Poppy Cedes

I’m not even kidding. I love that man. If he created an official religion I’d be a part of it. (Did he do that? Crap.)

In addition to explaining his philosophy on Possession he also invited me to a party where I learned to love roller coasters. The man’s a genius. Seriously. And I cannot even explain to you all that I learned from this trip. But I can tell you there’s no one else I would have rather gone to SWCV with than Dawg. That was, hands down, the best vacation ever.

I wish I could pick the best out of the 641 photos I took so you wouldn’t have to look through them all to see what I saw, but I cannot do that. You need to go look at them all. So, here they are.

I’ll give you this one, though:

You’re welcome.

I’m leaving Wednesday for sunny Orlando where I will attend Star Wars Celebration V and see the (I forget their new name now that the word “mafia” isn’t in it, but I mean my friends). I am leaving my home with a gaping hole in the living room wall and no pipe connected to the toilet. There’s also a drop cloth, an emptied water bottle, and wall shit. When I come back it all better be like nothing ever happened in that corner or else I know who I’m visiting first thing Monday morning with my Dark Lords Rule commemorative baseball bat.

I just want to squee a little tiny bit more that during this trip I will be meeting many of my friends’ children for the first or second time. I love kids, so I’m excited to see them all and see what damage we can cause when we’re all together in one group.

See you on the flip, I don’t plan to blog while there. I do plan to tweet, though. TWEET!

And don’t worry, Mama Dawg is taking good care of the girls, cuz I’m dragging Dawg‘s ass with me to the conference. ;) Also, I have a 3-day crop going in FarmVille, and 1 bottle of unwither in case it decides to croak on the 4th day instead of the 6th.

Byebye, chicken pies!

It’s Georgie’s 6th birthday today.

She’s spending it dreaming about mousies under my bed. I’m going to surprise her with some Mommy-Georgie time. Bye. :)

So, I went all the way to Pennsylvania to hang out for the day. Why would I do that?

For Bubblewench.

Highlights:
I got to meet Shannon’s entire family, including her husband Scott (a mad cool guy), Grandma (a mad cool lady), and “Debbie aka Deb-o-rah” (another mad cool lady who demands your respect if you work with her). :)

I got to hug Shannon, Karl, Angel, Rachel, and Robin.

I GOT TO MEET LUCKY AND BOO-BOO! and the birdies! and another kitty! And Shannon’s mom’s dog Otter!

I did not get arrested. And neither did anyone else, even though the cops tried their very hardest to set Shannon’s husband off like the very fireworks they were telling us we weren’t allowed to set off. :)

I was escorted to the bathroom by the lovely Angel who is the BEST bathroom escort ever. She even peed a little laughing so hard when I told her my funny story about the cleaning lady not letting me use my own bathroom so I had to bring a bowl into my bedroom and pee in it. (True story.)

I am not sure this is a highlight, but more of a proud moment for ninja girls everywhere when I was told by Shannon’s brother-in-law to pole dance on the metal tent poles, TWICE, IN FRONT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND, so I told him off. Poppy is not a stripper, yo. Poppy is a respectable lady and demands that you treat her as such. Unlike that fucking dirty whore Molly Pitcher* who has the clap and splinters from riding the wooden pole.

I had Yuengling on tap and in a bottle for the first time ever, then chased it with a delicious Chick-fil-A spicy chicken sammie and waffle fries.

I had a pineapple and coconut concoction made for me by Angel. :)

I went to a party in another state with only my ID card and my Droid and a bottle of bug spray and some cash as personal possessions. That was nutsoid.

I watched badminton and horseshoes played in the dark.

I went home feeling completely sober and woke up with the worst hangover I’ve ever had ever ever ever but it was well worth it. :)

And here are a few photos from the event:

Click above to see the flickr set.

*I promise I only mean that the rest area off the NJ turnpike is all those horrible things. I never knew the wife of the wounded rebel soldier. I’m guessing she was lovely.

You are the best freak, freak, freak of the week!!!!! <3

Go wish Robin a happiest of birthdays!!!!!!

I’m 14 again! Ok, really I’m 36, but does anyone think I actually act my age? Well, maybe people I work with. I’m like a mullet — business in the front, PARTY IN THE NOT FRONT PEOPLE!

So, Friday I decided to go see Inception by myself. Great movie, made me really depressed and contemplate life as I was walking out of the theater, but I am looking forward to seeing it again with other humans. Friday night I watched wrestling with Dawg before he had to go do overnight vollies with KC then I watched In a Day on Netflix. It’s a movie about a woman whose day starts our very unwell then goes well then there’s a conflict about whether it was really a good day at all.

