Interstellar Adventures

July 10, 2006

Civic Duty

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:03 pm

For the first time ever, I got called to Jury Duty. And yes, lucky me! I got picked! This morning was a lot of ‘hurry-up-and-wait’ while this and that was decided before the panel was selected. So, it was pretty late before I was ‘in’ and we only listened to a little bit of testimony today. I get to go back tomorrow and hopefully the case will be done by the end of the day. I can’t talk about any of the details of the case until it’s decided. It’s all very hush-hush.

Have you ever been selected for jury duty? What kind of case did you get? Do you try to ‘get out’ of serving when you’re called?

July 6, 2006

On a Rant

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:23 am

I’m not usually bitchy, but I’ve seen some things over the last few days that really have got my dander up. So here I go.

Peeing on the toilet seat: Ladies, I know we all have public potty phobias. And I know some of you like to hover. But dammit, if you spray on the seat, wipe it off when you’re done! You hover because you’re afraid of what’s on the toilet seat, but then you leave your bodily fluids for the next person??? I mean really, there’s no sense in that. And before you say it’s just ‘flush spray’, a clear drop is flush spray, a yellow puddle is urine.

Monitoring your teens Part One: On the evening of the 4th, Nick and I stopped to buy a lottery ticket. As I was inside paying, I see a girl, who, had I not seen her get in the car and drive, I would have assumed was about 14. I’ll give her barely 16 though for the driving. She was all dressed up and ready to go out. In a micro-mini skirt, heels, and more makeup and jewelry than a Barbie doll. Why would a parent allow their child to dress so provocatively? I can’t figure it out, unless the parents weren’t home.

Monitoring your teens Part Two: Nick and I were at Starbucks last night, and three teenagers sat at a table next to us. Two boys and a girl. The first thing I hear out of the girls’ mouth is If a cop catches me with cigarettes I just tell them I’m detoxing from heroin and it’s part of my treatment. The next thing I heard out of her mouth was I steal all the time. Today I stole two pregancy tests. Then a continuous stream of profanity, more talk of stealing, drugs, sex and profanity. What the hell!?!? Again, the girl appeared to be around 15 or 16.

Wearing appropriate clothing for your body: I like to look just as hot and sexy as the next gal, but I know what I can and can’t wear. To the lady at Target last week: Seeing your belly roll over your jeans under your half-shirt was not attractive. To the lady at dinner last night: Seeing the bottom curve of your butt cheek under your skirt was not attractive. Please, please, please! Wear clothing that fits. Wear clothing that is flattering. You will look more attractive in something that is flattering and fits than if you’re wearing something that your body oozes out of.

Manage your children: I have kids. Mine are not allowed to get out of their seats and run around in restaurants. Mine are not allowed to pull items from shelves at the store. Mine are not allowed to scream at the top of their lungs the entire time that I’m shopping. Your children should not be allowed to do these things either. I don’t care if you can ignore them, I can’t. Come back later when they’ve had a nap and learned some manners.

Remember Customer Service?: Do not talk on your cell phone while you’re ringing up my purchases. Do not eat a candy bar while you’re ringing up my purchases. Do not talk to your friend at the other register while you’re ringing up my purchases. Do not sigh, roll your eyes, smack your gum, or check your nails while you’re ringing up my purchases. You can talk to your friends, eat and smack your gum while you’re on your break.

There. I’m done for now. Thank you for listening.

April 7, 2006

Race for the Cure

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 10:04 am

Tonight Nick and I are driving down to Gatesville to see Nick’s brother and sister-in-law, Bubba and Marci. Tomorrow, we will rise, bright and early, to participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5K.

Marci is a Survivor, as is my grandmother. My step-great-grandmother also had breast cancer. Breast cancer affects over 200,000 women each year. Significant advances in breast cancer research and treatment have increased surviorship each year.

I’ve done the Komen several times before here in Dallas. It’s a powerful, powerful event. Just imagine being surrounded by almost 40,000 other women, all there for the same purpose. To beat breast cancer. Girls, take care of your girls!

April 6, 2006

Bad hair day

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 11:26 am

I showered last night and then sat with my hair in a towel while Nick and I watched TV. After awhile, the towel hurt my hair. So, I removed the towel and finger-combed my hair. Then the both of us fell asleep. Nick woke up and dragged my butt to bed, where I slept on my still-wet hair.

This morning I woke up to 77% humidity and wild hair. I applied some conditioning cream and worked at it with a round-brush and my hair dryer. Stopping to check my progress in my hand-held mirror, the back still looked sad. I kept at it, and finally tired of the struggle, sprayed on some hairspray and hoped it would hold.

Alas, my efforts were futile.

April 5, 2006

Alternate Path

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 10:36 am

Miss Indigo asked If you could do something different for a living, what would you do?

Hoo Boy. I tell you what. I never thought I would be where I am now. (Re)Married, two kids, house, two dogs, 8-5 job. Never imagined it. I actually never had much of a vision of what my life would be like. I never imagined the big fairy-tale wedding. Never could come up with where I saw myself in 10, 15, 25 years. As a senior in high school I got cornered by someone from the school newspaper. They asked If you died and could come back as anything or anyone, what would you come back as? Others said a catepillar, a dog, a bird. Me? I’d be the CEO of a really big corporation and make world-changing decisions. Yeah. Right.

My dream jobs when I was growing up? For a while, a doctor. My step-dad was a doctor. I thought it was cool. I don’t mind blood and guts and stuff. But I hate needles and I couldn’t imagine cutting someone with a scalpel. Then it was a lawyer. I’m good at arguing, and I wanted to be a children’s rights advocate. Because I thought my parents sucked. But that’s a lot of school. Then I wanted to be an archaeologist. Digging up bones and lost civilizations. That would be so cool. Then it was a marine biologist. Studying dolphins. But sharks scare me.

