Poppy Cedes

Twitter is perfect today.

Love you more than words can say, baby girl.

I got iLife ’09 this weekend, but haven’t had a chance to install it. If I did I’d be recording a video and you’d be watching it. Instead you get a recap with words! You like those better anyway. Moving Picture Poppy isn’t as exciting as Pretends to be Literate Poppy. I’m aware.

So, yah, about the weekend… I wouldn’t call this a recap because (see disclaimer at the end), but I will be filling in some blanks to decrypt part of what I said before.

Friday night I went with Dawg to The Steff and Donkey’s wedding rehearsal and the dinner that followed it. I’d say the rehearsal went off without a hitch, and dinner was mostly ok.

The next day I got Dawg to Donkey’s house for 1:30pm so he could go with the guys in the limo in their monkey suits. I then rushed home, got dressed, and rushed back out to the church. When I got there I gave Donkey a kiss on the cheek and a “good luck” in his ear then sat with the only person I knew who wasn’t in that damn honking huge wedding party who was there at the moment: KC. I tried my best to take photos during the ceremony but I was too far back and the lighting was bad for that camera (shrug) so I took video of the event instead. Got Steff walking down the aisle, got Donkey and Steff saying their vows, got them kissing and walking away as husband and wife. On the way out the door we got bubbles!

After the nuptials Dawg went in the limo to the reception hall and I went home to eat ice cream and chill until it was actually time to be there for the por-tee then drove out to a castle in the middle of Long Island. When I got there I switched into my impossibly crazy-high almost stiletto boots and walked in the door. There were many highlights to that evening, but I have to vote hands down for the slow dances with Dawg. The world around me did not exist while we danced in small, slow circles. I would look into his eyes and feel such intense feelings for him that I would eventually have to look down and put my forehead against his with my eyes closed. If I’m ever in doubt of his love for me I think all he has to do is ask me to dance…

Yes, yes, YES, Poppy, get ON with it.

Spectacular food, great company, very good fountain soda Coke, piss-poor bathroom arrangements (bwahaha! anyway, who puts bathrooms UPstairs from the main ballroom [inside of which is the bar {at which people get dRunK}], where the stairs are made out of marble and are very slippery?!), a sufficient amount of drama, and the very best wedding favor I have received in my entire life:

That’s the “if I can’t have you NO ONE CAN!” murder knife for LOVErs. Or a cheese knife, whichever you prefer to think it as.

The next day I woke up before the alarm and cleaned the bathroom, put the laundry together, took a shower, then we went out to run errands and had a little breakfast at Georgia Diner before heading to the cemetery with Dawg’s mom, dad, and brother and Pudding, Pudding’s Other Half, and The Wolves. We did our thing for Baby Boy, gave each other hugs, said goodbye to Dawg’s brother who had to head home, then the rest of us headed to our next destination.

Can’t have 10 people get together but have no food, so we all went to The Sizzler. I don’t even have any idea what it’s like for the rest of the world when we all walk through a door. I can only imagine it’s a combination of annoyance plus pure amusement. We’re so loud and in the way and indecisive and jovial but keep-the-fuck-outta-our-bidniss. I just love being part of that group. And at dinner Pudding invited both me and Dawg’s mom to a sex party on March 22. If I bring a friend I get a free gift! Sooooo, Rachel and Robin, I am officially inviting you. Wanna go to Jersey for a “slumber party”? As Pudding’s Other Half put it, we’ll all be dressed in sexy lingerie, having a pillow fight. Should be HAWT. Oh, and the woman brings three gigantic suitcases with her so you most likely get to take your purchases home with you the same day.

After lunch-dinner it was home again. I put down a package I had foolishly opened earlier and the first thing Georgie did was stick her nose in it and yank a cat nip mousie that Aunt Frankie gave her (and the other girls, *ahem*) for being such good NYC kitties. Here’s Georgie playing with her mousie:

A catnap then BSG and Dollhouse while snuggling on the couch rounded out the weekend.

And now it’s Monday and today is show 3 of Lick. Slam. Suck. Please listen live at 8pm Eastern as we discuss something we hadn’t actually previously planned to discuss but are now due to some concern from the TequilaCon crowd: Lodging!

Disclaimer: This represents about 37.5% of the weekend’s notable moments. The rest of the notable moments are in the vault where they are to remain. Anything not mentioned in this post was intentionally omitted. Thank you for your cooperation and have a nice day. Doesn’t mean other people can’t tell The Rest of the Story.

Let’s see. The train was really busy so it was hard to read my Triangles book for some parts of the trip. And then when we got to the transfer station it was really crowded and I watched somebody get arrested and then I went down the escalator and caught a train just as it was about to close its doors! … Yup, that was the train.

