Poppy Cedes

The other day I was trying to explain to Pudding* why I blog. She kept asking me if it was so I could complain and people could subscribe to my complaints. Being the introspective person that I am, I couldn’t just say, “no, of course not!” then explain in clear and concise words why I blog… cuz I don’t actually know why I do. It’s always changing, my reasons for why I write any given post are always different.

The point of writing this post is to say: It smells like bacon here. That is not a complaint.

*Pudding is Dawg’s ex, mother of The Wolves. I know, it’s hard to keep up. It gets easier if you live it.

Cinnabon cinnamon streusel muffins at Poppy and Dawg’s house, pass it on…

Hi, it’s Sunday. Let’s all please go back to bed. I am exhausted (albeit very happily so) from yesterday.

Sweet dreams, jelly beans…

Lazily stolen from Tense…

1. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you lay in a bed with?
Dawg

2. Where was the last place you went out to eat?
The Glendale Diner

3. What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed?
Glass of wine during True Blood.

4. Which do you prefer – eyes or lips?
Eyes to gaze into, lips to kiss. I kinda go a little crazy with the kissing.

5. Medicine, fine arts, or law?
I have no opinion.

6. Best kind of pizza?
Pepperoni, onion, and garlic on Sicilian crust.

7. Is your bedroom window open?
No

8. What is in store for your future?
Eternal happiness, I hope.

9. Who was the last band you saw live?
They Might Be Giants? Maybe.

10. Do you take care of your friends while they are sick?
Not friends, no, but family, yes.

11. What is your favorite soda?
Fountain soda Coke or Pepsi.

12. How many songs are on your iTunes?
I hate iTunes 8.0.

13. When was the last time you purchased something over 100 dollars?
The couch disassembly/reassembly happened on Tuesday… I think that was the last thing. But, hmm, Dawg paid for that. … … … Oh! Nope, not that… Hmm. I dunno.

14. Where is the last place you drove to?
I wasn’t driving, but Dawg picked me up this morning around 8am after his overnight event to take me to breakfast and run errands. The last place before heading home was the dry cleaner.

15. Are you experienced?
At some things.

16. Any historical figures that you envy?
No

17. What brand of digital camera do you own?
Hello Kitty, we love kitty! I almost bought a Hello Kitty one today from CVS for $30 but its largest photo size was 640×480.

18. When was the last time you got a good workout?
Monday night. (Curse you, period! Curse you, overnight work schedule!)

19. If you need a new pair of jeans, which store do you go to first?
Old Navy

20. Where did your last kiss take place?
Where I am right now. Our desks are arranged so we can steal kisses whenever we like.

21. What were you doing at 11:59 PM on Monday night?
Um… Saying hi to Dawg? Most probably that or sleeping.

22. Are you a quitter?
Depends what it is I’m potentially quitting.

23. Who was the last person you had in your house?
The people who disassembled and reassembled the couch for us.

24. Can you speak another language?
Yup.

25. How about you put your legs behind your head?

26. When was the last time you went dancing while under the influence?
13 years ago at a gay bar, sandwiched between a gay man and a straight man.

27. Nickname?
Poppy, Stef, various pet names

28. Describe what you are wearing in detail.
Glasses, omg pwnies shirt, black zip-up hoodie, sweetheart dark blue jeans, New Balance sneakers, and undergarments that are none of (most of) your business.

29. What do you think about people who party a lot?
C’est à vous.

30. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Depends who I’m talking with. I can be extremely uninhibited, I can be shy, and I can be downright prudish, depending on the variables.

31. Are you one of those people who obsesses over Hollister?
If I hadn’t read Tense’s answer I’d have no idea what you were talking about.

32. What was the last CD you purchased?
Death Cab for Cutie’s Narrow Stairs

33. What are two bands or singers that you will always love?
They Might Be Giants and Barenaked Ladies

34. Which of the seven deadly sins are you guilty of?
Probably all of them at one time or another

35. Did you just have to Google the seven deadly sins to see what they were?
No

36. Where is your favorite place to get coffee?
My kitchen.

37. Have you ever been offered a job?
Not lately…

38. Have you ever stolen anything off a road?
Um… that’s a weird question. You mean, like, a sign? No.

39. When was the last time you dyed your hair?
Back when I lived in Vermont. My poor hair… Dawg keeps telling me it’s beautiful. He’s so kind to me.

40. Whom was the last person you rode in a car with?
Dawg

41. Have you kissed somebody in the last 2 weeks?
It’s New York, everyone kisses everyone.

42. Miss someone?
I miss a lot of people.

43. How is your last ex doing?
I honestly have absolutely no idea. Last he told me is what I told you — he’s dating Spice Girl.

44. Is there someone you want to fight?
The Man.

PINCH ME, S’MAC me, but NO TOUCHING the Poppy!!!~!~!! from Poppy Cede on Vimeo.

Watch the whole video (comma dammit).

PINCH & S’MAC
The pizza
The mac & cheese

Earl
Finn
Neil
The Halloween party

Earl recommended a restaurant to me that is near where I live. It happens to be a restaurant owned by Dawg‘s very good friend Beaner/Lollipop’s family. Ohhhhhhhhhh, the irony. Did I not just tell the world why I was so happy I moved from “France”? I did.

And, small world of small worlds, today I will be hanging out with the gorgeous and infinitely talented Finn, who is in town with her family, to actually walk inside of The Metropolitan Museum (of Art, I presume) then we will meet up with Neil for lunch… maybe at PINCH & S’MAC (I better remember my Lactaid). After that Neil and I will wander off to have an adventure that does NOT involve visting a supermarket. Who knows what… Maybe we can people-watch and decide who is just trying to scam on tourists like we did at BrittCon.

And for the benefit of those not inside of my head: “That Song” is “It’s a Small World” which we had to sing ooooover and ooooover and ooooover again in grade school (Break Boy can vouch for this) and one day when we were singing it I put my hand up to my mouth, brought it back down, and there was blood and a tooth on my finger. blurg.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COUSIN! Love you, kiddo! Hope you get some tonight! (I’m such a bad older cousin.)

Today is Ripley’s birthday. Being the AWESOME kitty mama that I am, I totally forgot and Catster had to remind me. I did remember twice before it was her birthday…

…but now it’s her birthday and Dawg has to work until Saturday morning between his regular work shifts and his special out of the country event shifts.

I just conferred with Dawg and we’ll be celebrating her birthday on Sunday, our next opportunity to be together as a family in a wakeful state.

Ripley gets tons of love every day, but I still feel bad for forgetting the arbitrary date I chose to symbolize the date of her birth which I’m not certain of because I got her as a stray from the humane society. Anyway, here are a few photos of Rips the very first day I took her home with me. She was 5 months old and 5 lbs, 5 oz. :} (She’s now exactly double that size.)

Happy birthday, Baby Girl. D and I you to little tiny pieces.

Some people, including Tori, did a meme where they took a photo of themselves unedited and posted it.

I break rules, you know that.

Two days ago I took a series of mirror imaged Photo Booth photos — directly after a shower, a while after the shower, then that evening. Here are those photos. The “best” of those:

Morning…

Noon…

Night…

It’s weird to me how different I can look on the same day.

The couch is now in the living room!!!!! WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

I’d show you photos but the living room is a total disaster at the moment, aside from the couch itself.

Don’t worry, you’ll see it soonish.

Wherever I go here — the post office, a job interview, a social outing — if I tell people I just moved here from Vermont people actually ask me “why?!” They live here, perhaps-probably not originally by choice, or originally by choice, but from a place that was “even worse” than here, so they don’t understand why someone would come from country living to city living. I love it here, so I really have no idea what they’re talking about in my heart, although intellectually I understand that I just traded a state that has more cows than people (just about 750,000 in the whooooole state) for a city that has more rats than people in it (10 million if you count all the people who would prefer not to be included in the census, thankyouverymuch).

And here, dear readers, is why I prefer to be in smelly, dirty, loud, crazy, crime riddled, drug infested, rat filled, perfectly wonderful to me New York City: I just learned on Facebook that my co-worker’s teenage daughter is friends with a man 3 times her age who is friends with my ex-boyfriend from when I was 15. And, one of my other co-workers from my last job who now works with my ex-husband (and the president of the company tried to set her up with my ex [and incidentally originally set me and the ex up 11 years ago] but my ex had already started dating Spice Girlfriend) is friends with both the man my co-worker’s daughter is friends with, who used to work at where my ex-husband works (and I used to work there with both of them too!) and my ex-boyfriend.

It’s way too tiny there. And probably confusing for you. But very incestuous, anyway. It’s a miracle any of us aren’t so inbred that we end up looking like The Royal Family. (I can say that because I’m English-American. You cannot. )

Bye-bye, cowpie!