting done, but I did get all the rest of the wallpaper in my bathroom stripped down. I’m taking down horrid 1980 called and it wants it’s wallpaper back wallpaper. Stripping wallpaper is a pain in the butt. Especially behind the toilet. That’s just not a fun job, ya know? Tonight I plan to put on a coat of primer. That’s all I’ll have time for after Elle’s soccer practice. Tomorrow I’ll start painting.

I knew you were just dying to see pictures of my soon-to-be-shawl. I mean, how can I withhold such beauty from you until it’s all done! I will make progress on this later though. What to do for an hour while Elle’s running? Yes, this is my $29.00-a-skein yarn and my $20.00 bamboo knitting needles! I promise it’s not a heart-shaped shawl. The circular needles keep the stitches all bunched up together, so that’s what gives it that shape right now.

March 6, 2006

Why I sat on the couch all afternoon Sunday

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:53 am

Nick asked if I was going to blog about the Oscars. I said I didn’t know. Here’s all I have to say: Uma Thurman, Charlize Theron, Felicity Huffman, Reese Witherspoon, Keira Knightly, Michelle Williams, Jessica Alba — Fabulous Dresses. Philip Seymour Hoffman…I love him. I didn’t think Jon Stewart did that good of a job hosting, but he was OK for his first year I guess. There.

On Saturday, I bought some yarn. Expensive yarn. I didn’t mean to. It just kind of happened. It wasn’t even the yarn I was looking for. I was wanting to make a cute shrug I found in a magazine, but out of the thousands of skeins of yarn in this yarn store, they didn’t have the weight/color combination I was looking for. I was with my grandma. She was buying some yarn to finish a scarf for herself. Near the checkout was a gorgeous shawl made in a mohair/rayon boucle mix with a chenille fringe. I picked it up and knew I had to have one just like it. The lady at the counter told me it was a very easy shawl to make. The yarn basket was right next to the checkout. I picked the first color I saw in the basket and knew that was it. Poppies. Fourth row, fifth from left. The color in the sample isn’t quite right online though. It’s more of a rich scarlet jewel-tone red rather than a orangy-pinkish color. Once I get the shawl done, I have to go back to find the fringe. They didn’t have quite the right color. But the fringe will be made from this, possibly the 3600 color.

It only took two skeins of the La Boheme, but they were $29.00 each. Oh, and $20.00 for a pair of size 17, circular bamboo knitting needles. And I didn’t even buy the skein of yarn for the fringe! I’ve never bought such expensive yarn! But it’s knitting up beautifully! I’ll post a picture when I’m done. I’m about half-way through in just a day.

If you knit, this is sooo easy. On size 17 circular needles; CO 3 stitches; K1, YO, Knit to end. Repeat until you have approximately 4 yards of yarn remaining. Bind off knitwise. Then add fringe in the stiches created from the YO stitch.

If you don’t knit, and you end up falling in love with the finished product, I might be talked into knitting one for you if you pay for the yarn!

March 3, 2006

Setting the bar for cheap-o’s everywhere

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:46 am

I heard a story recently. Someone was telling me how cheap their friend’s boyfriend is. And he’s not cheap out of neccessity. He makes plenty of money. How cheap is this guy?

1) He buys his clothes second-hand. Suits, shoes, jeans, everything.
2) He drives an old station wagon. You know, the kind with the wood panels on the side? Yep, that one.
3) He cuts his own hair. Huh? I mean how is that even possible?
4) He washes his hair with dog shampoo. Hey! At least he doesn’t have fleas!

Yes, I’m serious about the dog shampoo. This girl was at her boyfriend’s house, was going to take a shower and finds dog shampoo. WTF?!?! Evidently, this guy’s neighbors moved and gave him a box of stuff. Including dog shampoo. But they guy doesn’t have a dog. He needs shampoo though, so he uses the dog shampoo!

Am I just hoity-toity, or is this guy the King of Cheap?

March 2, 2006

It was marked down!

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 8:52 am

Nick and I went shopping last night. He needed some new jeans and shirts. We chose JC Penney as our store. Not knowing it, we walked into a sale! Woo Hoo!

We located some jeans and a couple of shirts. The jeans we were looking at were Buy 1 Get 1 50% off. The shirts were on sale too. Almost 50% off. While Nick was in the dressing room, I wandered over to another area where they had shirts on sale for *gasp* $3.77! Holy crap! They were just like one of the shirts he was trying on, but I think they were ‘fall colors’ which is why they were on sale. But hell, for $3.77! So I took them to him.

