Poppy Cedes

I had an irrational thought in the middle of the night Monday in my AC bed that the woman that one of Dawg‘s friends is smitten for and about to marry is the bat shit CRAZIEST salesperson at my job. I was all ready to confiscate Dawg’s phone and call said friend in the middle of the night just to ask him his girlfriend’s last name. I resisted, but then this morning I had mulled over the idea of walking up to Bat Shit Crazy and asking her what her boyfriend’s name is. Dawg told me this can’t be the case, that his friend’s girl works in NJ, but… I’m not convinced until his friend shows me the proof that this fine lady isn’t the crazy lady at my work.

I WILL NOT REST!

Ok, yes I will.

Anyway.

Today was my first day in Manhattan during United Nations play time!!! whee!!!!! and I definitely noticed a security difference. I saw lots of extra police, and some guy carrying a Fed Ex package almost get mauled by a German Shepherd, and the cop holding the leash of said dog smirk at the guy. I did not care for that even a tiny bit.

I had something else to blog about that was on a more positive note but I totally forgotted it! :(

Still trying to remember.

Nope, not coming to my mind.

Well, I’ll tell you something else then. I’m pretty sure no one from VT is reading my blog anymore, but I just wanted to say (HIDE YOUR EYES IF YOU’RE EZA) that I got a late birthday present for EZA finally after resolving that I would not be able to return to VT before the snow flew, thus missing his August 25 birthday party. The gifts are on the way to me, and when they come to me I’ll package them up and send them off.

Gift 1 is already with me:

(That bottom box is his. The middle box went to my favorite salesperson who gave me a hug for it. The top box went to Dawg because he asked for it and I love him with all my heart.)

Gift 2 is a book EZA really needs to read because I’m confident he will come visit me and I know he will be interested in this subject:

Gift 3 is just way cool and any 7-year-old would love this:

I don’t know if I’ll add anything else, but probably at least a card. Love that little guy to tiny pieces and back. *sniffle*

Ok, off to have a party with @Rachel316 and @missbritt and @MsBatman! LATER!

Oh, hahahaha! I am totally writing in Sybil style (right?!) but I just remembered what I was going to write about. I’ll make that a whole notha post, k? k.

Happy whateverdaythis is, chicas and fuertes!

Those foot pad things that claim to take the toxins out of you?

Bamboo pads from Poppy Cede on Vimeo.

Yah, that’s what I think about those.

You’re welcome.

In 2008 I got divorced, sold my house, moved to a different state, and got a different job in said different state.

Turbo Tax online does a pretty decent job with the divorce, different state, and different job, but doesn’t seem to understand that I am not the sole party responsible for the sale of my house and therefore should not be the only one to have to pay in for the money profited from the house. And that’s *after* I upgraded to the “help me out, please” service.

Note to self: Never own a house again. Or only when you’re going to be rich enough to have people handle all of the bullshit associated with owning it.

The car alarm I cannot effing stand is going off at random intervals to drive me fucking INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE. It’s a light chirp, but it has been going off for over an hour now and I’m about to gouge my ears out so I don’t have to hear it anymore.

I’m hoping the morning will bring a chirp-free existence.

Your turn.

(Turn for what?)

Exactly.

Ohhhhhhh my goodness, I am so voraciously hungry right not, probably not the best time to write up this post. But! I must show the inequities of it all…

Here is an innocent box of Stop & Shop Italian style mozzarella sticks:

And here is the servings information showing 4.5 servings of 3 sticks per box (4.5 * 3 = 13.5 sticks), included with the nutrition information:

And here are the entire contents of the box:

1 * 3, 2 * 3, 3 * 3, … and 2 more. 11 sticks. 3 and 2/3 servings.

I attempted to weigh the contents of the box to see if it was the servings information that was wrong or if we got short changed on mozzies, but I had already placed them on the cookie sheet so when I weighed myself I was horrified at the number on the scale and went scurrying off to drown my sorrows in the entire box of mozzies. Either way, I want to point out:

STOP & SHOP IS LYING TO US.

I would like a free box of mozzies now, please. Thanks.

You know what I’m talking about… It’s that span of time during which you are promised a representative from a company will show up to your house to install, repair, remove, or troubleshoot something. You take time you don’t have off from work to sit at home and hope someone shows up during “the window”. If they do show up it’s almost always at the tail end of the window, or some uncomfortable amount of time past the end of the window, so you still spend a bunch of time being sure they wouldn’t show. If they don’t you pound your fist in the air and yell, “I told you so!” to no one in particular.

And even if we work in a job where we are one of The Window People, we all know more often than not we personally have wasted a lot of time waiting for people who never show up, juuuust like being stood up for a date or waiting for a phone call that never actually happens.

It is not good customer service. It should be banned. It’s a lose-lose.

This post was inspired by Jen. If you don’t read Jen then you don’t like space. If you don’t like space then … um, what’s wrong with you?

On the way to work my lung came out my mouth from coughing and just as I turned (rises in the east, sets in the west) East and the sun was in my eyes I sneezed my brain out through both nostrils.

Last night I kept inexplicably having feelings like I was going to have an anxiety attack but never had one. I kept trying to justify that feeling, giving it plenty of potential reasons, but today I’m absolutely certain it was just the cold because my stomach started randomly aching in exactly the same way my chest had last night.

Oh, and I had a piercing headache when I woke up.

And Dawg told me this morning he has the sniffles. Awww, our first official cold together. I love this cold!

Who else is sick? Fess it.

If you’re not sick, tell me some good news.

I feel like I have a cold. I’m amused that this cold has decided to visit me at the end of my vacation. Do you think work will believe me if I say “hi, I’m in Tennessee but I need to take a sick day”? Yah, no, me either.

Hey, want a picture? Here’s one:

It’s the red panda skull (right)!

gd ice on my car.

there is now a gaping, breathing wound in my non-dominant hand from trying to scrape the car this morning. disgusting.