tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36473162011-04-21T19:59:45.741-05:00Day-to-day babblings of one peculiar rabbit.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-67272854357129234012008-10-15T01:05:00.001-05:002008-10-15T01:06:52.143-05:00

I've moved to www.bunnybabbles.com!

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-3642690713071451082008-09-29T10:06:00.003-05:002008-09-29T10:08:21.375-05:00

Now that Blogger has "idiot proofed" itself they made it impossible for  people that actually KNOW html to post anything without at least five minutes of 'delete delete delete'ing and so I've deemed it unworthy of Bunny's Babblings.When I figure out where I'm moving too I'll let you know.

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-28302978554822193682008-09-29T08:07:00.006-05:002008-09-29T10:05:42.147-05:00

Alright, we all know I'm a little bit of a, to put it mildly, clutz. The grace thing completely missed me, unfortunately, but it has made for some rather interesting stories so I guess that's the silver lining.Before I get in to my story too much, let me explain what I was doing.Geocaching:  A high-tech treasure hunting game played throughout the world by adventure seekers equipped with GPS

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-51157770082861453942008-07-09T01:05:00.002-05:002008-07-09T01:42:05.231-05:00

I've had this conversation with a few people already, but I'm just going to ask it again.Are there really females in the world too busy to take their birth control with water?Ok, to start from the beginning, I went to visit the OBGYN in the early winter and got a new birth control because apparently the one I was on was "old and there are some that are much better now". So he prescribed me some

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-31583459724967904072008-06-21T23:28:00.004-05:002008-06-22T00:10:27.074-05:00

He wasn't the most talkative of men, our Bobert, but he did make my mom very happy. On May 16th, two days after his birthday, he passed away of lung complications at the age of 77. The last thing he said to me was, "Do you have anything sweet or anything?" and I feel horrible now that I didn't just give him something instead of telling him I wasn't allowed to. The thing is, we all just thought he

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-56590027102513353982007-12-06T10:24:00.000-05:002007-12-06T12:39:01.438-05:00

At this point there are so many, many good stories that this post would be horribly long and likely only interesting to me in the reading department. So, to make it easier on the both of us, I'll sum up what it's been like since ... last spring? Something like that.Spring:My brother Keith brought his family, it was bad. He was all emo and taking everything personally, as emo-types are want to do

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-89219957658313798632007-07-19T09:31:00.000-05:002007-09-17T23:59:17.130-05:00

I know it's been a long while since I last posted, so I'll skip all the boring crap and get to the good stuff.Alright, clearly by posting this I am burning a bridge with Keith that won't be salvagable ... if he reads it. I'm sure he was looking for a post like this long ago, but I've been too busy to post anything. Now that I have time I'll share this gem of a life lesson that I was taught to me

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1345633470341475742007-05-03T19:33:00.000-05:002007-05-03T18:31:49.553-05:00

Oh the tangled webs we weave...My brother David, the douche bag from my last post, is at it again. This time it's to hilarious (although I didn't think so when it was happening) not to post about it.Little back story:About a month or so ago David's house was broken into (again - thank you karma) and his computer and a duffle bag of his papers -- which had his passwords in them -- were stolen.

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-9839264935391986282007-04-10T09:03:00.000-05:002007-04-10T09:26:39.113-05:00

I'm pretty sure at this point that I was adopted, or maybe since I look like my mother's clone, that all the common sense and smart juices were saved for when I was born. Let me walk you through it from oldest sibling to myself:David - total douche bag, cares only about himself, uses his disease to get things out of pity, absolutley crooked, lying, thief, no common sense. His only saving grace

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-24560655328455604272007-04-07T10:33:00.000-05:002007-04-07T11:33:18.450-05:00

Soooo tired.For the past few nights it's gone like this. Around midnight my mom insists that I sleep in her bed "because there's a t.v." when in actuality I think it's because she hates to be alone. So anyway, we go to bed and Bob sleeps in his lazy boy because of his oxygen mask. About an hour after I lay down Bob rings his little bell (because with his mask on we can't hear him) and then an

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-30325776440730795422007-03-31T09:38:00.000-05:002007-03-31T09:58:33.819-05:00

Tomorrow I leave for Florida because Bob went into intensive care on thursday (I think thursday) and my mom is slowly going nuts from it all. My original plans were to leave Friday, but when she keeps calling me crying I just can't sit by and do nothing.My sister-in-law, the one I like to call sausage toes, Michelle has lowered herself on my totem pole of points to be equal with B-renda (my

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-64710910848844162012007-03-27T22:05:00.000-05:002007-03-27T22:23:27.853-05:00

Dear Badly Dressed Lady,The shirts you're wearing are way too short! You've clearly gotten the layered look wrong, but that's ok, I'll gladly help you. For starters, when you wear more than one shirt, one of them should actually cover your gut. Secondly, the pants you had on that rested at the hip... yeah... not so good... particularly combined with the short shirts. See, no one wants to see your

