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That was, hands down, one of the best weekends ever.

Thursday night Dawg and I went to Five Guys to have our favoritest burgers on the planet and they did not disappoint. Then we went to his parents’ house to pick up some packages and hang out with the kitties.

C3+O2 Triple Chocolate Cake

Kit Kat wants food!

CoCo! SoCo hiding in the closet

We eventually got sleepy enough that we came home and zonked out until the next morning.

Bright and early wake-up for no apparent reason, then off to Dawg’s parents’ place to pick up Dawg’s truck so he could get it inspected. After dropping off the truck we headed to E*SPARKS for pastries and iced caffeine, then home and hung out waiting for the new TV!!!!!!!!

Super tasty chocolate croissant Brownie!

Dawg mounting the TV with a large sword...


It arrived without a hitch, and the bonus is that I found my new camera (just in time!) under the couch which had been missing since May 17! Dawg took care of setting up the TV then I took care of making sure it was programmed while he took a few minutes to cool off in the bedroom. After he recovered we took off to go pick up the truck minutes before the station closed. $573 to get her inspected, but there is a very short list of items Dawg loves more than that truck so we do anything for her. :) We returned to Dawg’s parents’ home, opened a package from Adam and Britt, and TXTed them our excitement over said package even though it was not for me (hehehehe).

"WWE ENCYCLOPEDIA, BITCHES!"

Then we all piled into Hollywood’s car to head off to an Argentine steakhouse in Forest Hills that serves absolutely amazing steak.

Dawg's skirt steak Fried provolone with prosciutto and tomates

Bread and Sangria! Poppy's porterhouse steak

After we went back to the house where we all had Fudgie the Whale cake and talked about wrestling and The Real World. After this we went home and watched some more of our new TV then had some very deserved hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! time and fell asleep until morning.

Saturday we stayed home to watch the 2009 Nathan’s Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest (Joey Chestnut won by a landslide) then decided to go to Jackson Hole for lunch.

Jackson Hole leftovers

OMG the burgers there are AMAZING. Five Guys, run for your money right there! The burgers are 7 oz and are a perfectly wonderful texture inside with a wonderful caramelized top and bottom. I’m drooling just thinking about it. And there was so much that I cut my burger in half before starting to eat it so I still have the leftovers! We then headed to Best Buy to look for an HDMI cable to hook up to the TV, at which point we realized we need an HD cable box, so decided to hold off with that, then went to Target and did a little bit of shopping. We got Street Fighter: The Lengend of Chun-Li, the John Cena movie 12 Rounds, an extension cord for diverting the power for our computers so we could put an air conditioner in the living room window, and some light daughter-hates-tyrranical-father-memoir subway reading: House Rules by Rachel Sontag. After Target we went to 7-11 to pick up hot dogs for our own hot dog eating contest!!!1

The finished product The 2009 PoppyDawg hot dog eating championship Poppy wins the hot dog eating contest!

(I won, but only because Dawg took a pause to eat some sweet Gherkins before finishing off the last third of his fourth dog) then went home to stay in for the evening and watch fireworks out our living room window (ILLEGAL ones only a block away from the police precinct :) and the Macy’s fireworks our new TV.

Fireworks out the window Macy's fireworks on the new TV

After fireworks we made our own fireworks/hot dog eating contest in the bedroom and fell into a deep slumber.

Sunday we bit the bullet. We got fortification at E*SPARKS then went to the Super Stop & Shop to do a full shopping, our first since The Incident. I suggested a new game plan: I take the cart and I do the shopping while Dawg drinks coffee and wanders the store on his own to pick up whatever items he wanted. WOW, that worked out way better. He went to the deli and ordered all he wanted from there while I worked off the list I made, with the cart at hand. We would occasionally run into each other and flirt and kiss and say those lovey words, then go our separate ways so I could continue working on the list while he waited for his 31-minute-long deli order. (It was a lot of stuff.) We did check out together since we had $338 of groceries to bag and cart, so much that the cashier asked us if we were having a party but Dawg just explained we only go full shopping once every 2 months. On our way out the door she said, “see you in two months!” That made me giggle. :) We came out of the store still in love, still in like, and still speaking to each other. Amazing what a change in strategy does!

The receipt

And then we went to 7-11 so Dawg could pick up our winning Mega Millions ticket and we got a parking spot directly in front of the apartment building so we could bring up alllllll the groceries in two trips (only had to clean out one garbage bag full of old food to make room for the new, heh). After that it was tennis time — caught the end of Federer kicking Roddick’s slimey ass after 4 hours 17 minutes, and Serena redeeming a doubles title for Venus after stealing the women’s title from her ;) — and then we watched movies. Or, I assume we did. I wrote this part before we got to that part.

