*clappy hands*

The dumpster left our driveway this morning! Yippy! That means today is the last day of the job on our house!!!!!!!@@!##!! I am so friggin happy I could kiss a leprechaun. Maybe. How about a bunny instead?

I'll post pics tonight of the black gutters.

UPDATE: Hay went home at lunchtime and EVERYthing is d-o-n-e, baby!!!!!!!!! Cart-WHEELS! I still promise to post photos later.

Easter leftovers

FYI, sugar cookies with frosting and candies (or rainbow sprinkles) are in my top five favorite cookies.

One more for the Easter Bunny road

We don't celebrate this holiday in our house, but please don't hold that against us. We did have a philosophical discussion about Jesus in the car on the way to Hay's parents' house yesterday, and did have ham yesterday. On the way home we even saw a congregation exiting their Easter service. We also have been eating a ton of Easter candy for several weeks now. But, by far my most favoritest part of my form of “worship” is staring endlessly at this photo:



Mmmmm, caaaaaandy. I just can't help myself, it's so fascinating to me. I want to eat them but they're too pretty to eat. Such a dilemma! Very much looking forward to seeing what other photos Deloris (Stacy's Detroit photo-taking buddy) takes for other holidays.

Ouchies

I totally stole that from Moxie (who clearly stole it from elsewhere). I can't stop laughing.

May you put the chocolate buns out of their misery very quickly. Joyeuses Pâques, Internets!!

Sunday Garden

Today's set is a bit larger because my in-laws had some interesting stuff. My favorite is actually a photo I took outside my work building of this spider dangling delicately upside-down from her dandelion* daffodil web.



Enjoy the full set here.


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I wrote dandelion the first time I published the post, and I love that word so much that I can't remove it. Daffodil is such a harsh word...

Clearing up my obsessions

You know why my reading list hasn't changed in forever? Because I watch too many movies. Currently awaiting my perusal via DVD: Walk the Line, The Corpse Bride, and Red Dwarf: Series 7, Disc 3.

Reading, photography, animals, nature, gardening, mowing, blogging, listening to music, travelling, cooking and/or eating incredible food, and watching TV in general are also my passions, but some of them take priority over others based on how I'm feeling in general. Today it is grey outside, like it has been here for seveal weeks, so movies are my addiction of choice. It'll change soon. Sitting on the porch reading was attempted on Friday evening but the parents next door visited and the mosquitos were trying to chew me to bits. I'll make another attempt on our next nice day.

Chop Chop!

Remember waaaaaaaaay back in January, 2005 when I was watching A&E's The Big Sell and got excited over “The Chopper”?



He has his own freakin' A show now! It's called King of Cars. It's like a half hour of behind-the-scenes salesman slimery, but trust me when I say that's not a bad thing. :)

Speaking of: avant et après

Lucy as a tiny puffball pup:




Lucy as today's foxy big girl:

An old friend, a new friend, and a few licky friends

My camera returned this evening. The UPS man was going to set it on the porch step but I happened to be walking out the door so he handed it to me. My camera is back to factory defaults, but also thoroughly cleaned -- NO MORE fuzzy linty thing on the lens. Thank the dogs, my best electronic friend is back with me and completely healed. :)

No more of this poo-buckety-ungoodness:



I did get to visit with Princess Kitty from across the road yesterday or today. I hope she still knows I care very much for her... I am keeping my fingers crossed for a visit soon.

Hay and I are off to visit the in-laws tomorrow. I hope to return with lots of puppy photos of Lucy and Emma the cutest (and lickiest) Pomeranians on the planet. ;) Oh, and a bit better of a Sunday Garden!

House

Our home is this close (fingers almost touching) to being complete of its work. The gutters are not on the house, the stair railing isn't finished, and the site is still in construction mode, but to us it looks beautiful.

Before:


Now:

A suggestion to all you furry kid parents, and some other stuff

If you wear black pants and a black shirt one of your kittos (or doggies or ferrets or buns or hamsters or or or) will go missing. I was not covered in fur at 7:50am. By 8:50am I was sobbing because Hay had finally located Georgie with a flashlight. He glimpsed her inside the boxspring of the guest bed after an hour of searching. The cats had ripped away the bottom lining at some point and Georgie crawled in and headed to the back, where she preferred not to be disturbed. I was just so happy to see her that I lied down on the floor. Ripley came up to me to see what was wrong and rubbed up against me, so ...yah. I didn't bother changing, so I'm the lady in furry black today. :)

