tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101117082011-11-22T07:37:45.830-06:00I'm Interstellar Lass. Going wherever life takes me.InterstellarLasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10984889657630212091noreply@blogger.comBlogger4121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10111708.post-1153925494027041752006-07-26T09:49:00.000-05:002006-07-26T12:24:21.490-05:00

The truck is unpacked and now all I have to do is re-organize everything. Whew! It was frustrating there for a bit, but hopefully I'll be happier with the end product. No, not my house silly! My blog! It's all very plain right now and some of my "features" are missing, but I'm muddling through it and it doesn't appear anything is lost. I'll give you the new URL when I'm all done! Mwah! Update:

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Looks like I might have to make this a weekly or semi-weekly feature. I usually try to let things go, but I ruminate on them and then it just kind of gets to me. So perhaps by expunging them here, I'll feel better. You may have heard, but on Sunday, some jackass hijacked a big rig truck and a police chase ensued. The chase started in Fairview, TX, which is about 10 minutes from my house, and

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My Friday evening didn't go as planned. Originally the agenda was dinner with a co-worker and my old boss, celebrating my boss' move to another group. That was to be followed by attending my first-ever drag show. Sadly, both were cancelled. My plans then turned to poker. I found a couple of games that I could go to. Nick had originally planned to go see the new Clerks 2 (I still haven't figured

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Nick and I had a 20% off coupon to Bed, Bath & Beyond, and we needed a new laundry hamper to finish off the re-organization of our bedroom. So, we wondered around the store last night, and came across these. I thought they were pretty cool, and Nick loved them. We're in need of a new coffee table. Ours is circa 1970 and actually a remnant of the Ex's grandmother's residence in our home. So, the

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Elle and Zed went on a field trip yesterday to our local Mega Water Park. There are a few smaller water parks geared more for families, where I think I would have felt a little more comfortable that they were going. But nooooo. They had to go to the Mega Water Park. Zed's a good swimmer. I don't have to worry about him as much. But, despite summer after summer, Elle is still a bit trepidacious

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Elle and Zed spent Friday night with the Ex's aunt. Then, we picked them up Saturday morning. Their clothes didn't leave their suitcases. Hey, his month...his laundry. When she was getting ready for soccer, Elle pulled out her swim suit from her dad's house, and showed it to me. Uh huh. That's pretty. Now put it back so you don't lose it. Sunday...kids go back to their dad's. Monday... Tuesday

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And it has nothing to do with the 3/4 bottle of wine I drank last night. For $6.99 a bottle, it wasn't too bad. Nick thought it was a little dry, but it went well with the rib-eyes I grilled. Yes, I grilled, in the 100+ degree heat. It's not like I had to stand over the flame-pit for more than two minutes at a time though. So it wasn't all bad. But, I'm feeling whiney because of the heat. I

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We're knee deep in home projects at the moment. There's crown moulding on my living room floor, Zed's room has no bed, and yesterday I was spraying noxious fumes in my den, fixing cracks in the wall. Plus, all the other rooms in the house are suffering from being ignored in favor of projects. We thought it was a good time to do projects since the kids are out of the house. They spent the weekend

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There's a certain thrill in danger; in doing something outside of the expected. Some people can push that limit, test the boundaries, slip into the wild side. I'm usually a spectator to those people. A thousand times I've thought of a response to someone's comment but didn't dare say it. I've been tempted to stand up in the middle of a restaurant and yell, just to see how people reacted. A part

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Back when I was a younger Lass, during college, I had transferred to a different University after my Freshman year. A friend I worked with was returning to school, and she knew I wanted to leave the school I was attending. She needed a roommate, and the University she was attending was a good school. So, we moved. The three times I went to the campus, my roommate drove, and all three visits were

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I'm out of court, fingers and toes all accounted for. The case wrapped up today, at the very end of the day, and our verdict is rendered, so now I can share the details with you. The case I was selected for was a DWI. After waiting almost half the morning on the prosecution and the defense arguing legal technicalities, the 20-person jury pool came in for the voir dire and the case type was

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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

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I don't think I've ever told you, but I used to be a dancer. And not that kind that collects dollar bills in the g-strings. Nope, I real, honest to goodness, classically trained ballet dancer. Would you have guessed? I started taking lessons when I was five. My grandfather took me to see my first ballet. I'm not sure what it was, but I'm fairly certain it was either Swan Lake or Sleeping Beauty.