Saturday I had Special K Blueberry for breakfast and harvested my FarmVille farm, then Dawg woke up and we went to the Georgia Diner for lunch, the mall to get me A DROID X (we are now a Droid family on a family plan, woooooot!), then to the Lego store where we hung out with R2-D2, then we went to Radio Shack to buy a slim line phone for my PHONE INTERVIEW FOR A JOB ON MONDAY (people, don’t get all excited, I don’t have the job yet), then we went over to Mama Dawg’s and I opened an adorable cat coming out of a box gift from Adam with instructions only in Japanese as well as gifts from Dawg’s parents — money for underwear and money for A CLEANING LADY TO COME OVER ON FRIDAY (people, quit getting so damn excited, it’s not like you’re coming over to use my bathroom anytime soon, jeez, it’ll be dirty again by then). After prezzies we went to dinner at Barosa and waited an obscenely long time for them to kill the animals with which to make our dinners but we had a great time just talking about family stuff then after dinner we went back to Mama Dawg’s and had Twilight ice cream cake. Team Wolf Boy, rawwwwwr! Then we went home and at midnight I turned around from my desk to say “Dawggy, it’s my birthday!” but he was already stealthily walking over to me to give me a kiss and wish me a happy birthday so I caught him in mid-step, hehe. Then on the way to bed I found cards from Dawggy and each of the kitties. In Ripley’s card was a FarmVille gift card!!!! In Georgie’s card was a birthday wish in RUSSIAN (she’s a Russian Blue). In Allie’s card was a birthday wish in FRENCH (she speaks French as her first language because of when I got her in life). In Twitter’s card was a stinkbomb (kidding, it was her talking in her NEUROTIC ALL CAPS VOICE). In Dawg’s card was a hula girl on a car dashboard, which is our trip to Hawaii (as in, the card is as close as we’re getting to Hawaii).

In the morning Twitter woke me up at 6:30am to eat my toes and scratch my face so I got up for a minute and added my FarmVille gift card to my farm so I could buy a golden retriever named Zoe, the final nail for my beehive, and a birthday cake then Dawg dragged me back to bed and I slept until 10:15am! YAY! Then I got out of bed and we sat down at the couch and I opened presents from Bdogg, Dawg’s Aunt Honey, my grandmother, and myself. Then we made pretzel bites and watched The Crazies on Movies on Demand (loved it! see it! have a hand to hold!). After the movie I got ready to go out to dinner with Dawg to the Waterfront Crab House where I proceeded to stuff myself silly with a Coke, a bloomin’ onion, salad with blue cheese (they do an Italian vinaigrette with gorgonzola for their blue), baked potato, filet mignon, a glass of French Merlot, a key lime tart TO DIE FOR, a single shot espresso, and a coffee.

We then came home and went into food comas while watching Terminator: Salvation. The rest of the night will be spent watching True Blood and hanging with the kitties, then a little bit of well deserved birthday sex. :) A fantastic birthday.

Thank you all so much for your calls, blog posts, tweets, FB wall messages, text messages, email wishes, cards, gift certificates, tangible items, and your general caring for my existence. You contributed to an awesome birthday.

<3

Pictures of my fantastic birthday (hover for captions) ...

Today is a very good day.

Lots of kitty kisses from Allie ♥, Ripley ♥, Georgie ♥, Twitter ♥, and Poppy ♥

This weekend I’ll be having a hot stone massage, eating cheese and chocolate fondue, and watching lots of ladies scream at a boy band.

I won’t be alone.

Thank you, Grampa.

Love, Poppy

There will be a video montage of Ripley’s weekend progress tomorrow, although it will really be just me goobering over her accomplishments performed off camera. Her noted progress is that she can now jump from floor to bathroom sink, and also from floor to kitchen counter then counter to fridge. She can also get down from the fridge to the floor (via the counter) all by herself. She still has trouble turning in a circle. She still gets confused and/or stumbles when there is too much visual or aural stimulus around her. But she is now doing her morning war cry and rubs up against objects for affection purr-time. Also, she’ll do uppies with me then go from me to Dawg then back to me again with no trouble. She tries to get on our backs, which isn’t quite normal for her. She’s returned to hissing at the other girls instead of curiously sniffing them. She is ravenous, presumably from the prednisone. Still taking her pills like a grumpy champ via the pillgun.

Today Dawg and I are going to the vollies parade and then we’ll see what the day brings. :) I’ve been up since 3:45am, for some reason I’m just very excited about the parade, so hopefully I’ll get naptime at Dawg’s parents’ place later if we go there, or naptime with Dawg and kitties if we come home instead.

Happy Sunday. :)