Dawg came to visit me Thursday night even though he never actually admitted he was coming to see me. (I love surprises, which I'm guessing is why he did that. He kept trying to tell me he was having conversations with Squishy Dawg even though I heard car and road sounds… mmmmhmm.)
We went to sleep after a little conversation of our own.
I woke up and it was my birthday.
I dragged Dawg to lunch at my favorite Chinese restaurant.
I dragged Dawg to the waterfront to walk around and then drink beverages to rehydrate us.
I dragged Dawg to the tallest free-standing filing cabinet art in the entire world.
I dragged Dawg to my storage unit to show him all the stuff I'll eventually be bringing with me. (He did not freak out. He's weird.)
I dragged Dawg to the Lake Champlain Chocolates factory to make him buy me chocolates. (heeheeheeehheeenheheeeeeheeee num)
I kindly brought him home where boxes were waiting outside my door.
Dawg dragged the presents inside.
I opened the presents.
I love my presents. … Oh, hmm, you wanted to know what they ARE? Think Keurig. I've wanted one of those damn things for years. Dawg had no idea, and yet he got me one anyway. He reads my mind. He also got me extra coffee singles and a book of coffee recipes and the movie This is Spinal Tap.
I primed my Keurig then we had a coffee.
My mom called to wish me a happy birthday. Apparently I forgot to mention to her that I haven't moved yet. Oopsie.
Dawg and I had a conversation with Squishy Dawg.
Dawg and I went to see a pencil disappear. I liked that trick very much. I liked Heath Ledger's character waaaaaaay too much, and am starting to wonder if I am a psychopath. We had popcorn, 44 oz sodas (we each had one), and candy.
I checked my voicemail after the movie and heard my stepdad singing to me. bleep.
Dawg and I discussed the movie on the way home and it has now been confirmed for the millionth time that Dawg leads a very exciting life.
We got home to find the cats had not cleaned up after my tornadoing of the apartment with the gift wrap and boxes and packing materials.
I couldn't stand the fuzz on my teeth from all the candy so I brushed my teeth.
I wrote this recap.
Here we are.
Thanks to all who emailed me, sent me cards, wrote on my Facebook wall, and madeposts about me. Also, thanks to some guy who sent me dinosaur forks and spoons.
Um, in case anyone left on the planet didn't know, my birthday was today. I'm 21, for the 14th year in a row. (Use your fingers to count and you'll realize that's correct.)
Also, for stalking Karl I finally won a prize! An Introverts Unite magnet! Dawg will be very happy to have another magnet for the fridge… (Avi, could you please make a magnet so we don't have to keep wearing you on our chest? [TWKS! hehehehehehe]) I even did a happy dance for winning the magnet, because, you know, that's how I roll.
Soooooooo, I made 1 big long video and chopped it up into 10 parts but my computer crashed and I lost parts 4-7. I thought I had part 4 which was this really great part of me explaining the homeless guy who sat next to Avi at Iron Man and then at the end of that segment of the video I get a phone call from Dawg but that segment didn't make it off the computer as I thought it had.
So, part 4 is simply gone.
Parts 5-7 I was able to play on the computer so I used my digital camera to film them. They kept freezing so I have to actually take the time to edit them. Pain in my ass because I'm really busy and don't have the time to do that, so it'll be a while before you actually get to hear anything at all about TequilaCon itself, but… honestly, that's what everyone else recapped so instead you get the bits around TC! And maybe later when I have the time I can share the actual TC event with you.
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.
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. )
1. Identify the originator of this award, and link so she can get her well-deserved traffic. It’s Kayla at Project Mommy.
2. Pass on at least 10 Excellent Blog Awards.
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I just spent ALL of Saturday writing the Poppy awards post. I am so drained, and I'm not even done yet. Luckily I have this meme I filled out on Friday when I was being completely non-verbal on the blog. I'm just feeling like I need to be prompted to say anything, so memes and quizzes it is.
1. What curse word do you use the most?
"Fuck" and its variations. (I'm particularly fond of muttering "fucking fucker fuck" when I'm completely alone.)
2. Do you own an iPod?
Yes, which I bought myself for my 30th birthday even though it was supposedly given to me.
3. Who on your MySpace “Top 8” do you talk to the most?
I don't even know who's part of my top 8.
4. What time is your alarm clock set for?
6:45am but lately Georgie's been waking me up at 5:30am with her icy "FEED ME, WOMAN!!" stare.
5. What color is your room?
Light blue
6. Flip flops or sneakers?
Out of those two choices it'll be sneakers with inserts, thanks. No inserts, my back flares up.
7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?
Both.