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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

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A year ago today, I was just a girl, newly single, doing things single people do. Going to ballgames with my friends, playing hard on the trails, drinking martinis and putting my life back together. I was happy, but I wanted someone special in my life. A year ago today, he was just a guy, happily content to sit in his recliner, read Bukowski, smoke his cigars and eat his QuikTrip sandwiches

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For the month of July, the Interstellar Casa will house only myself and Nick. Elle and Zed are spending the month with their dad. So far, it's borderline OK. The quiet is nice, but I miss my kids. Zed left Friday night. He hasn't called since. I mean, I know Colorado is nice and all, but I also know that they're a modern state with all the latest technology. It's not like he had to take along a

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Trivia: I was tagged by Keb for this meme. So here goes. Now you have no excuses for not throwing me a fabulous party for my birthday this year. Instructions: 1. Go to Wikipedia. 2. In the Search box, type your birth month and day (but not year). 3. List three events that happened on your birthday. 4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death. 5. One holiday or observance (if any).

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The hills they are steep. Yes indeedy. But they're even more steep in Colorado. In fact, there, they're not even hills. They are mountains. If you recall last August 11 other crazy runners and I traveled to run the Wild West Relay. Well, we're headed back. Bigger and better this time too. Well, bigger anyway. Last year we were a 12-person team. This year we have a 12-person, a 9-person and a 6-

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We even got to the airport on time! When we went to El Paso a few weeks ago, we were kind of pushing it, so I was glad Nick was relaxed when we got there early. Especially because we needed all that extra time to walk from the BFE parking lot to the BFE gate alllll the way at the end of the terminal at Love Field airport. See, there's this thing called the Wright Amendment that limits Southwest

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Today is my sweet Nick's birthday. He'll kill me for this. He's not used to being acknowledged on his birthday. My idea of a good birthday is a rare steak, a cigar, a beer, a good book, and peace and quiet. I don't want bells and whistles and hoopla and people singing to me. Or so he says. Granted, he's been single for the prior years of his life. But, as a friend of his said, he now has family

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On Saturday night, we dined at the Bavarian Grill, Plano's homage to German food. My grandfather chose the restaurant for his Father's Day dinner. I'd been once before, and it was OK. The owners and many of the waitstaff are German and turn out what seem to be pretty authentic dishes. Menu items are named in German with English descriptions, and their list of biers is extensive. The waiters wear

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This morning I was at the gym, working with my trainer. I was pumping away on the elliptical, and my trainer was having fun periodically increasing and decreasing the resistance and the crossramp and I was dying. Then, in front of me at the stationary bikes, two women got up and walked away. I noticed that one of them was wearing a lacy pink bra under her navy workout tank. WTH??? Yesterday

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I started this post earlier, then deleted it, and now I'm writing it again. The sono tech at my OB/Gyn office this morning told me I have great ovaries. Now that's not a compliment you hear every day! If you wanted to get pregnant, you wouldn't have any problems! she chirped. I just laughed nervously as I lay there on the half-table, feet in stirrups, with a thin "blanket" over my lap for privacy

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My Mavericks lost last night. Just by 2 though. Dirk didn't show up for the game until the 2nd half, and they let Wade score 42. Let's hope Thursday's game is better. I want a Championship! On Monday I saw my personal trainer. She worked the hell out of me and I still hurt bad. I'm sore all over, but just enough where it feels like I'm sick rather than sore. Elle attempted to emotionally

