I took a ton of pictures. I'm sure people thought I was a nutball.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Tush smoosh
The car next to us in the grocery store parking lot:
I took a ton of pictures. I'm sure people thought I was a nutball.
I took a ton of pictures. I'm sure people thought I was a nutball.
Epiphany
I make plans with people then cancel them at the last moment with the promise to reschedule. Sometimes I do reschedule and have that visit, other times I just leave that lingering promise in the air and hope no one notices that they didn't get that visit. The chances of me cancelling a get-together increase exponentially as each appointment to see people is added to the total. Clearly a manifestation of my introverted self. This week I had 4 appointments and so far have missed 3*. I intend to keep the 4th (tomorrow's day of fun with Mom and Niece), and one is rescheduled for November (you know which one), but I'm not sure I'm rescheduling the other two.
The most curious thing is that I would never miss an electronic appointment, but a tête à tête works me up so much that it's just really likely I won't go through with it.
*Yes, I know I was deathly ill for over a week, but I really didn't want to have those visits anyway, except for the one you know I'll go to in November if for no other reason than to avoid all of Jürgen Nation kickin' my ass. ;)
The most curious thing is that I would never miss an electronic appointment, but a tête à tête works me up so much that it's just really likely I won't go through with it.
*Yes, I know I was deathly ill for over a week, but I really didn't want to have those visits anyway, except for the one you know I'll go to in November if for no other reason than to avoid all of Jürgen Nation kickin' my ass. ;)
"...and they lived happily ever after."
The builder agreed to fix everything wrong with our house. I can't fucking believe it. Mr. Poppy has been so obsessed and worried sick with the house (with good reason) but when the builder's rep came out to the house he agreed to replace or repair every thing that was defective about our house when we bought it. We thought we were going to need to go to court, and I thought my husband was going to be violent for the first time in his life. I am so freakin' glad this is going well that I can't tell you how much better this vacation just got. W-oot.
Dirty Little postSecret
Anyone catch The All-American Rejects' video Dirty Little Secret? Totally inspired by PostSecret. No doubt.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Free skivvies
My friend just emailed me a link to free undies for ladies (; or men who wear ladies' clothing ;). I'm torn between chiffon bikini and chiffon boyshort... Can I have both?
I'm thinkin' the bikini looks more fun. Or, is that funner?
I'm thinkin' the bikini looks more fun. Or, is that funner?
My new secret crush
Well, obviously it's not much of a secret if I'm posting about it, but I just have to say that this boy is yummy:
I think Batman Begins is my favoritest of the batch. Sorry, Val - you've been replaced.
I think Batman Begins is my favoritest of the batch. Sorry, Val - you've been replaced.
Highlights postponed again.
I keep building it up then rescheduling. I promise it has nothing to do with me not wanting to have it done. When I rescheduled my hair appointment the first time (cuz I was ickin' out) I had forgotten that I have plans with Mom and Niece, which definitely take precedent over hair highlights. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre, etc. Let's just pretend I got the highlights instead!
That is damn sexy! (Let's hope my stylist does a slightly better job. :)
New highlight date: November 5.
That is damn sexy! (Let's hope my stylist does a slightly better job. :)
New highlight date: November 5.
Black and blue
Despite the fact that I have been sick since last Wednesday (and unexpectedly threw up my fancy dinner last night a few minutes after I reached home) we are having guests over for dinner. I planned to make black and blue burgers, but I'm wondering if perhaps they should be prepared by Hubby instead of me, and that I'll just have some rice instead. Not sure yet. Guess we'll see if lunch goes down okay.
Update: Yah....no. I haven't had lunch yet, Mr. P is making it now. (Yes, I know it's almost 4pm, whadda ya want?) I called to cancel for tonight and my friend said one of the twins learned how to stand up last night so spent the whole night standing while awake, and that a visit tonight probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway. So, maybe we'll watch Batman Begins while nuzzling on the couch in the dark? Je n'sais pas.
Update: Yah....no. I haven't had lunch yet, Mr. P is making it now. (Yes, I know it's almost 4pm, whadda ya want?) I called to cancel for tonight and my friend said one of the twins learned how to stand up last night so spent the whole night standing while awake, and that a visit tonight probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway. So, maybe we'll watch Batman Begins while nuzzling on the couch in the dark? Je n'sais pas.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
How about a story instead?