Full set of weekend photos are here. I highly recommend that you take the time to look, especially if you’re a Dawg fan or a Poppy fan. :D

And since this is what many of you have been waiting for, here’s The Trick Candles / Fudgie gets whacked / The guy we all think is so damn great celebrates a day he says he hates but seems to tolerate very well if we make it extra special:

(Mom, there’s your real ice cream and cake. ;)

morning converswation

The Scene: Dawg and I are in the kitchen talking. Ripley is draped on me with her back feet in my hands purring away.

Poppy: You’re awesome.
Dawg: I’m not awesome. I’m okay. You’re awesome.
Poppy: No, you’re awesome!
Ripley swats Dawg in the face with her tail.
Dawg raises an eyebrow, we both laugh.
Poppy: Ripley’s an extension of me. Try that again.
Dawg: You’re awesome, I’m just okay.
Nothing happens.
Poppy issues the executive order to Ripley through her mind.
Ripley swats Dawg in the face with her tail.
Poppy: See? *smile*
Dawg: You’re right.
Poppy: It just got all Twilight Zone in here.
Dawg: Yes it did…

Yes, I am aware that I am beautiful.

Sam has sung

Before Dawg and I moved in together I lived in a garage apartment with the kitties and no television. I used my work computer to watch Hulu, YouTube, and DVDs. Dawg and I would daydream about buying a TV when we lived together.

I moved to NYC with no TVs of my own and was graciously permitted to view the TV that sat in the entertainment center in the basement of Dawg’s parents’ home. We continued to daydream about buying a TV when we lived together.

A month later when Dawg and I moved into Fort Fourth Floor he didn’t own a TV either so we permanently borrowed the one that happened to reside in the basement of his parents’ home, at which time I finally noticed that the colors bled green in the upper left corner and if the set was left on for any length of time it would whine at a pitch that drove me slightly insane until several months later when I had finally deafened myself to it by listening to my iPod Touch too loudly too many times on the train. (ahhhhhhhhhh) We, surprisingly didn’t daydream about buying a TV now that we lived together… because there were other things to spend our money on.

And then it became ten months later and a momentous occasion to come: Dawg and Poppy’s birthday month approaches. We each schemed on our own what we would do for each other for our birthdays. Dawg quietly pondered and decided upon his gifts for me without need for discussion, but I spent many hours trying to debate with myself the merits of gifting him one of two items, both of which would require his input:

1. A no-longer-Windows-74 computer
. WIN in my eyes: this gift would only be for Dawg
. FAIL: he hates his birthday
. FAIL: Vista sucks
. futureWIN: but Windows 7 is coming!
. FAIL: but he has a lot of “custom software” that would be hard to move to the new machine
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

…or

2. a television for us
. WIN: a present for both of us!
. WIN: we both get what we want!
. WIN: we both get to choose the features!
. WIN: we finally get that thing we’d daydreamed about together for so long!
. WIN: Dawg gets to stay home and supervise its arrival while men paid an hourly wage lug the damn thing up the stairs!
. WIN: dude, it’s a fucking TV, do I need to keep explaining its merits to you? C’MON!

Sooooooooooo, today after work I broke down and told him about My Debate with Myself and we decided together on the TV! On sale! From Best Buy! Delivered on Dawg’s birthday! Because his is first! But I’m not telling you when! But we all have one so you know it’s within a year’s time!

Samsung - 40" Class / 1080p / 60Hz / LCD HDTV

Yipppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

We both still have other tricks up our sleeves for each other’s birthdays but we are keeping those secret. :grins:

into him

So, Kristen put this up on her Facebook page and I was amused by the idea of trying to do this for my man, even though I know I won’t get it all right, but that’s half the fun, so here goes…

Sexy BB 1. He’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
The History Channel or CNN.
2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Salad? Yah, ok.
3. What’s one food he doesn’t like?
Asparagus.

4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?
Black and tan when he’s a good boy. Jack and Coke when he’s feeling a bit self destructive. (He’s never had one in front of me.) And to eat: Depends on the place.

5. Where did he go to high school?
The High School of Hard Knocks.

6. What size shoe does he wear?
11?

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
He collects stuff. My favorite of his collections is Star Wars.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?!
I’m gonna say it depends on the place.

9. What would this person eat every day if he could?
Bacon, bacon, BACON.

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Rice Chex.