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Being a brilliant father I mean. Yeah. As if not supervising his children and letting his dog chase our daughter wasn't bad enough, I came home to this last night. I had a meeting with my relay team, so Nick was home to collect the kids from their dad. When I got home, Elle had just got out of the shower and Zed was just getting in. They were burned. Not quite to a crisp, but damn close

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...don't always go as you planned. Last year when I trained for my first marathon, I had the 'no excuses' attitude. After burning myself out trying to do too much too soon (a marathon, a half marathon, a 30K, and another marathon in 6 weeks) I started to make excuses again. So, I took some time off and then made excuses about getting started again. Now I got into the NYC Marathon. Who ever gets

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She/He got to do this or that, it's not fair. Elle and Zed's favorite phrase has got to be "It's not fair". My response? "The Fair is in October" or "Life isn't fair" or "So what?". This morning was a prime example. Wednesday night is their dad's night, and they pack a bag. Each has a rolling suitcase. One yellow, one red. For one-nighters, they pack in the same bag. And it's always a fight over

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Zed's party went off well. My mom and sister decorated spectacular cakes (I say cakes, because while everyone else in the family was happy to eat chocolate, my grandfather has to be difficult and has to have a yellow cake), Zed asked for sandwiches, so there was no cooking, and everyone arrived on time! Zed loved all the decorations, and the Superman cake was a work of art. For reals. The

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They never fail to surprise.

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My baby boy, Zed, will be 11 on Saturday. On Sunday, we'll be gathering with my family to celebrate. While the kids were at their dad's last night, Nick and I went shopping for his presents. Nick's initial idea was to get him a set of Superman sheets and comforter, but then decided that he really wanted to get him the Superman cartoon series. I was starting to wonder who these gifts were really

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...is where I spent my Memorial Day weekend. Nick and I flew out Friday evening on a very full American flight. Packed in like sardines, as they say. I'm not a good flier, but once we made it past the take-off, I was able to relax. I also got some really good shots of the clouds and the sky while in-flight. The landing was also, fortunately, uneventful and we made it back down to the ground with

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Last night Elle and Zed were both wearing on my last nerve. School was out on Wednesday and their regular after school program 1) doesn't provide any care until next week, and 2) has gotten outrageously expensive. So, I found another program to put them in for the month of June. It's through our local sport authority, and is better because a) it's less expensive, b) it provides care when I need

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For "Hell Yeah"! I'm so glad for the comments I received yesterday. Not because everyone agreed with me, or because my point was proven or anything like that. No, exactly the opposite. I humbly shared my opinion, and you shared yours. THANK YOU! That's exactly what I wanted. ~~~~~~~~~ And as a result of yesterday's post, Miss Poopie bestowed the letter H upon me for the Alphabet Soup game. The

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Baghdad ER premiered Sunday night, but I forgot until I turned on the TV to watch the Sopranos. Fortunately it was on On Demand, and I was able to watch it last night. I've been against this war from the start. I don't get it. Yes, Saddam is crazy. He was a bad man. He's gone now, and that's probably a good thing. I still don't see that he was that big of an international threat but more of a

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On Saturday, I competed in my first-ever poker tournament. Well, two tournaments actually. The first was a "ladies only" event, with about 18 other "ladies". I won a couple of awesome door prizes, a new bag and a totally gaudy, but perfect for my poker friends, straight-flush poker hat. The second tournament was at a sports bar I'd never been to. I was kind of scared, going in by myself and not

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Graduation night went off without a hitch! Elle behaved, Zed walked proudly, his pictures were cute, he got nice gifts and even picked a good restaurant! I'm so proud of my boy! Amazingly though he can go from "cool" to "goofy" in 2 seconds flat.