The other day Bdogg posted about her engagement and wedding rings, complete with a photo of the rings on her finger. I thought this was a neat idea, but when I went upstairs to attempt to gain access to my engagement ring I realized it was locked up and we have temporarily misplaced the key. Oh well. I'll have to use my words instead. :)
About 6 1/2 years ago my mother gave Mr. Poppy a ring that had belonged to my great grandmother. The ring was nothing special, the diamond perhaps a quarter carat. My mother explained that it was ours to use as we wished and that she was not trying to pressure us into anything. At that time Mr. P had not proposed to me, so I think this was my mom's indirect way of giving her blessing for him to ask me. The ring was placed in our safe (yes, we lived together "in sin" for those of you who believe in that sort of thing) and it stayed there for six months.
Then, one day we came home from work and Mr. Poppy went into our bedroom. He kneeled down on the floor and yelled for me to come in, that there was something wrong. I came in, expecting to see one of the cats sick or dead when Mr. Poppy pulled the ring box into view and simply asked if I would marry him. I looked at him stunned. I smiled in a "wait, is this really happening" way then proceeded to call him a little shit. At some point he flipped out enough to say, "could you just please answer the question?" and then I finally said yes. :)
We had the diamond reset into a new ring that actually fit my hand (I have nice stubby fingers, as Jenna has commented on in the past) then shopped for a wedding band. I chose a band that had seven tiny little diamonds to complement the small diamond in my engagement ring.
At that time I had a job doing software installation and troubleshooting as well as hardware repair and computer assembly at a corporate office. Every time I stuck my left hand into a computer I would snag my engagement ring and end up damaging it or tearing up my hand. After Mr. P and I were married I made the executive decision to only wear the wedding band to preserve my engagement ring and stop losing so much blood.
I'm really not that into wedding bejewelment, so the facts that my diamonds are all small, that my ring sits in a locked box, that my complementing band no longer has something to complement on a daily basis do not bother me. It's definitely much more important to have my best friend at my side. I'm such a sap. :)
About 6 1/2 years ago my mother gave Mr. Poppy a ring that had belonged to my great grandmother. The ring was nothing special, the diamond perhaps a quarter carat. My mother explained that it was ours to use as we wished and that she was not trying to pressure us into anything. At that time Mr. P had not proposed to me, so I think this was my mom's indirect way of giving her blessing for him to ask me. The ring was placed in our safe (yes, we lived together "in sin" for those of you who believe in that sort of thing) and it stayed there for six months.
Then, one day we came home from work and Mr. Poppy went into our bedroom. He kneeled down on the floor and yelled for me to come in, that there was something wrong. I came in, expecting to see one of the cats sick or dead when Mr. Poppy pulled the ring box into view and simply asked if I would marry him. I looked at him stunned. I smiled in a "wait, is this really happening" way then proceeded to call him a little shit. At some point he flipped out enough to say, "could you just please answer the question?" and then I finally said yes. :)
We had the diamond reset into a new ring that actually fit my hand (I have nice stubby fingers, as Jenna has commented on in the past) then shopped for a wedding band. I chose a band that had seven tiny little diamonds to complement the small diamond in my engagement ring.
At that time I had a job doing software installation and troubleshooting as well as hardware repair and computer assembly at a corporate office. Every time I stuck my left hand into a computer I would snag my engagement ring and end up damaging it or tearing up my hand. After Mr. P and I were married I made the executive decision to only wear the wedding band to preserve my engagement ring and stop losing so much blood.
I'm really not that into wedding bejewelment, so the facts that my diamonds are all small, that my ring sits in a locked box, that my complementing band no longer has something to complement on a daily basis do not bother me. It's definitely much more important to have my best friend at my side. I'm such a sap. :)
Miniworld!
Ever since I was a kid I would seek out miniworlds in nature. You know, you look at a patch of moss next to a puddle and you imagine it's a forest next to a lake. That kind of thing. Well, now I don't have to only go find some nature, I also can visit minimiam!
Food miniworlds! Yeeha! Thanks again, city. :)
Editor's note: minimiam is en français and is not very logically navigated unless you dare to click things that don't necessarily look clickable. Just click stuff (especially dots) and you'll find the cache of the miniworld gallery.
Food miniworlds! Yeeha! Thanks again, city. :)
Editor's note: minimiam is en français and is not very logically navigated unless you dare to click things that don't necessarily look clickable. Just click stuff (especially dots) and you'll find the cache of the miniworld gallery.
In much better news
Kim is in the early process of adopting this cutie patootey:
His name is Bush and he's a Shetland Sheepdog Sheltie,Corgi Mix. What an ironic name? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she gets this cute little munchkin. She deserves a new and happy pet experience.
His name is Bush and he's a Shetland Sheepdog Sheltie,Corgi Mix. What an ironic name? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she gets this cute little munchkin. She deserves a new and happy pet experience.
