We have some bunnies. They are adorable as only bunnies can be. MDH got me two bunnies when his friend let him know that he had some bunnies he needed to find a home for. Apparently, as he always does, he remembered when we were in the Farmer’s Supply store and I spent a good thirty minutes conversing with a bunny in a metal tub. I love talking to animals. They are in no way judgemental and they always laugh at my jokes.
So we have these two babies. They are furry and funny and curious and brave. We name one Isabella and the other Nitro, which got changed to Snuggie, which got changed to Noogie(I have no idea where this came from, but I was the one who started it). Now Isabella’s name is Izzy. This is because we realized Izzy was male when he found his “special purpose in life” and started humping Noogie til he fell over sideways in a swoon.
We finally had to move them to different quarters because Noogie emphasized her “not tonight, headache” with an attack that left Izzy sans hair on his nose. MDH, darling that he is, constructed them a three-story condo, complete with balcony and burrow. We actually moved lawnchairs into a semi-circle around them and sat outside drinking coffee and watching the bunnies for amusement. (We have such a random life sometimes)
Just in case, we kept track of how long it had been since they were together and finally came to the conclusion that Noogie was not preggers. Whew! Dodged that bullet. Well, not so much.
Rocky and I returned from town one day to discover four tiny little bare assed baby bunnies in the cage. What?? Yep! Four of em. Crazy Legs told us he walked in the house and found Mini (one of our rat terriers) laying on the floor, eyes open, not moving. And DeeDee on the couch with her paws up on the back of the couch, staring at the wall. He couldn’t figure out what was going on. The he checked the rabbit cage and there were the babies. At that point, the dogs came out of lala land and started freaking out.
OMG…..baby bunnies are the cutest things EVER! The fit in the palm of your hand, will try to hop out even though they can’t see, and they feed upside down! I’m serious. They get close to their mom’s tummy then they flip upside down onto their backs and start to feed. Weird!
We gave one away and sold the other three. Ten bucks apiece! w00t! I was thinking about getting Izzy fixed but now I’m not so sure. I wouldn’t mind feeling like a contributing member of this family again. We’ll see how it goes.
Next……Intentions vs Results
I have a very good friend who had a brain tumor. She was treated for it, did a bunch of rehab, got way better(even lost weight!!!), and it was all way awesome! She was telling me the doctors told her she had a 50/50 chance of it coming back at some point in the future. I told her that was great!!! She said…Huh? WTF is so great about that????
My intention was to say that a 50/50 chance is all we ever get. Any of us. We could wake up dead tomorrow, we could choke to death on a chicken sammich, we could be walking down our steps and get tripped by a tear in the space/time continuum(don’t laugh, shit like that happens to me all the time!), a piece of space debris could fall out of the sky and embed itself into our brain. ANYTHING could happen. Every time you wake up in the morning you have a 50/50 chance of going to bed that night without a tag on your toe. THAT was my intention.
Result? I pissed her off and now she knows without a doubt that I’m an idiot. *sigh* I’m really getting tired of people finally figuring that out. I had hoped to keep it a secret for a while longer.
Intention: Wake up in the morning and decide what housework I need to do, then do it.
Result: I get so bogged down in all the things that need doing that I ‘m not able to do, that I can’t think straight. I can’t sort things out in order of execution, I can’t bend over, I can’t put my arms over my head for any length of time, I can’t get too hot, I can’t be in an open area without something to hold onto in case I get vertigo, I can’t go down steps very good (hence the badly sprained right ankle and broken left leg that started on the first day of summer and ended on the last day, literally, which was caused by a step down off of a six-inch high porch), I can’t turn my head too fast or I will fall down, ……I could go on forever but I will stop here.
Intention: Find out how the kids’ day went at school.
Me: How was your day?
Buddha: FiiiinnnneeeUH! (whereupon he disappears into his room never to be seen again unless a) food is ready to eat, or b) I wake him up the next day to go to school.
Princess Bella: Why, what did you hear?
Me: Uh….nuttin. I was just asking.
PB: Well it was fine! (face getting red, eyes slightly bulging)
PB: I don’t know why you always have to ask me that! Nothing happened! Everything was fine! Not one bad thing happenedalllday! (face very red, eyes bugged out like something off of Outer Limits) Whereupon she disappears into her room, which lasts all of five seconds because Bella runs at warp speed. She can only bounce off the walls of her room for a few seconds, then she has to have a larger area to bounce off of.
Me: (alone in the room, slightly disoriented) Well, that went well.
I’ve been browsing around the blogosphere and I ran up on something truly amazing! simplynutmeg.com is the coolest. blog . ever. Nutmeg has the voice I heard in my head when I first imagined this blog. THAT was what this was supposed to sound like. Unfortunately, my blog comes out sounding just like me. I wanted to sound all witty and funny and cool. I guess this could be considered a P.S. to the Intention vs Result section of our day.
Go check her out. She rules. http://simplynutmeg.com/ And while you’re there, you HAVE to check out the “how I survive barney” section. The woman has taste! You will find yourself, ninety minutes later, holding your sides laughing and wondering where the time went!
Ok, seriously, I have to get something done. I have been sitting here for hours and it’s time I earned my keep. I could go make that bread in those new pans that I bought myself for Christmas. They have cute little shapes. But I’m not sure if the bread in a tube will work for that. Maybe I should try to come up with something more productive to do with the bread? Or I could do laundry. But I can’t bend over to take it out of the dryer, so I can only do one load until someone comes over and I have to beg them to get them out for me. I could clean out the closet, but that requires arms over head, bending over….no, I guess not that one. I could vacuum the floor! Yeah! Yay I found something I can do!!
Crimanently, it’s sad when sucking dirt off your floor is the most productive thing you can think of to do in a day.
Welcome to Life in the slow lane.