Poppy Cedes

Hit the “snooze” button on your over-chatty Twitter followers (I have just made everyone snooze me, I can feel it.)

So, you know how I like to do memes but I like to change them up because rules and I don’t actually get along so well? (How I am not in prison for eternity is beyond me, honestly.)

I’m stealing Tug’s meme, except I’m also stealing her answers and then just commenting about them, but on my blog in a post instead of in her comments where comments belong. Yup. So, without the furtherness of ado…

Tug: I totally think men on motorcycles are HOT, but will never.ever sit my ass on one again as long as I live. (the motorcycle, not necessarily the man) ;-)

Poppy: I was offered to ride a motorcycle when I was seven. I was terrified of the idea so I declined. Also, when I told my brother I am dating a man from NYC my brother asked me if he was a biker (as in, Harley). Because, ya know, all guys from The City are bikers! (hehehehehehehehe)

Tug: I don’t believe my mom when she tells me she’s proud of me, but I do believe my dad. I hope my daughter believes me when I tell her.

Poppy: I am the opposite. My dad rarely praises me, but when he does I don’t feel sincerity behind it. When my mom praises me it’s usually with that choked up voice I get when I’m really proud of someone, so I know she means it.

Tug: While I’m very confident and well-spoken with anyone – no matter their position in life – each & every day – I still have to really talk to myself & convince myself not to cry or scream when I’m REALLY mad – because if I’ve gotten that mad? I’ve held it in, and that’s not good.

Poppy: I actually used to have this problem, but back before blogging. I blogging, it’s really helped even out my moods because I don’t have to keep everything pent up. I know that I could just talk things out (as in, omg, verbally!!!!), but I have a very hard time not just completely clamming up when things are bothering me. I’m an internalizer.

Tug: One of the best times my daughter & I have had was a trip from Vegas to MT in a car that crawled up hills (think semis & motor homes passing you & stopping every 100 miles or so to add oil), but flew down them! We totally bonded (her jr. high years), and just had a blast doing what we wanted, stopping where we wanted, and cranking the tunes, singing along, and laughing.

Poppy: I submit exhibits A, B, C, and D.

A: Bdogg

B: Dawg

C: Mom

D: Big Brother

Tug: I have never in my life been anorexic, but I can look at a woman with my body type & think she looks good – but I don’t think I do. In the same breath I can say I’m lucky to have 1 or 2 good hair days a year, and I don’t really care. This is me, take it or leave it. ;-)

Poppy: I’ve been bulimic and anorexic. I was much more successful with the bulimia part since I love to eat so much. I’m still bad about food, but it’s not because I have control issues. I’m just lazy about incorporating healthy eating into my life. Send me on vacation and I eat breakfast, lunch, and steak dinner. Otherwise I kinda just suck at squaring away those meals. I think women with my body type are beautiful and, not to be conceited or anything, I think I’m beautiful. It took me a long time in life to think that, but I’m there.

Tug: I’m quite the cunning commentor, but a pretty pathetic poster in the blog world, but I’m glad I’m here (and again, take it or leave it) – I’ve ‘met’ some pretty awesome people!

Poppy: Tug is not a pathetic poster. That’s just redonk. However, I totally agree that I’ve met some pretty awesome people in the blog world! (If I said I hadn’t then my best friend and my boyfriend would probably be kinda pissed at me, maybe a little. )

Thanks, Tugbug. That was fun!

Today is Wednesday, not Tuesday.

Carry on.

Paula Abdul Ruins American Idol by Reading “Pre-Written” Judge Comments (I was going to make a post about this but I am too annoyed by it)

Chocolate Covered Bacon (bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!, birthday present, please!)

Why am I so fascinated by people’s handwriting?

Not rhetorical, please feel free to answer.

Voodoo doughnut. Nuff said.

I am surprisingly happy for a Monday morning.

Usually on Mondays I am dragging my ass. Usually on Mondays I am non-verbal. Usually on Mondays my clock has reset to “I MISS DAWG WHEN WILL I SEE HIM AGAIN OMG I CAN’T STAND IT”.

Today none of these things occurred.

Perhaps this is because I am going to NYC on Thursday, and Thursday just isn’t that far away.

TequilaCon, here we come.