Reflections
Thank you, everyone, for your kind comments. I really need to thank the makers of Immodium. They do such a good job at stopping the ick. I don't know what magic is in those little chewable tablets, but all I know is that at 7:30 last night I was bawling my head off because I could not take the ick any more and then 3 hours later I was sound asleep in bed next to Mr. Poppy who had run out to the store to purchase said chewies. I ate 1/8 of a bagel (scraped off as much of the cream cheese as I could) and 5 bites of white rice (no butter or seasoning) yesterday. I have been rapidly losing weight lately because my body has finally remembered it's old thermostat, but being sick like I was is sooooo not the way to lose weight. It puts me into survival mode and makes my metabolism slow way down. Smart body.
Speaking of survival mode, how many of you are watching The Biggest Loser? I absolutely love that show. When I saw the footage of Matt eating a large plate of food in the middle of the night I felt his shame and I cried hard. It's horrible to allow food to control you. It's just a small setback though, Matt is doing an incredible job overall and I hope he realizes that. When you look at his before picture next to his current body he looks so healthy now. Matt, I know you're not reading my blog, but hang in there. Your teammates have your back. This isn't a game, this is your chance at a lifestyle change. Learn from your mistakes so that you can become a stronger person. And, I know one of you has already heard me say this ( ;) ) but do not allow one setback to give you the permission to give up on yourself. No one is perfect.
My parents are having a great time visiting despite my double sickness and Mr. Poppy's obsession with our house leaking. At least he has finally determined the problem, after we paid hundreds of dollars for someone to fix the rot that occurred at our front entry. The problem seems to be the extension to the threshold. If you don't have gutters or a roofed entry to your home and you do have a threshold extension you might want to take a peek under your entryway to see if your OSB (or plywood, or CDX, or whatever your home is made of) is rotting. Also, if you have a basement that isn't finished, try pulling away the insulation directly under your front door and see if any leaking is occurring. I am not interested in saying that the manufacturer is wrong and horrible and bad. I think this is just a life lesson and we happened to get a door casing with a threshold extension that allows water into our house.
These last few days have not been pleasant. So far this has been the worst vacation I've ever had, but in my typical way I am looking for the good or at least for the lesson I am supposed to take away. I really thought I could not survive one more minute of what I was experiencing - a cold and stomach "flu" at the same time and my husband absolutely obsessed and downright scary about the house problems - but I made it through. I understand that other people go through much harder things. I am very good at other types of bad situations, but when my husband is upset and I have no energy to give to help him I feel...helpless. Being the introvert that I am, I go into myself rather than asking for help. I have been so embarrassed by my inability to help my husband through his situation. It's definitely a test of a marriage, and a test that I feel I failed. I screamed at my husband for obsessing about the house, and became so hysterical that I left the house in the pouring rain while I was sick (yah, I'm smart). Rather than staying to help him through his difficult time I turned against him and scolded him for completely ignoring my parents, paying me no attention, not even taking care of himself while he was really just trying to fix the problems with our house. Rather than supporting him in his time of need I chose to tear him down. I see this was wrong in retrospect, and I'm really hoping I keep this lesson in mind for the future. I don't want a great thing to go to shit because when I don't know how to help someone I choose to bring them down even farther.
I have no high note to end on for this life chapter. I hope my bad experience can perhaps help someone else through a tough situation.
I'm reading all my books shown to the right. I'm loving Dog (thanks to Stacy for suggesting this odd duck book that intrigues me and somehow makes me excited about math again...?) and Indelible (thanks to Karin for being a crime writer instead of a criminal). Tonight is our maiden voyage out of the house to do something fun. We're having dinner at a new restaurant a few towns over. Mr. Poppy is making me rice for lunch so that my first meal in a few days isn't at a fancy restaurant where trouble could brew all over the beautiful marble floor. ;) Hope everyone is having a tolerable if not great day.
Speaking of survival mode, how many of you are watching The Biggest Loser? I absolutely love that show. When I saw the footage of Matt eating a large plate of food in the middle of the night I felt his shame and I cried hard. It's horrible to allow food to control you. It's just a small setback though, Matt is doing an incredible job overall and I hope he realizes that. When you look at his before picture next to his current body he looks so healthy now. Matt, I know you're not reading my blog, but hang in there. Your teammates have your back. This isn't a game, this is your chance at a lifestyle change. Learn from your mistakes so that you can become a stronger person. And, I know one of you has already heard me say this ( ;) ) but do not allow one setback to give you the permission to give up on yourself. No one is perfect.
