Interstellar Adventures

August 31, 2006

Thursday Thirteen

Filed under: Memes & Quizzes,Thursday Thirteen — by InterstellarLass @ 9:21 am

Thirteen Things InterstellarLass is stressed about.

1. My car. I’m still having the “won’t come out of park” problem. The part that causes the problem was recalled, and unknown to me, was replaced two years ago during another maintenance visit. When I wasn’t having a problem. Now it’s gone out again, and it’s not under warranty anymore. It’s a $15 part that they’ll charge you $95 to replace. Nick can do it, I hope. We just been busy.

2. The house. I can’t get the guy to call me back to set the appointment to come find my leak. Hello? Ring, Ring? Pick up the phone and dial. How hard is it to check a calendar?

3. The house. Once we get the leak fixed and the foundation fixed, the paperwork process begins. I hate waiting. Waiting on all this stuff makes me nervous. I have too much time to think about all the things that can go wrong.

4. Soccer. I sent Elle’s registration form in on 8/22 to get her registered for Fall Soccer. They lost her form. Now her coach is looking for her to be registered. But the registration deadline is passed. I have to get approval from the Soccer Coordinator for her to be registered. I sent him the email where her coach is looking for her on his team list. He won’t email me back either. I’ve called him three times and left voicemails. How hard is it to respond with an “OK to register”. Today I’m sending the email back to him with the “Hey, I’ve left you three voicemails and I’m sending my registration form in. We’ll show up on the field. Hope you manage to get your shit together by then.”

5. Labor Day. My grandparents have invited us over to their very small, very cramped condo for a cookout and pool party on Monday. I don’t want to go. And I feel terrible because of it. The last time we went, it was very stressful because my grandfather harped at my grandmother the whole time, and even with me helping her, it took almost three hours to get all the stuff prepared for the picnic. For 8 people. They’re getting older, and I know I should spend time with them, but I want it to be good times. Not my grandpa griping at my grandma, and my grandma just puttering around at her own pace and everyone trying to throw in their two cents on how something should be done. And I can’t do it at my house because I don’t have a pool.

6. The Tree. I need the giganto tree in my back yard trimmed. And not just trimmed, but have at least four, maybe five, major branches lopped off. I’m afraid that the next storm is going to rip off a limb and it’ll come crashing down on the house. Not that we’ve had much rain. But the storms that come up are fast and furious.

7. Work. I don’t think I like what I do anymore. It just doesn’t excite me or motivate me anymore. But I have lots to do, and it’s hard for me to do it when it feels like nails on a chalkboard.

8. Sleep. I’m not getting enough of it. And when I do, according to Nick, I’m grinding the hell out of my teeth. So now I need to go to the dentist and get a mouthguard. That should be hot and sexy.

9. My sciatic nerve. Damn nerve. The nerve of my nerve. It’s not behaving like I want it to. And because of my toe and my shoulder, I didn’t get to do my yoga class last night. So I totally skipped my workout instead of going to the gym anyway. And now I’m mad at me.

10. My hair. I cut it back in February. I don’t like it now because I can’t pull it back. So I’m letting it grow. And it’s in that ‘inbetween’ stage. And it’s really bugging me. It doesn’t look good any way I do it. And I called to make an appointment last night. The lady that cut my hair last (I don’t have a “regular” hairdresser – I’ve never been able to build a relationship like that) couldn’t get me in. But she could do 6:30 tonight. I can’t do tonight. Very rudely, she asked me “Why not”. Uh, not that it’s any of your business but I can’t because I already have something scheduled fuckyouverymuch. And I hung up. Won’t be going back to her.

11. My room. Still not done. But it’s because we decided we didn’t have enough ‘art’ to hang on the walls. And then I remembered my sister still owed me her drawing. So I’m meeting her to get it. I’m holding her wine bottles hostage. There will be a trade over dinner tonight. Then I hope to make it to the framing store tonight and matte and frame her drawing so I can get my room done!

12. Elle’s reading. She’s having a hard time pronouncing her R’s. And she’s not reading as quickly or as fluently as I would like for her to be. She leaves words out of sentences or puts words in that aren’t there. So I’m not sure if she’s memorized the story and making up the parts she doesn’t remember, or what. And she’s forgetting her homework folder in after-school, and evidently not turning in her homework, but rather letting it ripen in her backpack.

13. The 13th thing. What the hell? As Nick so graciously pointed out, I forgot a #13! So here it is. Trying to get my post done.

