It's All About Me
When I was 7 years old, I got my very first Cookie Puss for a birthday cake. For 8 consecutive years, my birthday always consisted of a homemade card from my mom with her god awful (but sweet and sentimental) poetry and a Cookie Puss ice cream cake. In 1990, for my sixteenth birthday, I didn’t get a Cookie Puss cake.
I didn’t get a Cookie Puss cake that year because my grandmother was a floor below us, dying of cancer. Her birthday is July 2nd, whereas mine is July 3rd so they basically went hand in hand. That year, my entire extended family was there… and for whatever reason I got a cake with lemon filling. In hindsight, it was a good thing since Cookie Puss only feeds 8-10… and there were at least 20 people there. My grandmother passed on that August.
The following year, 1991, I didn’t get a Cookie Puss either because the local Carvel supposedly didn’t have any. There were 4 of us for that occasion… because since my grandmother was no longer alive there would be no trips by my extended family, no Cookie Puss, and really I found no reason to celebrate. That year was the year I decided I truly hated my birthday. Little did I know the psychological scarring that not getting a Cookie Puss would have.
This year, my mom got me a Cookie Puss. The first one I’ve had in 19 years… and it was good. I 
my mom.
But I still hate my birthday.
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So, if you followed me on Twitter, then you would think I have finally lost it.
You would think I have gone quackers.
In reality, what happened was I got this guy in the mail from Poppy:
Needless to say… after I sent that tweet… I ended up asleep with Squishy Duck.
Which is why there isn’t a photo of me with Squishy Duck… because its hard to take a photo of yourself with something when you are sleeping.
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The problem with nicotine patches is that they need a dry surface to stick on. Unfortunately I sweat like a pig.
I do however like the fact that waking up I can actually breathe… so I’m resetting to quit again on Monday.
Eh, shit happens.
It was a pretty interesting weekend. Here’s a quick recap of a few of the highlights.
⊕Poppy and I drank multiple slurpees. Brain freeze happened. It was glorious.
⊕Poppy and I saw the apartment Ricky had left. Poppy and I liked it. I will be filing the application today. We should get an answer in 5 days.
⊕Poppy and I went to see The Happening. We ate popcorn, drank soda, and almost got fooled into thinking there was a tidy ending. I will stress the word almost in there.
⊕Poppy and I ran through the ran to the basement after the movie. When we got there the basement was still dry. After about 30 minutes the basement was no longer dry as the waters rushed in. It was about 3 inches worth.
⊕Poppy and I watched Alien Vs. Predator: Requiem while bailing the basement out. I’m all about the Predator… and cannot fathom why the Predator Army did not just descend to wipe out the nasty Aliens. I wish we had an army to drain the water for us. Luckily I have a kick-ass dehumidifier.
⊕Poppy and I ate cereal this weekend too. We did it while wearing out 8-bit love shirts. We’re cool like that.
⊕Poppy and I ate steak, drank wine, and got ice coffees.
⊕Now its Monday morning, and Poppy is on her way home to be with the kittays. So there will be no more Poppy for me. 
EDITED TO ADD: No, Poppy and I are not breaking up… I only mean there will be no more Poppy for me until she comes down again. There is no break-upage here!
So how was your weekend?
Dear Friends,
I come here this morning with heaviness in my steps. These last few days have not been easy for me. I have suffered horribly at just the prospect of writing this to you, but I have come to the realization that I have no choice.
I firmly believe that there are things in our lives that at times will spiral out of control. My own job often causes me to bear witness to members of humanity in this downward tailspin. While a medical intervention serves to temporarily stop the spiraling, control over the course of life is rarely regained through it. Most of these spirals are influenced by outside substances which internally we crave. I am talking about addiction and the power it holds over us.
The first step to resolving an addiction is admission. Therefore, I admit to you, I am indeed addicted…
It really started innocently enough when I decided to 