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Tonight, my baby boy graduates from 5th grade. He has exactly one week of elementary school remaining before joining the middle school ranks. On Tuesday, he and I met with the band director to select an instrument for Zed to learn. We tried the trumpet, the trombone, the option of euphonium, the french horn, and the saxaphone before finally settling on the clarinet. Zed will be 11 in just two

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Well, at least I don't need help lifting my wallet anymore. Yesterday I went and joined a gym again. I need to balance my outdoor running cardio with weightlifting and get a boost at getting in shape. Well, a different shape then I'm in now anyway. The company I work for has a number of discounts at different gyms, and I selected one close to my house. The trainer I met with was about 5 inches

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I hope you all had as good a Mother's Day as I did! It was a gorgeous day! Nick and I picked up Elle and Zed from TheEx, then went to brunch with my family. I love the Blue Mesa brunch. It's fairly priced, the food is good, and the brunch price includes all you can drink mimosas (champagne and orange juice) and poinsettias (champagne and cranberry juice). After brunch, I took Elle by James

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One of the benefits to being married to Nick? He's like my own personal DJ. If I'm thinking of a song but need help remembering the artist, or I want to hear a song, he can go over to his little ginormous CD index and find it. Yesterday morning I got up early for a run, then took a shower and laid back down before getting ready for work. I accidently fell to sleep, but he got the kids up and

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I don't have much of a green thumb. I'm good at the heavy lifting, the raking, the mowing, but not at making pretty green things grow and flourish and live beyond a week or two. But I've set out to rectify this! Thirty 40-lb. bags of top soil, organic humus and cow manure later, and I have GREEN! And hopefully I will soon have the flowers to show for it. Celosia, Cosmos, Marigold, Nasturtium

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Well here it is! I must say that I'm quite proud of the finished product. Toot, Toot. (That was me tooting my own horn.) There were lessons learned, of course, but it was ogled and there were ooohs and aaaahs from the other shower attendees. One of the grandmas actually wants a matching tunic. And another girl wants me to make her something. Perhaps a profit making industry is in the works...

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Gift registries are nice and all, and of course, first-time mothers certainly need a lot of things, but I'm bored with onsies and blankets and whatnot. So, when I got my invitation to a shower for one of my girlfriends, I knew that I wasn't going to be visiting one of her registries. I hunted online for the pattern. There are lots of sites that feature free patterns, most including pictures. One

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You attempt to open the building door only to find that it's locked. You tug again. Nope, still locked. You tug a third time, thoroughly confused as to why the heck the door won't open. Then you realize... You didn't buzz your badge. In the mean time, here's a picture of a cute little squirrel. And, here are my newly planted beds. As soon as I see a peek of green, I'll let you know.

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My faucet in the back yard has been leaking for the past two weeks. I have a hose splitter on it, so the leak has been contained to a constant drip. Otherwise, I would have flooded the neighborhood by now, not just half my back yard. I called last Thursday for the plumber. His first early morning appointment was today. He showed up between the designated time of 8-8:30 am, and pulled his van

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Last week I submitted an application. But not just any application. An application for entry into the 2006 ING New York City Marathon. I don't have to qualify on time like Boston (maybe when I'm 60!); it's a lottery drawing instead. Only 35,000 (yeah, only!) people get entries into NYC each year, but thousands more apply. Supposedly out of US applications, approximately 50% are accepted. I'll

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Elle's favorite phrase. If Nick or I or her brother do something she doesn't understand or appreciate, she's likely to counter with "You're Weird". Except she can't say Weird just right...she kind of slurs her 'r' so it sounds more like "Weid". I've always known I was a bit off. I try to enjoy things, and you'll often find me not acting my age, but something closer to my shoe-size. I can behave

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Last night Elle and Zed and I went to see the Frisco Roughriders play the Corpus Christie Hooks. It was a chilly night for Texas AA baseball. We all had on long sleeves and jackets, and I even brought along a blanket. I'm glad, because Elle and I ended up using it. But despite the chilly weather, we had a great time. One thing I have to say about Minor League (AA) ball is it's S-L-O-W. It took

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Here I go, about to upset a few people again, I'm sure. But, this just drives me insane. How the hell are they (i.e. the Mexican government) getting away with this crap!?!? I just don't get it. Secure border my ass... Reason 1: Mexican Army on our doorstep. Who were they waiting for? Reason 2: Mexican Customs agents planning routes for drug traffikers? Nah, he was just lost. Reason 3: Woman