When my kitties go missing here is my thought process: She got out. A dog ate her. A car hit her. She ran away and doesn't want to come home. She ran away and can't find her way home. The builder dude took her in spite. The builder dude killed her in spite. Somehow Hay knocked her out (by mistake) when putting together a load of laundry and she's unconscious and drowning in the washing machine. She broke her neck trying to jump somewhere and now her dead body is lying somewhere hidden in the house. She has vanished. She hates us. She has gone deaf. She is scared. I'm a bad mom. I'm an awful mom. I don't know what else to do, I don't know what else to do, I don't know what else to do. Oh, Hay is making a sound like he has found her, did he find her?!! No, he didn't. I'm a bad mom. *sob* *SOB* *SAHHHHHHHB* Why me? Where is she?! Georgie, please come out, I just want to see you. I promise we aren't putting you in the basement today to keep you safe while the builders come in and out of the house. I promise!!! Ripley, WHERE is your sister?! Allie, WHERE is Georgie?! Hay, WHERE IS SHE?!?!?!

I'm exhausted now. Do you know how awkwardly embarrassing it is to have to write to your supervisor that you'll be late to work because your furry kid has gone missing? Luckily she understands, but my other supervisor (over there *point point*, yes I have two) would not. He has no kids and no pets. I just hope Georgie understands that I love her and don't want her to be harmed. But, probably not.

In other news, the black pinstripe pants I just bought online because none of my pants fit anymore after I lost so much weight - yah, they're too big, too. I don't know why, but I didn't trust myself and ordered one size bigger than the size I knew I was when I tried on 20 pairs of pants in a fitting room a few weeks ago. These pants are actually two sizes too big. So, for the sake of argument, let's say I'm a 12 but I got a 14, and I guess these pants would have fit me in a size 10, but I'm not actually saying that's my size, because that would be admitting to all the 0's and 2's out there that I actually have curvy meat on my bones, and to anyone larger they might be bugged by the smallness, and I just want everyone to like me.

Okay, really, another busy day. I hope all is well with you all and that you're not affected by the rumor that Avril Lavigne is preggers even though she's supposed to be some sorta hard rocker chick who now is...a model. Whatever. Youth these days, getting so confused... I'm happy for her if she really is pregnant, as long as she takes care of herself while growing her kiddo.

I'm (oops, not) a little teapot

My co-worker wanted some hot tea with lemon after drinking his iced tea with lemon, so he tried to put hot water from the water cooler (irony, I know!) into his plastic cup and it puckered on him. He was annoyed, but I was in awe.

Drop dead, you piggy-backererer!

“Poppy, that wasn't nice!” Okay, okay, but don't you think that if the docs say they don't know what her chances are then she's probably not going to survive much longer?

Donor Heart Removed; Girl's Heart Improves

Apr 13, 10:45 AM (ET)

LONDON (AP) - A girl whose body began to reject a donor's heart has had it removed because her own heart is now strong enough to pump her blood on its own again, her doctor said Thursday.

Doctors transplanted a donor heart to "piggyback" on Hannah Clark's diseased organ a decade ago, said Dr. Victor Tsang, one of the 12-year-old's surgeons.

When she developed severe complications with her immune system recently, doctors at the Great Ormond Street Hospital decided to remove the donor heart so they could take her off the immune suppression drugs she needed to keep her body from rejecting it.

They had determined that her own heart had recovered sufficiently to work on its own, Tsang said.

"It is a very unique situation for a piggyback heart transplant to offer a window, a period of time, for the diseased heart to recover sufficiently to take over the circulation again 10 years later," he said.

Hannah had suffered from cardiomyopathy, a condition in which her heart was inflamed to much bigger than its original size. Tsang said she made a quick recovery and went home less than a week after the operation.

The hospital said she was doing well, but because her case was so unique doctors did not know what her long-term prognosis was.

The hospital said it believed her operation was the first of its kind in Britain.

The article comes from Excite News, who always has the best news of the weird. Thanks to my favorite boy Hay for passing me the article. :)

One more, because it's so freaking funny

Hay was telling me about this in bed last night and I could not stop laughing. And that's before I saw it, which I haven't, I'm giving it to you first:



Spock. cracks. me. up.

cookies

I'm eating cookies for lunch. Shhhh, don't tell anybody. It's what I have available. Yesterday's lunch was a Ben & Jerry's shake. On the walk downtown I encountered a lime green VW Beetle with M&M's melting in the back window. Poor guys...



