I am having the time of my fucking life here.

And I miss home.

I am a creature of habit, conflicted by the joy of new experiences.

(There is no deep meaning here, it's my first time in 33 years of going to Disney. Among a couple other minor first time things that aren't inherently devious. Mel would be proud of me.)

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• Please note that this serves as your notice that I am not dead. I am, however, insanely busy.
  
• There seem to be new guests next door. I'm thrilled to know they are enjoying sports of some type very loudly. I will be kicking down their door at the stroke of midnight.
  
• Gosh, there are a lot of guys at a geek conference. And yet, magically, a woman sat next to me at lunch. A woman who didn't know me but we surmised we were at the same conference in Massachusetts in the winter. Weird. :)
  
• I am tiiiiiiiiiiiired from all this doing stuff. No time to myself, although my posse did just give me a two hour reprieve. (And, actually, one of my posse members is being very weird today. Granted, I just met him Sunday, but he's gone from nice to dickishly prickishly evasively assy in two days. Not that I care, but he seems to want us to care. I have no idea how to react to that so I am ignoring him.)
  
• Benihana's is yummy. Or, well, what I remember of it. Someone gave me sake. Don't worry, I chased it with a single beer after so I could sober up. (Shut it, that actually worked!)
  
• I think Disney is magical and that Test Track is perhaps my favorite Epcot ride. I have video of it. Not sure if I'll ever again in my life have time to myself to post it, though.
  
• A co-worker is at the conference with me, but his (and his wife's) plans and my (and my posse's) plans are never matching up. Sucks. Oh well. I see him plenty back in France.
  
• I still haven't checked my work email. What can I say? Disney is a magical place. It makes time disappear.
  
• I'm about to leave again for the night.
  
• I'm seeing Cirque du Soleil: La Nouba tomorrow night, but after I have dinner with Avi and Britt. :)
  
• I am pretty sure this conference is bogus, just an excuse to show up at random spots around the country and goof off.
  
• I really need to go.
  
• Bye. :)

Poppy is existential

On va douter; on n'a pas besoin de douter.

poke me with a stick

When I went to the cafe Manager Peggy asked me how I was doing. I pointed down to my coffee and simply stated, "need this" (as in, I am not a functioning human being yet and coffee will resolve that). She gave me a smile then told me my coffee was free. I heart Peggy. I promised to drink it and come back later to be nice to her, but she said I'm always nice to her so don't worry about it. Did I mention I heart Peggy?

When I arrived to my office someone had placed my partner in crime's baby shower card on my desk mid-circulation. As in, only half the people in the office had received the card before it was returned to me. Let's back up. I'm organizing the baby shower. I'm the one circulating the card. My name is nowhere listed in the circulation list except at the very bottom, and I give to you verbatim from the Excel file, where it says:

Return to Poppy's [upstairs] mailbox after everyone has checked off their names OR by Tuesday, October 16 (whichever comes first).

Am I not making myself clear? I then emailed the entire office to say:

Which ASSHAT can't follow directions and/or is passive-aggressive enough to UNLOCK MY DOOR AND STICK THE CARD ON MY DESK while HALF THE NAMES HAVE YET TO BE CHECKED OFF THE CIRC LIST?!

Well, in my head I did that, anyway... Still plenty of time left in the day!

the little things

There's a street on my way to work that has the following oddities:

1. It's where my former employer, head and namesake of an international apparel and housewares chain, lives. I hated that employer. She's a fucking nutcase.
   
2. It's the street where a man suspected and later convicted of sexually assaulting and murdering a local college student was found doing contracted work on someone's house.
   
3. It's the street with the intersection where Mom and I were in the very bad car accident because the German guy ran the stop sign.
   
4. It's the street where I had a semi-shouting match with a woman who tried to tell me how to park while I thought my dad was dying in the hospital.

It's also the street where my brother, who I love very much and think is awesome and miss a lot and never see, works. This completely makes up for all the other things.

I am listening to Charlie Parker's Okiedoke. :) What better way to spend a Sunday?

An office spoiler party confessional grinning extravaganza because I like long titles, keep it comin', hi.

Michael hit Meredith with his car, which I almost did to someone who came out of nowhere yesterday. Luckily I didn't actually hit her.

I'm only part way into the episode because I'M WATCHING IT ONLINE AT NBC.COM, WOOT FOR THEM CHANGING TO FULL EPISODES!!!, but I'm entirely convinced Kevin's right about Jam. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D (did I mention :D ?)

Oh, and Dwight totally killed Angela's cat. Honestly, it was a mercy killing. I'm not yet sure if we learn how he did it, but ... I'm just thinking of quality of life and how hard it was to keep my girl going when she was that sick. It sucks bags of gooey pus. (Yum! Hope you weren't eating!)

Update: ZOMG JAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have to be a good pessimist first in order to be a good optimist.

Yah, I just made that up.

Feedback about the house showings: "We really like the house, but..."