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I heard about this guy by accident last week. I'd heard his name before on an AT board once. But I didn't read much about him. But after hearing about what he's doing next, I had to buy his book. I started and finished it yesterday, in one sitting. Dean Karnazes is going to run 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days. And you people thought I was crazy. Nope, not even close. I'm quite sane compared

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I had fun playing with my new camera. Nick was getting a little frustrated though. I mean, I took a picture of beer. OK, so maybe I did get a little carried away. My old camera could do video too, but it wasn't as easy as this one. I figured the guys around here would appreciate this. And here's the game slideshow. The $9.75 burger was GOOD. ---------- This weekend I plan on planting. I won't

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I took my new Kodak Z700 to the game last night. This morning, I try to download the pictures. Except the USB connector on the camera end is smaller than the USB I have on hand. Dammit. Why do manufacturers have to 'specialize' their equipment? Just makes it a pain in the ass for the rest of us. So, pictures of the Mavs game will be delayed. One of the brothers (owners) at Nick's job, gave him

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Please sing the post title to the tune of Viva Las Vegas. Oh, thank you! That was very good! Again, four hours of sleep, followed by another disappointing breakfast. Maybe Vegas just doesn't do breakfast because people are too hung over to care. There was no time for fun and games on Friday though, because it was goin' home time. The rest of Nick's co-workers shuttled it back to the airport

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Look to my left sidebar for my new Flickr photo album. Vegas photos can be found there! Despite coming to bed so late, I woke up at 8:30. Nick and I gave the breakfast buffet a whirl. I wasn't impressed. And the old people there in Vegas will run you over with their walkers and canes, trying to beat you to the food! My goodness! We decided we would rent a car and head out to the Hoover Dam. We

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Unlike the Griswolds, Nick and I didn't have any run-ins with Wayne Newton, near accidents at the Hoover Dam, or lose the entire contents of our bank account. We had a fantastic time! On the way to the airport, Nick realized he'd forgotten to pack his tennis shoes. He obsessed about this for awhile. Remote parking was a cinch, and the flight was very smooth both out of Dallas and into Vegas. On

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You are so money! Yep! Nick and I are headed to Vegas this morning. We're looking forward to a little fun in the desert. I'll be back in a couple of days with some scandalous photos. Say Hi while you're here and then go visit someone on my blogroll. Come on, you know you want to...

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I did my taxes last night. It was depressing. I got to file 'single' due to the D I V O R C E last year. The Ex got to claim Zed, and I got to claim Elle. Plus I got to claim the after-school care for Zed. Well, that didn't really matter, because evidently I still underpaid. See, the Ex-Butthead never made as much money as me. As of last year, he made about half of what I make. Therefore, he got

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If you're not from the southwestern U.S., probably not. Friday's drive down to Gatesville was windy. A front was blowin' across Texas, and a dust-storm from West Texas was comin' with it. We were between Waco and Gatesville, almost to our destination, and witnessed a special treat! The Komen was fun. I have several suggestions for the race director, but being only the 6th Komen run in that area,

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Act I Time: Last night Location: MegaPhoneCompany store Yes, I've ordered phone service online and I got this email saying you needed to confirm my identity. Hands over drivers license and credit card. Clerk looks up something on the computer and fills out a slip of paper with a phone number and a confirmation code. Call this number and give them this confirmation code. They'll give you a date

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At 4:15 yesterday Nick is frantically IMing me and calling me, trying to track me down. [16:15] supernick: URG!! Where are you? [16:27] interstellarlass: What up [16:27] supernick: Want to go to the Mavs game? [16:27] interstellarlass: when? [16:27] supernick: Tonight? [16:27] interstellarlass: who's going to watch the kids? [16:28] supernick: can we scrounge up a sitter? [16:28]