8. What was the last movie you watched? Kill Bill Volume 1 and Kill Bill Volume 2 double header!
9. Do any of your friends have children?
All my local friends have children.
10. Has anyone ever called you lazy?
My uncle did once, and it resulted in me and my mom moving out of the house he and my grandmother own and into a hotel for a few weeks while Mom secured an apartment. My uncle doesn't think I'm lazy now, he thinks I'm awesome. (Likewise, Uncle.)
11. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?
I occasionally take Advil PM which I keep calling Tylenol PM, but I take Tylenol arthritis strength for my back and leg flare-ups so taking MORE Tylenol for bedtime is a bad idea. I wake up groggy and ornery when I take sleep meds, so I try not to.
12. What CD is currently in your CD player? Solid Gold Hits ~ Beastie Boys
13. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
Ice-cold skim milk on the rocks ("extra cold," I suppose).
14. Has anyone told you a secret this week?
Probably. I'm a vault, so people do that.
15. Have you ever given someone a hickey?
I have, although I much prefer to receive.
16. Who was the last person to call you?
FFiB
17. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
I'm guessing they do.
18. Did you watch cartoons as a child?
Yes, although I preferred the cerebral ones like "Tom & Jerry" and "Dungeons & Dragons" and ZOMG!!!`!!!~1!!@~ "VOLTRON"!!!
19. How many siblings do you have?
Hmm. You ask my brother, I have just the one. You ask my sister, I have two. You ask B or Sour, I have four.
20. Are you shy around the opposite sex?
I am randomly shy around people, so yes.
21. What movie do you know every line to?
… … … How about Clockwatchers or Office Space? Yup.
22. Do you own any band t-shirts?
Yes. My favorite is my 1993 Spin Doctors tour t-shirt from a very famous town a few exits away.
23. What is your favorite salad dressing?
Blue cheese and Caesar tie for top. Depends if I want creamy or not.
24. Do you read for fun?
Yes.
25. Do you cry a lot?
I used to cry a lot a lot because I was really unhappy all the time. Now, not so much. Although, I did cry twice this past week for the first time since December. Both times this week were because I missed someone, but not the same person.
26. Who was the last person to text message you?
FFiB (um, surprise…)
27. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?
Laptop
28. Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?
NO to piercings (I have a funny story about getting my ears pierced, which explains my aversion. oh, and…NEEDLES). I'm not actively wanting a tattoo, but the idea shoots through my mind randomly. I think I'm going through a bad girl phase.
29. What is the weather like?
IT'S FUCKING COLD.
30. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?
Yes.
31. Is sex before marriage wrong?
No. And sex during marriage isn't wrong either.
32. When was the last time you slept on the floor?
Hmm. I have no idea.
33. How many hours of sleep do you need to function?
8. Ok, ok… 7. But I can do 3. But I prefer 10.
34. Are you in love or lust?
Yes.
35. Are your days full and fast-paced?
My mind instantly jumped to work, and my work answer is that it depends if there is a security incident to handle.
36. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages?
Well, I look at them and think, "wow, that's a lot of calories" or "wow, that's not many calories" then I shove the food in my mouth anyway.
37. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
34
38. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
I am much more laid back about it than I used to be. That said, I have to proof my own blog entries about 12 times — before, during, and after they're published.
39. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
Asked and answered. But I absolutely love going to amusement parks so I hope there are many more in my future (hint hint hint hint HINT, hi, hint).
40. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex?
Depends, but generally guys and I get along much better. I'm not very girlie.
41. Do you like cottage cheese?
I cottage cheese! Thanks, Gram, for making me eat it as a kid.
42. Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?
Sides, although my best sleep is when I am so tired that I can fall asleep on my back or stomach.
43. Have you ever bid for something on eBay?
Yes? I've definitely bought on eBay.
44. Do you enjoy giving hugs?
Yes, and I give really good hugs, as a few of you know.
45. What song did you last sing out loud? Sabotage by Beasties.
46. What is your favorite TV show?
"10 Items or Less" and "Real World/Road Rules Challenge: Gauntlet III" tie for first because I have them both through iTunes and I'm not done watching them.
47. Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with?
I'm absolutely certain this is a trick question. I suck at this question. … Matt Damon? Since, ya know, I am fucking him.
48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
The very late evening of February 14.
49. What one thing do you wish you had?
FFiB (He's not here right now, please leave a message. *beep*)
50. Favorite lyrics?
You know my answer would be arbitrary anyway so I'll just be cute and say "it's classified!" and not give one.
No good? Ok, ok, how about Don't Let's Start by the Johns:
You know I want you (yes, you!) to do this meme, but I don't like pressuring people into doing things. So… yah.