One of the pairs of jeans he tried on was too big, so I went to find another pair. Then I saw some jeans that were $14.99. Whoa! Bonus! After he decided on which jeans he wanted, we tried to find one pair in a smaller size. We didn’t find the smaller size, but we found the same pair of jeans (normally priced $34.99) marked down to $6.77. HELL YEAH! It was the exact same pair of jeans, same color, same style, same everything…except one pair was marked down and the others weren’t!

We walked to the register with two pairs of jeans and four shirts. Shirt 1, regularly $36.00, on sale for $19.99. Shirt 2, regularly $46.00, on sale for $24.99. Shirts 3 & 4, regularly $34.00, on clearance for $3.77. Jean 1, regularly $30.00, on sale for $14.99. Jean 2, regularly $34.99, on clearance for $6.77!

Total for 2 jeans and 4 shirts, $80.41. Getting a heck of a deal: Priceless!

March 1, 2006

One Moment

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 11:53 am

While I’m in the theme of posting things that I thought about awhile back, I figured I might as well respond to a question I saw. If you could step back in time and re-experience a moment in your life what would that experience be. You can’t change it, just experience it. Why did you choose that moment? It’s similar to Bone’s Groundhog Day post. Except there’s nothing I would or could change about this day. I picked this day because it’s probably the most perfect day I can imagine.

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A random summer day. Perhaps I’m 10 or 11 or 12. My mom, dad, sisters and brother have driven down to Friendswood to visit my great-grandparents. In the morning, the house is cool with the airconditioning running. My great-grandparents always kept the temperature pretty high when we weren’t there so they’d have a lower electricity bill.

I tiptoe out of the room so I don’t wake my sister. The morning light is just beginning to filter in from behind the lace curtains. I sit down in the hallway, pulling my night shirt over my legs, and just listen to my great-grandfather work in the kitchen. I can smell the coffee. I listen to him crack the eggs in the bowl. I listen to him use a fork to mix the eggs, the metal clinking against the side of the colored Pyrex bowl. Bacon is sizzling in the cast-iron skillet on the gas stove. I hear the refridgerator open and close. My great-grandmother comes back in with the dogs. The dogs head back to the office, tags jingling on their collars, toenails clicking on the linoleum.

My great-grandmother comes out into the living room and sees me sitting in the hall. Good morning! she sings. Come have a glass of juice. I follow her out into the breakfast room. She fills a tiny juice glass with orange juice and I sip on it. I ask my great-grandma if I can go outside and pick some morning glories for the breakfast table. I run out on the concrete drive in my bare feet, through the dew-soaked grass and pluck several blooms from the bush cascading over the fence. My sister and my mom trickle in. My great-grandfather finishes the hotcakes. Eat up! he said. I’ve got more on the griddle! My sister and I bet each other how many hotcakes we can eat. At least a dozen! I insist. With my pancakes, I drink the sweet-cream milk my great-grandfather purchased that morning. Eventually, we sit back, stuffed, eyes glazed. Was it good? asked my great-grandfather. Oh yes grandpa! we answered.

The afternoon was slow. I rocked in the rocking chair. My sister and I went to play outside. The air was thick and humid. The grass in the front was a bit tall. The cicadas were singing in the trees. We played hide and seek. We plucked the seed pods off the tree from out front. We peeled the pods apart, seeing who could leave all the seeds in their little nooks. We’d scoop all the seeds together, and then grind them up. Later, we walked down to Mary’s Crossing. We ran back and forth across the one-car wooden bridge that crossed Mary’s Creek, listing to the way our feet thudded against the planks. We threw stones in the water, trying to skip the rocks across the top.

Slowly, we wandered back to the house for lunch and maybe a nap. I read or colored or looked through the antique photo albums. I looked through the albums as if it were the first time I’d seen them. Daugerrotype photos of my great-great-grandparents…and their parents. Photos of my great-grandparents as kids. I studied the names listed so I wouldn’t forget who they were and how I was related to them.

We went out for dinner. My great-grandpa wanted to go to Luby’s. Get the cripple sign out of our car Lass so your mom can park close at the mall. After dinner, my mom, great-grandmother and I played Scrabble. They wouldn’t let me spell any two, three or four-letter words. All my words had to be five letters or more. Otherwise I couldn’t play. I didn’t win though. My great-grandma won.

Before bed, I took a bath. Even though it was the summer, I made my great-grandpa light the gas-heater in the bathroom. I soaked in the tub, listening to gas in the heater burn. My sister knocked on the door and yelled at me to hurry up. It was her turn.

I put on my night shirt and my mom brushed my hair. I laid in bed, under the cool, soft cotton sheets. My hair was still wet. I listened to the crickets chirping in the back yard. I could hear my great-grandma out in the kitchen doing dishes. I couldn’t wait to wake up for biscuits the next morning.
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