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Nope, not a house project this time. I read a post over at Carnealian's blog that reminded me of something I need to do. Plan my own funeral! No, I'm not dying. At least that I know. But I've been thinking about it since my cousins' mom died back in February. She had the kind of funeral I don't want. And, to make sure I get what I want, I know I've got to plan it myself. So here's what I've got

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I had poker at my house Friday night. Couple of girlfriends, green beer and guacamole. I didn't start off too good, but my friend Judy and I ended up the last two in. We were tired, so we played Indian Poker to declare a final winner. One card on your forehead... I spent the rest of the weekend on my bathroom. I don't think you can see it real well, but this is the 80's style wall paper that

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It rained. All.Weekend. Oh, except for Saturday morning. Elle's team won their soccer game despite damp conditions and cold winds. The rain is supposed to clear out. I wish Terrell Owens would. Vintage Jerry Jones. T.O. will end up being a bust. But I don't care. Gives me just another reason to root against the home team.

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Like I need another hobby! Last night I went to the first of three learn-to-crochet classes with my grandmother. My great-grandmother, Roma, was a fantastic chrochet-er. Sadly, she passed at 91 years young several years ago. She made beautiful afghans for my grandparents and my uncles. One of my uncles wants a new afghan in the copy of a pattern my great-grandmother did. He had one, but his

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Baseboards removed, wall spackled & sanded, cabinet doors removed, two coats of primer, texturizer mixed in the paint, two coats of paint on the walls, cabinets taped off, and one coat of paint on the cabinets. My legs ache, my back aches and I'm still not done. To make matters worse, we washed the shower curtain, which is the inspiration for the colors in the bathroom. Well, the pattern is now

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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I meant to post this before. Like when I made it on the 10th. But I forgot. And, since I have nothing better to post today...well, without further suspense... In case you want one too!

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Calling all dogs! Calling all dogs! Wrigley here with a breaking news story! Usually, Tori and I just sit around during the day, lazing in the sun. But today, we caught wind of a situation that really gets our Milkbones. Over at MommaK's place, darlin' Lil sent out a Twilight Bark. This means there's a dog in trouble that needs our help! So, we're passing along the news, hoping that you'll send

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Well, for a bit anyway. The last two weeks have been dreary, gray and rainy. Elle's soccer season was supposed to start February 18. But, that weekend's games were cancelled due to freezing temperatures and ice on the roads. Her second game was supposed to be yesterday, but because it rained Friday and Saturday, the fields were soaked, and so the game was cancelled. My baby wants to play some

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Laura, over at Vitamin Sea made up a new meme. As an individual with a BA in English with a concentration in British Literature...we'll, it's mandatory for me to do this. But the books I've been reading lately, and I use 'lately' quite loosely, aren't the classics. Nope. They're fiction. I'm a fiction fan. Very rarely do I read non-fiction. These are the books I have lined up to read at the

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Last Friday night I went with my mom and sister to see a movie. We were thinking about going to see Walk the Line, but when we got to the theater, it was starting later than we wanted to wait for. As we ran down the list of what was showing we realized that all the movies sucked! But wait! The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada was starting at 10:05. What's that one about? My mom and sister

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I've been a Texan since the day I was born. I came into this world by way of Houston, making brief hops between Texas and California during my diaper years, then a year in Oklahoma before coming back to my native land at the age of 6. I lived in the same house for the next twelve years. I had no Texan pride at that time. I didn't hang out with anyone that wore blue jeans or cowboy boots, I

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Not starring Hugh Grant, but rather, yours truly. Friday, Nick and I traveled down to Houston for a family funeral. My uncle's ex-wife passed away. My two cousins are only 20 and 23. She was only 45. She was my aunt longer than she was my ex-aunt, and I went to support my cousins and my uncle in their loss. Only one of my mom's siblings wasn't there, and she would have had to come from Missouri

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It was difficult for Nick to leave his dad. Pop is one of those old-school tough guys. He's 85 years old, lives alone, is 99% deaf, and all his family has left El Paso. And, despite offers from all the family to move closer to them, he refuses. He's self-sufficient. El Paso is his home. It's what he knows. It's all he's known for nearly 70 years. He was a man that worked with his hands. Hard work