Once at Ben & Jerry's I absolutely had to whip out my camera. (Or, rather, the camera which I am borrowing while mine's in the shop.) I asked the guy behind the counter if I could take photos inside the shop and he said as long as I didn't use them to complain to Corporate about something then knock myself out. So, I knocked myself out. It hurt a little!



Of course, to continue this gorgeous day of galavant I had to take flower and kitty pictures, so here we are:



I also obtained two more flowering plants yesterday, one which was given to me and one which I purchased, but I'll be saving those for another post.

Today truly is a crazy busy workday, so I bid you adieu and wish you a merry Wednesday. Au revoir, mes ami(e)s!

Okay, one more time: SAAAAAAAAAAARSGAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!

Mags and my favorite pirate are getting married. Cuz he knocked her up. Yay. :)

Thanks to Perez who could give a flying feck but led me to the official story from People.

That's my prerogative

I gots me a new MacBook, yo. You're jealous, right? Well, this thing is 24/7 stalking my ass because of the little camera* staring at me. I'm going to put a Post-it over that thinger lest it drive me absolutely paranoid crazy-case.

On a totally different tangent to what's important in the world today: For your space travelling enjoyment I present to you the G4tv Star Trek 2.0 commercial:



Commercials are becoming funner, aren't they? Yah. Funn-er.

HOLY SHIT**! My keyboard just lit up!!!!!@!@!@#$!!!! Okay, now I'm loving my new computer.



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*Here's why the camera is staring at me.
**(-ake mushrooms)

Nothing gets past me

Derailed - What a predictable crock 'o shit ending. I guessed in the first train scene what was going on. I guessed in the scene with Winston what the ending would be. I still resent the rape scene.

Rebecca and Jerry are engaged

I love these two, they're so adorable together.

Credit: The Celebrity Cafe

Only if

Do you feel like you know too much about me that you don't care about, but don't know the true essence of Poppy? Yah, me too. Anyway, here's some more junk about me, courtesy of The Idle Receptionist:

If you were to be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?
Play with myself, I guess.

If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?
Peer pressure to do very scary stuff.

If you had to name the most embarrassing moment of your life, when was it?
Getting my period for the first time while wearing baby blue pants. Wasn't a good scene.

If you had to name the most overrated actor in Hollywood, who would it be?
Rob Schneider. I wish he'd just stop trying.

If you had to name the one personality trait that you have tried the hardest to change in yourself, what would you say?
Being introverted.

If you could go back for one minute to the Garden of Eden and give Adam advice, what would you say?
“Have an apple, they're tasty.”

If you were to name the best “I told you so” you ever got to deliver, what was it?
These happen to me a lot, so I can't think of any in particular...

If you were Madonna, what would you do for your next publicity stunt?
Lick a frozen flagpole.

If you could have a lifetime 50 percent discount in any single store at your local mall, which store would it be in?
Starbucks or a music store. Ooh, or maybe a movie rental store! This is a tough one...

If you could have one more pet, what kind would you get, and what would you name it?
A little dog (current bid is for a Dachshund) named Chewy (as in Chewbacca, not as in tough to chew)

If you could have God perform one miracle today, what would you want it to be?
I hate to break it, but I don't believe in this. I don't want to go all philosophical, but my mind doesn't equate “miracles” to “g/God”. That said, I'd really like for Jules to stop being harassed by her client. He's way outer limits today.

If you could spend next New Year’s Eve doing anything, what would you do, and with whom?
Eat junk food and drink sparkling grape juice on the couch next to a sleeping Hay, an excited and slightly buzzed Stacy, a giggly and snuggly Bdogg, and a happy-because-she's-not-at-work Jules. :)

If you were to set your country’s immigration policy, what would it be?
All are welcome, as long as you clean up after yourselves and are productive members of society. That is, until we're bursting at the seams and then we'd like everyone new to kindly go elsewhere for a bit or figure out a way for us to inhabit other planets so we have more room.

If you were given the power to settle the issue of gays in the military, what policy would you set?
No more military. Everyone be happy. No war. No aggressive acts worthy of military action. I appreciate all that our military does for us, I just don't appreciate our aggressive/combative nature.

If you could have one person you have lost touch with call you up tonight and invite you to dinner, who would you want it to be?
My cousin, I guess.

If you could change one thing about your love life, what would it be?
More ice, please.

If you could have prevented one book from ever having been written, which book would it be?
I just wouldn't do that, it would change the entire course of history for all of us (chain reaction, ya know).

If you have to name the best music album ever recorded, which would you select?
Faith by George Michael


I ain't taggin', but you go ahead and If yourself silly.