Now I’m thinking I would have liked to have been the archaeologist. The female Indiana Jones. Traveling. Adventuring. Seeing new places, new people, new things, new cultures. Learning. Experiencing. And maybe I’d even learn to use the whip. 😉

April 4, 2006

Good luck with that…

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:11 am

My ex is brilliant. I mean, truly brilliant. Elle and Zed spent the weekend with him. I dropped them off straight after Elle’s soccer game. Well, evidently, I forgot to pack Elle’s regular shoes. I packed their bags the night before, they got home late from the circus and her game was at 8 am. I mean, shoes are easy to forget, right?

I see that he had two options. 1) Call me and ask me to drop off her shoes. 2) Go to Target and buy her a pair of tennies for $10 or a pair of flip-flops for $2. What does he do? He has her wear her cleats all weekend. Brilliant.

His latest brilliant move? A 12-week old puppy. And not just any kind of puppy. A puppy that will grow into a 100 pound dog. A French Mastiff. He had it in the truck last night when he dropped off the kids. It was cute and all. But he lives in a one bedroom apartment. “Yeah, it’s going to be a big dog.” he said. “Yep, and it’ll crap big too.” I said. “Yeah, it already clogged the toilet when I tried to flush it’s poop this morning.” he said.

Like I said. Brilliant.

April 3, 2006

Party like it’s 1999?

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:22 am

Nick would have been 29. I would have been 24. Perhaps we would have been able to handle our booze a bit better.

I was up at 6:30 am Saturday. Nick at least got to sleep in a bit. Elle had an 8 am soccer game. By 9:25 the game was over and Elle and Zed were dropped at their dad’s. I picked up Nick and we enjoyed a not-so-quiet breakfast at IHOP. We toodled around here and there. Walked around the Galleria for a bit. Bought Nick a new pair of tennis shoes.

By around 4:30 pm we were hungry. “Let’s give that new burger joint a try.” Nick suggested. OK.

We arrived at 4:45 pm. The burgers were good. The fried jalepeno slices were good. The beer was cold. We watched the first NCAA Final Four game. Poor George Mason. We were rootin’ for ya. Then we decided to stick around and watch the second game. Bah. UCLA won.

And we kept at it. We called it quits after seven hours.

10:30 am came waaay too early. Especially with the time change. Our noon lunch date with one of Nick’s writing group pals and his wife was our ‘hair of the dog’ recovery. Two cosmos and a po’boy later and I felt much better.

Man, we just can’t party like we used to…

March 31, 2006

I love Sue

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:06 am

Canada’s Doctor Ruth. This woman cracks me up! She’s much more down-to-earth and laid back than Dr. Ruth, and much easier to understand. I catch her show on the Oxygen cable network.

The other night, Nick and I were flippin’ channels, and there she was. Stop there! I said. So we watched Sue. It’s mostly a call-in show where viewers/listeners ask questions and get answers, advice and whatnot. And then she has product review segments and ‘just for fun’ suggestions.

This particular show, my favorite calls were:

  • The nympho who’s boyfriend couldn’t recover quickly enough for her
  • The woman’s who’s husband wanted her to wear a chicken suit in the bedroom
  • The woman who shared her B.O.B. with her platonic girlfriend and got an STD
  • The man who called and wanted to know if it was unhealthy for his wife to “swaller”

God Bless Sue!

March 30, 2006

Ouch, That Smarts

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 9:23 am

Yeah, if you’ve never seen something painful, just watch this.

This guy soooo needs to get over himself. I wonder where I can get my “NO T.O.” t-shirt.

March 29, 2006

Viva La Raza

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 8:46 am

You’ve got to be kidding me. Watching the news last night, Nick and I stared, dumbfounded, at a mockery of a protest. Dallas ISD students were “protesting” the a Texas House and Senate resolution promoting support of an immigration bill under consideration in the US House and Senate.

For two days now, Hispanic students in the DISD have walked out of school. They’ve marched on City Hall. Students walked from their schools and were hanging out of cars. Brilliant. An SUV full of teens joyriding driving in a vehicle to the protest were in an accident and a girl’s hand was severed. The march itself isn’t what I’m calling a mockery. It’s their actions while there. News cameras showed them hoopin’ and hollerin’, running up and down the stairs in City Hall and wading and splashing in the fountain in front of City Hall. What started as a protest turned into a free-for-all day to skip school and play to the cameras.

We are not criminals. I beg to differ. If you come to the United States illegally, you broke our law. If you came to the United States on a visa and then stayed past when you were allowed, you broke our law. If you bring your family with you and grandma doesn’t have a visa, but you do, grandma broke our law. If you work without the proper documentation to work in this country, you broke our law. Breaking a law makes you a criminal. You, young lady, might not be a criminal, but those in this country illegally, working illegally, and using services they’re not paying for, are criminals.

If the Italians wanted to come, you’d welcome them with open arms. Actually, if millions of Italians were to come to the US illegally, I think I’d feel the same way. First of all, use an intelligent arguement. Second of all, I don’t think you could present me with an arguement that could convince me that allowing anyone and everyone into my country with no thought to whether or not they should be there is a good thing. More than 11 million illegals (not just Hispanics mind you) being educated by my tax dollars, receiving medical treatment paid for with my tax dollars, living off my tax dollars…yeah, I’m good with that. Not.

There is a legal method of entry into the US. Use it. If you get in, great. If you don’t and you come anyway, I’m going to send you back home and I’m not going to let you come back.

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