The "buts" are things out of our control. One family needs to sell their house first, and it's in the same town as ours where the market is the roughest in the county. The other family thought our house wasn't private enough. For those of you who have seen the property from an aerial view (stalkers!) you can see that we're really not next to much of anything, so what I surmise is that they didn't like that there was no fence, or that the house isn't surrounded by trees, or that the house is too close to the dead end road off a dead end road. *shrug*

I am hopeful. :) In Poppy fashion. For this one day I shall claim the title of fashionista.

Ok, seriously... je ne suis pas amusée!!!!!!

So, say you're me. And you know it's supposed to rain today because you bothered to check the weather. And you check the radar to see if any rain is in the forecast for soon. And you see there isn't any. So you walk over to the next building to check your mail because you're kinda sorta hoping maybe someone sent you something. And you get there and it's not there. No big deal, maybe another day, (nervous laugh because maybe they forgot). And then you're walking back. And the skies are clear. But some asshat jerkface dickwad is playing with the sprinkler system. And just as you're walking by he intentionally increases the pressure of the spray. And you get all wet. And you get all grumpy. And for a moment your day is super shitty.

That's me right now.

I am sure you are sick of me, but Shirley you're not sick of cereal.*

So, this cold is kicking my ass for one final day. I woke up to my throat and head going, "don't you even think about going to work today!!" so I didn't. I fed the kitties, emailed work that I would not be showing up, took some Theraflu DAYTIME, and fell back to sleep for 3 hours. Ahhhhhh... much better. I know this is the last day because my voice is now officially messed up.

Now, if you will excuse me, CEREAL WEDNESDAY SEASON 2 IS HERE AND I NEED TO WATCH IT!!!!!!!!! so, shh:





*I say lame things when I'm sick.

zomg nose! zomg noes!

Seriously! How can there be any more snot up in there?!?!


And in celebrity news, Jessica Biel will be the next Wonder Woman. That role? That role belongs to Charisma Carpenter. Or Kate Beckinsale. NOT JT'S SLAMPIECE, YO!

Sigh.

Who picks these people?!?!?!?!?

little tiny bits

I am reeeeeeeally super excited, but I can't tell you why yet. (anyone who knows: SHHHHHHH. AND NO GUESSING. just be happy I have something to tell you.)

The house is on the market and has been shown once already, will be shown again tomorrow.

A lot of people in my department have the same cold as I have. We all apparently licked the same door handle.

I'm sort of over my cold, but I won't believe it until I stop sneezing. *sneeze* Dammit!

Britt posted a realllllly super nice post about Avi today. If you want to know the real Adam please read that post. (Today is <3 a Britt day!)


Ok, that's all I have to say for now. Bye. :)

My Dionne Warwick psychic friends prediction: Today might not be so good.


Heeeeeeey, back off there, buddy. I could be wrong! Maybe your day will be great! :) But, ... yah, probably not.

Poppy's official breaking news

I have a cold. I'm about to drag my ass to get some cold medicine and orange juice and tea before hunkering down to read bedtime stories. Please, no visitors. I heal faster if I am unfettered.

beans get spilled sometimes, it's just life

Cheldear asks:

You okay? Worried about ya... You haven't blogged in a couple of days....

Here's the short story, although not the full story (duh, it's short): Hay and I are selling our house. It goes on the market tomorrow. We've spent all week (and really he has spent much longer) preparing it for sale. Last night we completed staging of the upstairs and tonight we completed staging of the downstairs. Our realtor takes photos for an online 360 tour (you can spin around the home!) tomorrow.

Couple this with the fact that work has continued to be busy and you have an absent Poppy.

So, yah, hi to you all! Sorry I dine and ditch. It's not lack of love, it's lack of time.

Life lesson #1,674,342

If I clean my home once a week rather than semi-annually it is much easier to maintain. Hmm. Who woulda thunk?

Course, now there's catnip all over the living room floor which got there 3 seconds after I swept.

Life getting away from me...

I had every intention of posting earlier in the day, but the day just slipped out from under my fingers.

I didn't feel well this morning so I stayed home and basically did absolutely nothing productive outside the e-world aside from feed the girls and do laundry. Very exciting! And it's suddenly past time to feed the girls again so I'm gonna go do that. Since I have nothing interesting to post about me, allow me to post something interesting about someone else:

Putin dissolves government

MOSCOW - President Vladimir Putin on Wednesday replaced his long-serving prime minister with an obscure Cabinet official — a surprise move that could put him in the running to succeed Putin in next year’s presidential election.

The nomination of Viktor Zubkov, who currently oversees the government’s fight against money laundering, appeared to have caught much of the Russian political elite off-guard.

Putin had been expected to announce in December whom he would back to run for president next year — and Russia’s two first deputy prime ministers — former Defense Minister Sergei Ivanov and gas giant Gazprom board chairman Dmitry Medvedev — were widely considered to be the leading contenders. (rest of story)

Raise your hand if Russia (ok, the USSR) scared the absolute shit out of you as a kid. *hand raised*

Pearl Jam is, too

This day has been weird.

I guess that's all I'll say about that. ;)

Do I have "flirt with me" tattooed on my forehead or something?

Seriously, boys ... settle it down.