There, all done. A bit of a purge. I think I feel better.

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August 30, 2006

Sprain, Strains and Squished Toes

Filed under: Training — by InterstellarLass @ 8:28 am

Monday night, on my way home from the gym, I stopped to get milk. Miraculously, it had started to rain on Sunday, and continued to rain Monday. The first rain we’ve in months that lasted more than fifteen minutes! And the clouds overhead were really dark, so I could tell it was about to start coming down again.

I walked out of the store, and down I went. The wheelchair ramp I was walking down was slick, and my right foot went out from under me, backwards. I landed on my right knee, and caught myself on my left hand from going all the way down. And of course, I was seen by a guy walking toward the store. In the car, the back of my right shoulder was hurting. I’d been holding the half-gallon of milk in my right hand, and I’m sure I flung my right arm out for balance. And my knee was a little sore, as was the knuckle of my left index finger, where I’d actually stopped my fall. Power Knuckle!

Yesterday, my left shoulder was a little sore, and got worse through the day. I’m pretty sure I sprained or otherwise strained my left shoulder. I can only lift it so far, and reaching for things, like the phone, too quickly and at the wrong angle results in an OW!.

Last night, I was putting away dinner items into the fridge, and I bumped one of the shelves in the refrigerator door. I’m not sure which bottle of dressing was the culprit, but something landed on my left big toe and PAIN shot right through me. I said a few words very loudly and then tried to remember those Lamaze breathing techniques. Nope, they didn’t work this time either. I’m rather disappointed my toes is not black and blue this morning. But it does hurt, and when I walk, I feel it. So, I’m a bit slow this morning.

I think I need to go into bubble mode before I hurt something else! No step or yoga for me tonight. I’ll have to sweat it out on the elliptical again. Bless it’s low-impact little self.

August 28, 2006

Tuesday Stew

Filed under: Rants & Opinions — by InterstellarLass @ 9:14 pm

Welcome back to the Tuesday Stew!

My Suspcisions Confirmed: As creepy as he was, from moment one, I seriously doubted that Karr had anything to do with JonBenet’s death. The sensational media got all hot and bothered for this guy, and now it’s all back to where it started. No answers. One thing I get sick of is the constant repeating of news. Every five minutes, the story is thrown in our face, with no significant updates and speculation galore. And now, fffft. The Boulder DA has more egg on their face, and seem more incompetent than ever. And the person that is responsible, well, it seems there will be no justice.

Slow down! Last Tuesday night it started to rain while I was at the gym. I had just 6 minutes left on the elliptical, and it started to pour. Since we haven’t had more than a sneeze of rain practically all summer, the streets were very slick with oil. I’m sitting at a stoplight, and just as I’m about to come through, a guy barely manages to stop at the cross light and ends up half way in my lane. Two seconds, and he would have hit me! And then a Corvette comes whipping through traffic behind me, on a slick, curvy street, with “performance” tires. Slow down!

Little Starz: Tonight while I was at the gym, I caught an episode of Wife Swap. I’ve seen bits and pieces of this show before, but it’s not something I watch. Tonight’s moms were Lauren and Patty. Of course part of the schtick of the show is that the mom’s are polar opposites. And, as always, they were. Patty seemed pretty normal. Mom from Wisconsin, five kids, they hunt, fish, wrestle. But Lauren. Lauren’s a mover and a shaker. And that’s fine. But she’s turning her daughters, ages 7 & 10, into little Starz. She works on their ‘careers’, her 7-year old is ultra-fashionable (she loved a chain-mail looking tank top that was marked $7,600), the kids stay up until 10:30 at night or later, and the parents don’t care if the kids are late for school…the perfect outfit is more important! Mom did the show for publicity. Oh, and dad? A third child. He plays all day and night, never sees his kids, and ‘works’ for his father-in-law – when he makes it in the office.

I’m not the perfect mom by any means, but the whole no-rules, no-discipline, buy-on-sight fashionista parenting isn’t really my style. And, unlike Patty, my kids have chores they’re expected to do. And no wrestling on the living room floor. Lauren might be able to take me to some swank clubs, but I think I’d rather hang out with Patty and go hunt a bear.

What Weekend?

Filed under: Interstellar Casa — by InterstellarLass @ 7:42 am

Saturday passed in a blur. It was over before I knew it, and by the time I fell into bed, my back was aching. Nick and the kids emptied out the room, except for my armoire. It was too hard to get in. I wasn’t taking it out.

Armed with a gigantic roll of masking tape, I taped all the baseboards and the crown moulding. That was not fun. But I’m glad I did it. I only ended up with one mishap on the moulding, and I’m pretty sure I have the paint in the garage to fix it. I taped, primed (3 coats!) and painted (2 coats!), and de-taped. And then Nick and I set up the bed. Sunday was shelves and nightstands. We still have to hang things on the wall, so we’re not quite done. It was almost our own personal episode of Trading Spaces. I was the chic designer and Nick was the hot carpenter, but we were minus the nice budget. So, in one day we did this:


Check back tomorrow for the full finished product.

August 25, 2006

More Home Design

Filed under: Interstellar Casa — by InterstellarLass @ 9:18 am

Nooo! I don’t want to paint anymore! But, we got these shelves from Ikea. The ones on the far back wall. And not in white, but in brown/black. The online catalog is different from the printed catalog and the store, so these were hard to find. And we picked out this bed frame with these side tables.

But before we can even hang the shelves we have to re-paint our room. I was never wild about the room color. The Ex picked it, and the room is small, and I think this color makes it seem smaller. And, I don’t think it will “go” with the bed frame. I want a green color in the room I think, something sage-y. I like the American Traditions color Green Goddess, but the name reminds me of the salad dressing. I’m not sure I want salad dressing on my walls. So I’ll have to find a similar color. But, the trim and the crown moulding colors aren’t going to change. They’re a cream color that will go, so that’ll be a time-saver.

We have the shelves. They’re leaning against a chair in our front room. I don’t want to paint this weekend, but I think I’m going to have to. Leaning boxes isn’t much of a design style.

Anyone got a spare brush? Who likes to tape? I’m offering beer here people…

August 24, 2006

Name Game & The Plan

Filed under: Memes & Quizzes,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 8:45 am

My first post disappeared. Grr. 

I’ve owed this to KaraMia for almost a week now. Tag yourself if you like, and let me know if you participate.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Tulsa Creek – Sounds like a good band name
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom’s side, your favorite candy)
Arleigh Twix – Sounds very ‘B’ movie to me.
3. YOUR “FLY GIRL/GUY” NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)
ISte – Rhymes with Itchy. Not cool.
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple Llama – Hmmm. Doesn’t have the same ring as “Blue Moon” does it? Name that TV show! Except Nick.
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Stella Houston – Sounds more like a p0rn star name than a soap opera name. Of course, I think some of those actresses cross over.
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom’s maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.)
Lasin Wairv – Hell yeah! Here I come R2D2 baby!
7. Terrorist Name: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom’s maiden name spelled backwards) –
Allets Iksnalaw – Doesn’t sound very terroristic to me. More like a super chess nerd or something.


Last night I did the step/sculpt class at my gym. It was my first time in the class, and I think I did pretty well. If dripping with sweat within 10 minutes is doing well. I think the instructor was a sub. But she was one of those Workout Divas. Full eyeliner and tons of foundation. My skin would have been screaming for air. And the worst part? She kept breathing into her headset. PHWA PHWA PHWA PHWA FOUR THREE TWO ONE. It was distracting.


August 23, 2006

Houston…We Have Liftoff

Filed under: Elle & Zed,Mom Life — by InterstellarLass @ 8:20 am

Those words are what my boy hopes to say one day. The last couple of years, when you ask him what he wants to be, he replies “An astronaut or a professional basketball player.”. OK, wide variety there. But at this point, he’s leaning toward astronaut.

Night before last, when I went in to tuck him in, he looked up at me and said “Mom, I have a place I’m thinking about for college.”. But he’s only 11! my brain screamed. Never too early to start thinking though, right? So I asked him where. He looked at me and said “MIT”. I about fell over. I was stunned. “I want to be an astronaut, so I know I need to go to a really good school for math and science.” An astronaut? “Yeah, I want to be the first man on Mars.” I asked where he heard about MIT. “From my dad.” Ah, ok.

So yesterday, I looked up some stats for MIT.

  • 10,443 students applied, 1,495 admitted
  • Eight current faculty members are Nobel laureates.
  • Twenty-three alumni are Nobel laureates.
  • There are 18 MacArthur “Genius Grant” Fellows among current MIT faculty and staff.
  • Thirty-one alumni were selected for astronauts in NASA’s space program.
  • Middle 50% score range of admitted students:
    • SAT I Verbal [690, 770]
    • SAT I Math [740,800]
    • ACT Composite [31, 34]
    • SAT II Math [740, 800]
    • SAT II Science [710, 790]
    • SAT II Humanities [700, 780]

He’s got the brains. I know he does. He’s a super intelligent kid, and for him to ask his dad about really good math/science schools so he can decide where to go shows forethought that I don’t think a lot of kids have. He has always both amazed and frustrated me with the way he thinks. Amazed in that he thinks of things in ways that I would never have considered. Frustrates in that he constantly analyzes everything I say and then questions me. But when he announced his proclamation that he has his sights on MIT, I nearly cried.

Now we just have to instill the discipline to study math and science rather than play computer games with characters like this*.

*Yes, I was playing. I was setting security on his new computer, and I had to check out the sites he wanted on his allowed list.

August 21, 2006

Tuesday Stew

Filed under: Rants & Opinions — by InterstellarLass @ 10:08 pm

Arrr. Here we go again.

Hold me back! If you’re going to bring your children to the big, indoor playground, otherwise known as Ikea, on a Sunday afternoon, DO NOT let them push the trolleys. Do not let them “surf” each other around the aisles. Do not let them run around, pulling shit off of shelves and leaving it in the aisle. The aisles are narrow enough. I don’t need to be tripping over crap that’s meant to be hung up. And I don’t need my ankles torn up being run over by little Johnny and his pirate ship trolley cart.

Hold me back, again! I know. Hitting children that aren’t mine is a no-no. That’s why I held myself back and just glowered at the child that threw a tea-light candle at me. There I am, in Ikea, minding my own business, waiting to check out, and there. There went something, hitting my left leg and bouncing off. I look up. And across the checkout display to my right, a little girl is ducking behind the giant box of tea-lights. WTF?? Not only is this brat throwing shit at strangers, but she’s opening packages of product that her momma isn’t buying? I stared her down. Yeah. No 6-year old is throwing shit at me and getting away with it. And then she was running between the aisles, grabbing papers and throwing them on the floor, and then. To top it all off. Her mom was going to get her ice cream after the child exhibited bad behavior. I came *this* close to talking to the mom and telling her the kid didn’t deserve ice cream.

I need a money tree! *Sigh* I pretty much knew we were going to have a sewer leak. And we do. Dude that did the test about talked my dang ear off though. Now I have to hire someone to come and find the leak. Then, once we find the leak, we have to hire someone to fix the leak. This will involve pulling up carpet and/or linoleum (I won’t have a problem pulling this up…needs to be replaced anyway), and then drilling a HOLE through my slab at least 4-6 feet deep. I’m crying.

So I did a little therapy shopping last night. Some new workout/relaxing clothes, and a new purse. I feel better now.

Another Move

Filed under: Writing — by InterstellarLass @ 12:28 pm

My much-neglected ‘other’ bl*g has also recently moved. Naked Blathering is now up, and while on life-support, the prognosis is good. NB will contain my great passable hopeful literary pursuits. Sadly, the One Word site seems to have gone AWOL. Evidently “Hay” has been the One Word for about a month. But, I was pointed to, and I think it’s pretty neat. It’s relatively new, so we’ll see how it goes for a bit.

I’m going to try to post frequently on NB as well. I’d like to get my book going. I’ve got many thoughts floating around in my head, and need to get them down before I lose them.

August 19, 2006

Visiting Fort Worth

Filed under: Adventures,Married Life,Texas Life — by InterstellarLass @ 8:39 pm

Saturday, Nick and I went back to visit Fort Worth again. This time, we went to the Fort Worth Home & Garden Show. It was held at the remodeled Fort Worth Convention Center. Years ago, my dad graduated from TCOM at a ceremony held there. I don’t think I’d been in it since.

The Garden Show wasn’t as good as I expected. I was expecting more swag, and I only ended up buying one product while I was there. I did get some good ideas for things I need to do to the house, and entered a couple of drawings. Of course, these days most of them require you to attend a time-share sales pitch. Don’t people just give away shit for free anymore?

After, and despite the heat, we went down to Sundance Square. It’s a very nice, re-established area of the Fort Worth downtown area. I think it’s probably better at night, but during the day, it was rather dead. There were restaurants aplenty, but the shops that were there were all closed. We thought about going to the Botanic Gardens again.

BUT, once we got back to the car, we ran into an issue.


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