11. What would he never wear?
I honestly think he’d wear anything… just maybe not outside the apartment. :grins:

12. What is his favorite sports team?
The New York Yankees.

13. Who did he vote for?
The right person for the job.

14. Who is his best friend?
:smiles: It depends when you ask him but my favorite is when he looks me in the eyes and says “you’re my best friend.”

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
When I am upset about something it’s clear I’m upset but I don’t necessarily speak out my mouth what’s on my mind. Drives him nuts.

16. What is his heritage?
German… with a bit of English by consumption. :grins:

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
Black Forest.

18. Did he play sports in high school?
Uhhhh… if beating people up counts as a sport, then maybe.

19. What could he spend hours doing?
Sleeping. Reading blogs. Watching UFO Hunters and/or movies. Sitting silently. Hugging me. Repeat.

20. What is one unique talent he has?
The first talent that came to mind is severely dirty and I would feel so bad for my brother if I wrote it down so instead I’ll say: He is a wealth of knowledge on many subjects. It’s pretty fucking cool…

tequila, Triangles, and tummies

tc-37160-mainicon I know, I know. It’s like Dawg and I have that similar personality trait of reveling in the fluffy goodness of being the best kept secret on the internets. So, that’s probably why a lot of people didn’t know we hosted a radio show devoted to TequilaCon 2009 last night. But the great thing about TalkShoe is that it archives our show for us! AND! You can subscribe in iTunes!!!

Infected I am now reading Infected as my subway reading. It’s all about the Triangles. You should read it and be freaked the fuck out. So far, so good! Basically, a foreign life form is burrowing itself into your stem cells and turning you into a paranoid murderer. You’re still in there somewhere, but… yah, you’re not in control.

Last, but not least:

Ripley belly

Celebrate good times for an entire week! Or, ya know, every day like we already do.

So, January 14 is our first anniversary of the day I told the man I love with all my heart that I really had a very large crush on him… and after much freaking out behind the scenes he then admitted he felt the same. (Technically I told him how I felt on January 13, but this wouldn’t be much of a story if he didn’t feel the same, would it?)

Except January 19 is the anniversary of our first in-person day together after deciding to be together as boyfriend and girlfriend, the “seal the deal” date. Because Denny’s and Cloverfield are total deal sealers. :winks:

So, instead of fighting over which is more important to us, we have an anniversary week rather than an anniversary date.

Wednesday we went to Santa Fe steakhouse in Forest Hills and had amazing nachos, pretty tasty dinner (at least on my plate), and spectacularly awesome conversation.

Not exactly sure what we’re doing today through Monday, but I enjoy every single day I get to have with Dawg, so I know I’ll enjoy those days too no matter what they may bring.

(Happy anniversary, baby! :hug: :love: :pinkpuffyheart: -8 )

This is the before picture

To my Vermont peeps: See you January 24 weekend, ok?

And to all the people who wondered why I know what cockatiels smell like: Because my mom and stepdad had furry cockatiel kids that I treated like my siblings, so I used to shove my nose into their fur and they’d groom me with their beaks. Isn’t that how everyone grows up? (No? oh.)

fox says it's bedtime How does my GMail tell me when it’s bedtime? Well, I have my time correctly set in my account and I’m using the Tea House theme which changes to nighttime when it’s my nighttime.

Today is Faiqa‘s birthday! Happy birthday, beautiful lady!

And today… TequilaCon 2009′s location is announced! w00t!

I like tequila. It makes me amorous.

Update:TequilaCon will be in Santa Fe, New Mexico on April 25, 2009. For reals, yo. (No, you don’t need a passport to go there if you live in the United States, duh.)

Look! A video!

I love them.

And now I’m off for the weekend to be hot-stoned. Hopefully my posts after this weekend will be more inspiring. Not that Faiqa isn’t 20000% inspiring.

Later, pontificators!

I made the list!

I was placed on a list last year:

2007 The List 2007 Most Entertaining Blogger

I was honored. And that was from before we were together! Such the charming one. :love:

I was placed on a different list this year:

2008 The List The List 2008

I am equally as honored, even more so since he sees me every single day and could think I’m pretty spectacularly boring by now, but… nope! That man dorks me out every day. (Please, no dirty thoughts here.)

In other news, my Facebook status says it all: Stef doesn’t know what to say. (That sounds more dramatic than I mean it.)
This means: EOF
For the non-geeks, that means: end of file.
For those who translate geek to speak that means: this post is over.

A demain, mes petits choux! :smiles: