Tag Archive | Dawg is a fucking SAINT

That was, hands down, one of the best weekends ever.

Thursday night Dawg and I went to Five Guys to have our favoritest burgers on the planet and they did not disappoint. Then we went to his parents’ house to pick up some packages and hang out with the kitties.

C3+O2 Triple Chocolate Cake

Kit Kat wants food!

CoCo! SoCo hiding in the closet

We eventually got sleepy enough that we came home and zonked out until the next morning.

Bright and early wake-up for no apparent reason, then off to Dawg’s parents’ place to pick up Dawg’s truck so he could get it inspected. After dropping off the truck we headed to E*SPARKS for pastries and iced caffeine, then home and hung out waiting for the new TV!!!!!!!!

Super tasty chocolate croissant Brownie!

Dawg mounting the TV with a large sword...


It arrived without a hitch, and the bonus is that I found my new camera (just in time!) under the couch which had been missing since May 17! Dawg took care of setting up the TV then I took care of making sure it was programmed while he took a few minutes to cool off in the bedroom. After he recovered we took off to go pick up the truck minutes before the station closed. $573 to get her inspected, but there is a very short list of items Dawg loves more than that truck so we do anything for her. :) We returned to Dawg’s parents’ home, opened a package from Adam and Britt, and TXTed them our excitement over said package even though it was not for me (hehehehe).

"WWE ENCYCLOPEDIA, BITCHES!"

Then we all piled into Hollywood’s car to head off to an Argentine steakhouse in Forest Hills that serves absolutely amazing steak.

Dawg's skirt steak Fried provolone with prosciutto and tomates

Bread and Sangria! Poppy's porterhouse steak

After we went back to the house where we all had Fudgie the Whale cake and talked about wrestling and The Real World. After this we went home and watched some more of our new TV then had some very deserved hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! time and fell asleep until morning.

Saturday we stayed home to watch the 2009 Nathan’s Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest (Joey Chestnut won by a landslide) then decided to go to Jackson Hole for lunch.

Jackson Hole leftovers

OMG the burgers there are AMAZING. Five Guys, run for your money right there! The burgers are 7 oz and are a perfectly wonderful texture inside with a wonderful caramelized top and bottom. I’m drooling just thinking about it. And there was so much that I cut my burger in half before starting to eat it so I still have the leftovers! We then headed to Best Buy to look for an HDMI cable to hook up to the TV, at which point we realized we need an HD cable box, so decided to hold off with that, then went to Target and did a little bit of shopping. We got Street Fighter: The Lengend of Chun-Li, the John Cena movie 12 Rounds, an extension cord for diverting the power for our computers so we could put an air conditioner in the living room window, and some light daughter-hates-tyrranical-father-memoir subway reading: House Rules by Rachel Sontag. After Target we went to 7-11 to pick up hot dogs for our own hot dog eating contest!!!1

The finished product The 2009 PoppyDawg hot dog eating championship Poppy wins the hot dog eating contest!

(I won, but only because Dawg took a pause to eat some sweet Gherkins before finishing off the last third of his fourth dog) then went home to stay in for the evening and watch fireworks out our living room window (ILLEGAL ones only a block away from the police precinct :) and the Macy’s fireworks our new TV.

Fireworks out the window Macy's fireworks on the new TV

After fireworks we made our own fireworks/hot dog eating contest in the bedroom and fell into a deep slumber.

Sunday we bit the bullet. We got fortification at E*SPARKS then went to the Super Stop & Shop to do a full shopping, our first since The Incident. I suggested a new game plan: I take the cart and I do the shopping while Dawg drinks coffee and wanders the store on his own to pick up whatever items he wanted. WOW, that worked out way better. He went to the deli and ordered all he wanted from there while I worked off the list I made, with the cart at hand. We would occasionally run into each other and flirt and kiss and say those lovey words, then go our separate ways so I could continue working on the list while he waited for his 31-minute-long deli order. (It was a lot of stuff.) We did check out together since we had $338 of groceries to bag and cart, so much that the cashier asked us if we were having a party but Dawg just explained we only go full shopping once every 2 months. On our way out the door she said, “see you in two months!” That made me giggle. :) We came out of the store still in love, still in like, and still speaking to each other. Amazing what a change in strategy does!

The receipt

And then we went to 7-11 so Dawg could pick up our winning Mega Millions ticket and we got a parking spot directly in front of the apartment building so we could bring up alllllll the groceries in two trips (only had to clean out one garbage bag full of old food to make room for the new, heh). After that it was tennis time — caught the end of Federer kicking Roddick’s slimey ass after 4 hours 17 minutes, and Serena redeeming a doubles title for Venus after stealing the women’s title from her ;) — and then we watched movies. Or, I assume we did. I wrote this part before we got to that part.