So, how ya doin'? Me, yup, I'm good. Yup, yup. So, what's new with you?
If it wasn't clear from my Poppable, there's a snow storm here today. I saw three accidents and heard several sirens on the way into work. I almost kicked the fucking ass of a guy who decided to tail me into the parking lot of Starbucks, but he had this big "I'm super happy and nothing will get me down" grin on his face so I cut him some slack and just made kung fu motions behind him while he ordered his coffee.
Speaking of the place that gives me my morning buzz, I got hit on in Starbucks this week. I was not really paying attention to what I was doing while adding cream and sugar to my iced venti Americano and I totally stepped all over the foot of the guy next to me. I apologized semi-profusely. … You think he's the one who hit on me, don't you. You'd be wrong. This total Wonder Bread walks up behind me and says something about me being a beautiful woman… and I just said, "ok, then…" because… um, if someone's gonna get a chance to HIT ON ME in that scenario it should be THE GUY WHOSE FOOT I STEPPED ON. Not the mini-van-of-kids-toting dad and HUSBAND with the dorky owl glasses and the little red ski jacket. Dude, back the fuck off, know when it's your turn to pounce on the lovelies. And, for the record, I don't like getting hit on by random strangers, kthxbai. But… um, yah, it happens a lot. I know there's a lot of single people in the world, but walking up to me and hitting on me doesn't make me like you. I'm complicated, and I'm not revealing what I do prefer, but just letting you know what I don't prefer.
I want Obama to win.
I had gravy for dinner twice this week and I'm pretty sure I'll be having gravy with dinner tonight. Pork gravy. I keep not practicing the white gravy, which is perhaps a mistake on my part.
Um, not to… remind you about a commercial "holiday" that just exists to generate revenue for merchants, but do you all have Valentine's Day plans? I have no plans on the actual day other than to flip off anyone who says "Happy Valentine's Day!" to me. I'm not bitter, I just like flipping people off. Besides, I have plans. Just not on the day.
Fab posted about me again because apparently I'm just that interesting. I think that one's really funny, actually. The post yesterday where everyone said they don't agree with me about the busload of cats? A well thought out post, but reading the comments was like watching someone stick a needle in me so I didn't.
I kinda wanna play hooky today, for no good reason. If I could find a theater near me that was playing There Will Be Blood I'd be out the door… Maybe I should just go see Cloverfield or Juno again. Or stay home and watch the 6th and final disc of "Freaks and Geeks" which will make me sad that it's over but happy that I watched it. I'm back up to the maximum number of vacation days again, but I'm going to Tennessee for a week in almost exactly a month, so that'll take care of that problem. When I say I'm maxed out on vacation days I'm not kidding. Maxed out means I have 42 of them, since I get 21 vacation days per year. (Or do I have 44 because I get 22 per year? Whatever.) I also get sick days and holidays. My employer is very generous.
PiC made me a pie with the Jell-O pudding I gave him from Dawg. I have yet to eat the pie because I am saving it for this weekend when I am willing to take on the project of this pie. It's a chocolate crust topped with pudding, a layer of crushed Oreos, another layer of pudding, homemade whipped cream, then topped with more crushed Oreos. Did I mention I got to pick it up chez PiC and do hallway game with Nigel then hold Too Legit to Quit while she stared at pretty colors on her mama's computer screen? I love going to their house. They're, like, normal and stuff.
My co-worker who was in Iraq has just informed me via IM that he is snowed in but getting a gold tooth at lunchtime today. He's not kidding. He's calling it his "pimp daddy" tooth. Can't wait to see that…
I received a billion CNN Breaking News alert emails overnight, one of which was an actual, legitimate one:
Called my mom to check if she was ok, but no answer. Left a message asking her to call or email, no return call or email yet. On a scale of 1 to 10 I have a tiny nagging worry in the back of my brain, but my mom told me to NOT FREAK OUT EVERY TIME THERE IS A HURRICANE when she lived in Florida so I'm pretty sure that advice carries over to tornadoes in Tennessee.
Update: Mom finally got my voicemail late this afternoon and left me a voicemail that she's fine.
I think my brain is now sufficiently dumped for today.
I think I'm supposed to choose one person to pass this onto, and it's supposed to be a person of the opposite gender? Hmm. Which boy do I choose. Whiiiiiich boy… *insert Jeopardy music here*
I choose no boy. Instead I choose my sisters, Bdogg and Sour. You girls deserve big mwahs for putting up with me.
You are my bestest friend on the entire planet. You are my sister. I cannot imagine my life without you. I don't remember my life before you. You are an amazing person. I miss you. I wish I could be there for you today, but I am there in spirit.
bleep.
me:
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.