I got boots for The Steff and Donkey’s wedding this Saturday. Black boots. Black heel boots. Black knee-high heel boots. (Yah. :) I haven’t opened the box yet. Georgie keeps trying to get in there. I wonder if she wants to play dress-up with them… hmm.

Ripley did a bad thing Wednesday morning and Dawg warned me when I called on the way home that he and Ripley were not on speaking terms. When I got home Ripley was in a timeout location that we didn’t create for her, she just started using it and then she didn’t leave that spot all night. I picked her up a few times and Dawg held her for a minute to say the punishment was off, but she just kept hanging out in the timeout spot. And then I went to sit down to write this blog post, stood up, looked down, and there was Ripley giving me the love eyes, hanging out on her back with her belly exposed. Yaaaaaay. :) And now? She’s snoozing with her head propped up on a stack of papers on my desk, staying warm by the computer. *zzzzzzzzzzzz*

*In case you missed my habit of leaking Top Chef info, you’re in luck! SPOILER: That’s what Fabio says after he breaks his finger and they ask him if he wants to go to the hospital DURING the elimination challenge. Hardcore, sir, hardcore.

Naps make pretty much everything better.

So go take one.

I told Dawg last night I had nothing to write today. He assured me I would come up with something…

I did have a dream about Georgie swallowing Bridget Marquardt‘s cell phone, causing me and Dawg to need to rush her to the animal hospital a few blocks away, but that’s because we just watched “The Girls Next Door” last night where Bridget locks her cell phone in a jewel-encrusted pink and black Playboy purse and can’t get the purse back open, ZOMG~!~!!!~!!!!! Oh, those crazy girls.

I guess that’s your pie.

And now, Hello Kitty:

Later.

Have a phone interview for a job on Tuesday but for now… it’s all about EZA’s birfdy and letting the girls know about their new home. But, while I’m on the road and otherwise engaged please watch classic videos of the kittos.

Allie:

Ripley:

Georgie-girl:

Four years ago today a little boy cat named Eddie proved that she was really a little girl cat named Edey when she gave birth to four kittens, including my most favorite grey kitty in the entire world, Georgie-girl.

Happy fourth birthday, baby girl. I love you to little tiny pieces. See you in a few days for proper snuggles and celebration. :kitteh:

That’s what’s on Dawg‘s desk. How do I know? Because I’m sitting at it, typing to you. And when I look over to my left I see a shitload of my stuff that I brought down here so that I can live here temporarily while we look for a place of our own.

As expected, leaving the cats wrecked me. I can’t think about it for too long without bursting into tears. I left my kids at home. I left them in capable hands, but they’re not Dawg’s and my hands, which is where I want them to be. Incentive to hurry the hell up and find a place to live.

Also, saying goodbye to EZA and LLA was painful, but… it really hurt much worse when Break Boy and HLW said goodbye to me. Break Boy and I have years 6-8 then years 18-34 together. HLW and I have my years 14-34 (her years 15-35) together. These are lifelong friends. And I just left them. And now my eyes are all wet. No wonder I have such a splitting headache.

I totally forgot to say goodbye to PiC yesterday. I feel bad about that, after all he did for me to send me off right. But… what would we have done? Given an uncomfortable “see ya” hug? When I crossed into Connecticut this morning, my first time ever being there, I was reminded again by his birthplace that I forgot to say goodbye to him. Sorry… I’ll make it up to you in the future by babysitting Too Legit and Nigel because, um, I’m just in the next state over, it’s really not that far. Just gimme 7+ hours notice, kthxBAI. (Peee Essss – Thanks for not letting anyone sing at me.)

I just had Chinese food with Dawg’s parents. They love me. Life is very good.

Life will be made better when Dawg gets home from work tonight and slips into (hee, our… ok, ok, HIS bed but I get to sleep there EVERY NIGHT NOW, wheeeeee!) bed next to me, and of course a little later on when the girls can join us in that bed in our new home together, but I’m hardly complaining. Everything feels amazingly right, as I never doubted it would.

blah blah blah and now suddenly the kitties and I are at Break Boy’s and HLW’s house! Yay! There are a few things left at the apartment that Break Boy is helping me move tonight. Tomorrow I’ll go back by myself to make sure it’s clean there and then I’m all done living in the house of crazy.

The girls are secluded in a very large room of the house, tucked behind an office, so the square footage total is (um, I’m bad at this) perhaps 200 square feet? I dunno, huge enough for 3 cats to roam. Ripley keeps jumping out into the hallway, wandering into the bathroom, then running back into the office/guest room when she realizes the house is A LOT bigger outside the door.

Allie and Georgie are randomly making appearances from unknown hiding spots. They are overwhelmed, but they’re excited to have new things to smell and play in and topple over.

Break Boy has informed me that we are going to watch So You Think You Can Dance? tonight, which will be the first time I’ve seen the show on actual television for this entire season.

I seriously should have moved in about a month ago, it’s great there!