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September 18, 2008

Total Space Geek

Oh shuddup.

Yeah, I’m a space geek.

I practically lived in the Flandrau Planetarium with my grandfather, growing up.

I would have traded my sticker album, my Swatch AND my Smurf collection for a chance to go to Space Camp. (Which had almost nothing to do with with Tate Donovan. Mostly not.)

I read everything, EVERTHING by Ann McCaffrey and would have gladly moved to Pern to be a Harper.

My name is Denise.  And I am a Space Geek.

To that end, I have a daily page I subscribe to that depicts a photo from NASA of outer-space and it never fails to leave me spinning and gape-jawed at the awesomeness and beauty of space.

If you dig it at all, you can check it here: NASA

It’s not just a heart-stopping, lip-trembling bit of beauty.. but there is a description by the astronomer/photographer of what you are looking at.

If you order NOW, each description will also be filled with links to even further explain the explanation. (If you are one of THOSE, and I know some of you are…)

A preview… a SMACKERAL, if you will…

I know…  you were just thinking that this looks just like two galaxies colliding.  Holy shit, you are GOOD.

These are the “Heart and Soul Nebulas”.   Did you just roll your knuckles across your keyboard? Did you?  If you did, I will kiss your face!!

A meteorite shower in Romania.  My heart would have just stopped if I’d been there.

Total solar eclipse.

You guys, this is total space porn.

Apples & Invisible Posts & Rob & Teeth

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , , , , — denise @ 6:54 am

Off for my work retreat at the Arboretumtoday. There will be lots of apples and fireplaces.  We are supposed to bring watches and blankets, which is fine with me as long as there is no Lamaze involved.  I’m sure it’s for some team-building situation…. and since I know better than to blog about work, you’ll just have to live with the mystery, readers.  Bygones!

It was brought to my attention that the “Wednesday” post wasn’t showing up on Explorer because I tried to write it in Word which is a bag of shitnot that compatible with WordPress and added a bunch of mumbo-jumbo that actually made my post INVISIBLE.  Not messy. INVISIBLE. Uh-huh. 

Anyway, Kory fixed it and if you never read the Wednesday post, go ahead.  It’s a little dreary, more Plath than Goth… but, damn, Wednesday was a bad day last week.  Considering that I cry about 5 times a year and all…

Oh, and here’s the conversation that I had with Rob, driving him home yesterday:

Rob:  So.

Me: Yeah?

Rob:Ok, so… do you prefer when people’s upper teeth or their lower teeth show, when they talk?

Me: :::::::::::::silence:::::::: sputtering::::::::::::  I do not understand what you are asking me.

Rob: You know!  Like how with some people you only see their top teeth and others you only see the bottom teeth.

Me:  Dude. You are BLOWING MY MIND.  I have never noticed that in my life.

Rob: I find that hard to believe. You??

Me: Seriously? People’s BOTTOM TEETH don’t show when they talk.

Rob: OH YES THEY DO.

… then he gave me an example of someone we know….

… then we had an argument about whether his facial hair was more sparse or full than Rob’s…..

Rob: Seriously, you have to start paying attention.

Me: I’m going to be angry if you’ve changed my whole scene, man.  What if I never stop noticing that, now?

Rob: You won’t.  (evil giggling)

Then I pushed him out of the car.

No, I didn’t.

I shot him.

With MIND BULLETS.

September 14, 2008

Clothes & Sandwiches

Today Kory helped me with The Baby’s room, which is at any given moment overrun by her clothes.

Clothes that used to fit her.

Clothes that don’t fit her next.

Clothes that are clean but not yet put away.

Clothes that are dirty.

Clothes for Goodwill.

Clothes I want to keep.

Clothes are are for summer.

Clothes that are for winter.

Clothes for friends that are about to have babies.

Clothes, clothes, GODDAMN CLOTHES everywhere.

Her clothes must be worked through almost weekly or our house will be overrun by tiny pink socks and Dora shirts.  Seriously, its like tweezing. Things quickly can get out of control.

You could say to me, “Yo, brainiac. How’s about you stop buying her so many clothes?”

To that I would respond, “The day girls clothes stop being so adorable and Target stops selling them for $4.00, that’s when, chumpy!”

So, today we had one of our marathon sessions in which we look at EVERY TAG to see if it’s too small, too big, THE RIGHT FUCKING SEASON, and we, to use a Palin-ism, CULL THE SPECIES.  We don’t chase the clothes around and shoot at them from airplanes or cut off the left arm of her shirts and pajamas for bounty, but only because her room is the size of a shoebox and chainsaws would be unwieldy in there.

After cleaning I made breakfast for Kory, The Teen (who was here for the weekend) and myself…. The Baby Her Highness of All Things Elmo already having eaten hours before, giant hot pink smear of yogurt still in her hair to prove it.

I made breakfast croques – a family favorite.  An English muffun (fork split only, fer Christ’s sake) with sliced turkey or ham and your choice of cheese, mustard and mayo – under the broiler.

This is how Kory contributed to the making of breakfast croques:

Me: *squeezing mayo from a squeeze bottle onto the muffins*

Kory: Blooooop!

Kory: BlllooooOOOoooop!

(repeat. a lot.)

Me: Dude. Nice condiment sound effects.

Kory: I’m good, right?  I’m totally good.

Me: Yo. You aren’t paying attention. I’m putting on the mustard now.

Kory: doodleydoodleydoodley...

Me: *squeezing mustard out in little dribbles*

Kory: doodleydoodleydoodley...

Kory: You see? You see how that’s a different sound from the mayo?

Me: Yeah, man. You’re amazing.

Kory: I’m really good at this.  I should find a way to do this for a living.

Me: Sandwich Special Effects Master

Kory: I was thinking more Sandwich Sound Technician, but yeah.

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