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WARNING: Mush alert! There is a strong possibility this post could be very mushy. If you have a weak stomach or are otherwise inclined to gag at yucky love-type stuff, look away now! Ahem. Can I have everyone's attention, please? Yes, everyone, look over here! This way! Yes, yes, come closer. Thank you. Now that I have your attention, I would like to make an announcement. Now, I know some of

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The original plan was to go get breakfast, then drop Pop back at the house. Then Nick and I would go play up in the Franklins before the Big Game. Another breakfast at Franky's. This time, carnitas. Eggs scrambled with shredded beef. Good, but not as flavorful as the chorizo. Ah, but plans were meant to be changed, right? It seems Nick's dad couldn't bear to be separated from us. He doesn't get

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Saturday started with more coffee and Dunkin' Donuts. These guys are crazy about their donuts I tell you. The El Paso Times was a quick read. I guess not a lot goes on in El Paso. OK, maybe I'm joking a little bit. But not really. Nick worked at several radio stations in El Paso, and even hosted a morning show there. I've seen the tapes. As we were driving in on Friday, we were listening to the

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Cooler: check. Suitcases: check. Coffee: check. Kids off to school: check. One final stop at Wal Mart and we were off. The rain and morning rush hour traffic slowed us down some. The rain didn't clear for almost an hour. But when it stopped raining, Nick let go his death-grip off the door handle. He said "It's not you I don't trust...it's those other dumbasses.". Nick and I yukkin' it up in the

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Nick and I are back, safe and sound. The road was long and windy, but we had a great time. I'll give full details of the trip in a couple of installments. Travel time from Plano to El Paso: 10.5 hours, including rain and AM traffic. Travel time from El Paso to Plano: 10 hours. :D Until I download all the details from my brain, I leave you with my favorite picture from the trip. The mid-day moon

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Nick and I are packing up and taking a weekend road-trip to his hometown, El Paso. His dad is 85 and doesn't travel more than a couple of miles from his home, which means I've never met him, and Nick hasn't seen him since last April. El Paso is a looong way from Plano. I've never been there before. Google Maps says almost 13 hours, but based on 650 miles at an average 70 miles per hour, that's

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I hate the blahs. I think that's why I was imagining yesterday where I would travel to if I could. I'm feeling the blahs again. I've suffered from the blahs most of my life. They're a total pain in the ass. There I was, feeling good and looking good, and then the blahs came creeping back in. For no particular reason. No one brought them to me. Nothing happened that opened that door for them to

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To boldly go! Well, not quite James T. Kirk, but I do have that wanderlust in my soul. If I had the means and the ability, I would go just about anywhere. I remember in the movie Mask Rocky had a map filled with push-pins of all the places he wanted to go. I would love to fill up a globe with pins or flags or something of places I've been. While my US Map is fairly full, my World Map is sadly

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DOLDRUMS [doldrums] or equatorial belt of calms, area around the earth centered slightly north of the equator between the two belts of trade winds. The large amount of solar radiation that arrives at the earth in this area causes intense heating of the land and ocean. This heating results in the rising of warm, moist air; low air pressure; cloudiness; high humidity; light, variable winds; and

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Elle threatened to run away again last night. She set herself off when she asked if they could stay for the PTA meeting and some program thing that was going on. I didn't know about the PTA meeting and program, and I was starving and had a headache from work, so I said no. She then proceeds to jump up and down and have a fit. Back in the car, it was whine, whine, whine. My headache wasn't getting

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No, not me. Elle. She's decided that she's going to run away. She was upset about something last night when I picked her up from school. Her: I'm not going anywhere for dinner. Me: That's good. I'm not either. Her: I'm not eating dinner. Me: That's too bad. Nick is making Turkey Tacos tonight. Her: I'm going to run away. Me: OK. Where are you going to run away to? Her: Carolina. No Georgia. (

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