My parents are having a great time visiting despite my double sickness and Mr. Poppy's obsession with our house leaking. At least he has finally determined the problem, after we paid hundreds of dollars for someone to fix the rot that occurred at our front entry. The problem seems to be the extension to the threshold. If you don't have gutters or a roofed entry to your home and you do have a threshold extension you might want to take a peek under your entryway to see if your OSB (or plywood, or CDX, or whatever your home is made of) is rotting. Also, if you have a basement that isn't finished, try pulling away the insulation directly under your front door and see if any leaking is occurring. I am not interested in saying that the manufacturer is wrong and horrible and bad. I think this is just a life lesson and we happened to get a door casing with a threshold extension that allows water into our house.
These last few days have not been pleasant. So far this has been the worst vacation I've ever had, but in my typical way I am looking for the good or at least for the lesson I am supposed to take away. I really thought I could not survive one more minute of what I was experiencing - a cold and stomach "flu" at the same time and my husband absolutely obsessed and downright scary about the house problems - but I made it through. I understand that other people go through much harder things. I am very good at other types of bad situations, but when my husband is upset and I have no energy to give to help him I feel...helpless. Being the introvert that I am, I go into myself rather than asking for help. I have been so embarrassed by my inability to help my husband through his situation. It's definitely a test of a marriage, and a test that I feel I failed. I screamed at my husband for obsessing about the house, and became so hysterical that I left the house in the pouring rain while I was sick (yah, I'm smart). Rather than staying to help him through his difficult time I turned against him and scolded him for completely ignoring my parents, paying me no attention, not even taking care of himself while he was really just trying to fix the problems with our house. Rather than supporting him in his time of need I chose to tear him down. I see this was wrong in retrospect, and I'm really hoping I keep this lesson in mind for the future. I don't want a great thing to go to shit because when I don't know how to help someone I choose to bring them down even farther.
I have no high note to end on for this life chapter. I hope my bad experience can perhaps help someone else through a tough situation.
I'm reading all my books shown to the right. I'm loving Dog (thanks to Stacy for suggesting this odd duck book that intrigues me and somehow makes me excited about math again...?) and Indelible (thanks to Karin for being a crime writer instead of a criminal). Tonight is our maiden voyage out of the house to do something fun. We're having dinner at a new restaurant a few towns over. Mr. Poppy is making me rice for lunch so that my first meal in a few days isn't at a fancy restaurant where trouble could brew all over the beautiful marble floor. ;) Hope everyone is having a tolerable if not great day.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
No highlights today
On top of my cold I have the stomach flu. Effin' A. *hurl*
Update: My appointment to get my hair highlighted has been rescheduled to Saturday. Fingers crossed.
Update: My appointment to get my hair highlighted has been rescheduled to Saturday. Fingers crossed.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Okay, could someone please explain?
Is Laguna Beach a reality show, or a pretend reality show/mockumentary? Like Real World, or like The Office? I don't get it. Why would there be music and all those camera angles if it was real? Or, is it a loosely scripted fake show like Curb Your Enthusiasm? I'm so confused.
My all-time favorite movie
Mask. Why? Among several reasons is that this poem (written by the real Rocky Dennis) makes me cry every time I see it, hear it, think about it, feel it:
Other parts of the movie that make me cry uncontrollably: When Dozer gives Rocky a puppy. When Dozer tells Rocky how proud he is. When Rocky learns that he has lost his girlfriend and that he will not be riding Harleys across Europe. When Rocky dies. Ahh, fuck again.
- These things are good:
ice cream and cake,
a ride on a harley,
seeing monkeys in the trees,
the rain on my tongue,
and the sun shining on my face.
These things are a drag:
dust in my hair,
holes in my shoes,
no money in my pocket,
and the sun, shining on my face.
Other parts of the movie that make me cry uncontrollably: When Dozer gives Rocky a puppy. When Dozer tells Rocky how proud he is. When Rocky learns that he has lost his girlfriend and that he will not be riding Harleys across Europe. When Rocky dies. Ahh, fuck again.
The answer to the riddle
Apparently just a cookie was not satisfying enough. Here's the answer:
Cruise ship swag, anyone? Okay, settle down. It's a timer/stopwatch with built-in pen light (which is a flashlight, but that's not its main purpose so I couldn't give MPL full credit). My parents just got back from a cruise. Yes, they have their Coca-Cola travel mug, too. I'd post a better photo, but Mom and timer are off gallivanting around town.
Cruise ship swag, anyone? Okay, settle down. It's a timer/stopwatch with built-in pen light (which is a flashlight, but that's not its main purpose so I couldn't give MPL full credit). My parents just got back from a cruise. Yes, they have their Coca-Cola travel mug, too. I'd post a better photo, but Mom and timer are off gallivanting around town.
Cookie
For Miss Penny Lane and Bearette, who together are just so close that at least a whole cookie is warranted.
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