Full set of weekend photos are here. I highly recommend that you take the time to look, especially if you’re a Dawg fan or a Poppy fan. :D

And since this is what many of you have been waiting for, here’s The Trick Candles / Fudgie gets whacked / The guy we all think is so damn great celebrates a day he says he hates but seems to tolerate very well if we make it extra special:

(Mom, there’s your real ice cream and cake. ;)

We’re down with HBIC (yah, you know me!)

Before we went to Santa Fe a low carb cookbook arrived in the mail, and Dawg cheerily told me that he’d be eating low-carb when we got back from our trip! I thought that was a wonderful idea at the time, although carbs are like my BFF so I had no idea how to do any of that.

Time passed, and we fast forward to Saturday, May 2. It’s the end of Dawg’s week-long vacation post-Santa Fe trip and it’s time to start preparing for the low carb diet that starts Monday, May 4. While he sleeps in I painstakingly look through the low carb cookbook for common foods that fit this new diet lifestyle we will partake in, as well as tweet back and forth with several people about which foods are good for this type of diet ahem, LIFESTYLE :) . In the end I have a food shopping list 12 miles long that I think is suitable.

Something to know ahead of the shopping part of the story: I’m trying my very hardest to get through this weekend as pleasantly as possible even though my monthly affliction of blood and moodiness is upon me. A very hard event to get through with style and grace, and you’d think after 23 years I’d have that one mastered, but … not so much. Saturday was horrible. I just felt depression in my mouth and was miserable the entire day. I just didn’t want to speak to the world. When Dawg asked me if I wanted to go food shopping after we had done many other things I told him, in my most honest words, that if we did go food shopping I would (oh, how did I phrase it?) not have a good time at all whatsoever and would take the rest of the world down with me. So, we went home!

Along comes Sunday. We slept in, ate lunch, then went food shopping! I pulled out my grandest of lists which included many low-carb-friendly vegetables, cheeses, meats, and a few common ingredients for many of the recipes in the cookbook. We started out in the vegetable section, where Dawg has NO interest. I knew that, so I didn’t think too much of his lack of enthusiasm. Then we headed out of the produce section and suddenly we saw frozen burgers — turkey and beef. Those were not on the list and I was starting to get this feeling that things were going to go a little not-the-way-I-had-planned so I sweetly and optimistically told Dawg to pick whatever meats he knew were going to work for him. He started perusing the meat and since I had no input past what I had written down on a list I told Dawg *point point* “I’m going down that aisle” and walked away. I walked down the entire length of the aisle so that I could start walking toward Dawg when he arrived in the aisle. I picked up several jars along the way, as many as I could carry… and then I almost dropped all the jars in my hand, TWICE. But I kept it together and kept on walking back toward him!, except… um, he never was walking toward me, and I didn’t have my cell phone on me.

I finally juggled all my items to the end of the aisle and found him parked at the end of the next aisle. I clumsily dropped my items into the cart and just … paused for a second, then said “I know it’s easier for you to park at the end of an aisle, but I need the cart to be in the aisle with me so that I can pick up all the items from the list.” His response: *smile “I got all the meat!” My PMS thoughts in my mind, which I did NOT utter aloud: “What, do you want a fucking COOKIE or something? Bitch, GET THE CART OVER TO WHERE I AM.”

We continued on our way and then it fucking happened again. I’m trying to pick out cheese and he’s staring at me from across the aisle, between us which is a dolly packed with dairy products and two women with carts, chatting. There was no easy way for me to put items into the cart. I got royally pissed by this and just lost it. “I’m ALL DONE.” I dropped the list in the cart and walked away. I went and got my items from the hygiene aisles and tossed some guy out of our cart’s way so I could throw those products forcefully into the cart. I then screamed over and over in my head: WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF HAVING A WINGMAN WHO’S NOT ANYWHERE NEAR YOU?! I might as well bring my own fucking cart around! I HAD TAKEN THE TIME TO MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LIST THAT WASN’T BEING FOLLOWED *AND* I WAS THE ONE PICKING UP ALL THE ITEMS AND LUGGING THEM AROUND THE STORE WITHOUT THE CART. WTF1!!@1@!`!113#11111@21


I shut down, folded my arms, and refused to participate in the rest of this process.


And forgot to buy my Midol. *rolling eyes*


Morals of the story: There are always at least two sides to one, and Midol should be located in aisle 1. Oh, yup, and: See the tag. ;)