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-34850113667369000702007-03-20T07:06:00.000-05:002007-03-20T07:56:50.700-05:00

Last week Meghan and her two boys, Elek and Adler, came for a 3 night stay in glorious Blah Village and the weather was actually accomodating. We joke that the taxes are so high that we order the weather around here, so I must have done something right. It was a seriously fun filled visit with trips to the nature and science center, which I think I enjoyed more than Elek (and Adler since he slept

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-86668462685186926002007-02-27T18:19:00.000-05:002007-02-27T18:49:22.118-05:00

There's a new site ( the title is the link ) that just started up that I think is going to be absolutely hilarious once people start posting to it. I know most people have had a "...F*ck a duck..." moment and since I think this should be fun, I highly recommend hopping over to read what the site is about... or hey, send something in!On another (similar) note, I got two emails back from the snow

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-21116593625244762542007-02-20T11:38:00.000-05:002007-02-27T18:19:29.437-05:00

My war with the snow people continues! Here's the email that I CC'ed to Daryl, the guy that called me and said he'd do nothing, when I emailed his boss Clint:Mr. Keener, [Clint]I live on [blah-blah-blah house across from school path blah]. Last Thursday, February 15 th, I watched as one of the school's maintenance workers pushed snow from the path across the street on to my property, and then

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When it comes to people that know me I like to think that no one thinks of me as a mean spirited person, but in reality if you've ever been on my bad side, or someone did me or my friends/family wrong, then you know I'm a force to be reckoned with.I live behind the local high school and have to deal with many, many things done to the property because of it. See, there's a path that leads from my

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Well, it's no fun to read a depressing blog but I have to say that it's even less fun to write the way I'm feeling. I think I'm just missing the loads of snow we usually get and aren't, and then again maybe I'm missing the sun, I really don't know.I feel like a lot in my life is about to change and that I don't really have the power to stop it from happening. I just have this ucky feeling that my

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Alright I'm posting!By now anyone that may have once read this blog will have likely stopped even wandering this way, but such is life.Not a ton has gone on since my last post, actually.I went out to visit Keith over the holidays, and while it was too short, it was too long at the same time. It was just kinda bleh.I've been really depressed lately maybe because I haven't had a real sleeping

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-39555214771581114502006-12-21T12:36:00.000-05:002006-12-21T16:16:11.291-05:00

I know by now I should be in the spirit of Christmas, I've baked countless cookies, wrapped presents, stringed up lights and garland, put little red bows on everything possible.... but it's just not happening. I went shopping with Meghan when she came unexpectedly in to town and we had a HUGE blast and laughed the whole time and that's when my spirit for Christmas started to peek it's head out. I

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1165363545229402602006-12-05T18:33:00.000-05:002006-12-05T19:05:45.246-05:00

In my last post I mentioned being locked out of the house, well that's a pretty messed up story so since my mind is on random I thought I'd tell it.The wednesday before Thanksgiving I got a call from my mom and when ever I mentioned anyone in the family she would say something like, "Yeah, well... I'm too pissed to care. I'm really hating people right now." Assuming I didn't belong in the people

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1165015000192384392006-12-01T17:33:00.000-05:002006-12-01T18:16:40.206-05:00

This morning I woke up full of the energy I knew I'd have to have to be as ambitious as I'd planned out the night before. See, I've had a horrible case of bronchitis and so the thought of vacuuming, dusting, and what-have-you seemed as possible as... I don't know... something impossible. I was on 1000 mg of straight up penicillin, a prescription coughing pill, and an inhaler. To say the least, I

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1164895650656711762006-11-30T08:55:00.000-05:002006-12-06T14:32:01.610-05:00

For your viewing enjoyment here's my ex and his new girlfriend.The scary thing is his mom has the same EXACT hair, of course she's more stylish than scary dark lip liner clown lips, though. Yikes.I thought I'd post this picture I stole from his email so we could all remember 1992. Ahhh... the good ol' days.Update:I scanned a picture of Colin's parents in so that people could fully understand the

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1163627689150450732006-11-15T15:45:00.000-05:002006-11-15T16:54:49.166-05:00

Yep, I'm back!I'd likely still be stuc-- err barely survivin-- I mean "vacationing" in Florida if it weren't for Adler's (my now official godson!) baptism. I understand why my mom needed me there, and why she didn't want me to leave, but it's not fun to be sick anywhere, but most especially a place where you can look outside and see water and beaches and then not be able to go! That's right!

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1161703601643262292006-10-24T09:46:00.000-05:002006-10-24T10:26:41.656-05:00

Normally Florida is something I look forward to, but seeing as I wasn't prepared to be here it's been a sort of surreal experience. One day I'm in cold weather and dealing with early snow fall and the next it's 80+ degrees out and I'm in shorts.This sunset was too beautiful not to take a picture of.Well, the ride down was fairly uneventful. We left a day late to avoid the rain and ended up in

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Thursday while Bob and my mom were relaxing I heard my mom yell something at Bob (which really isn't unusual, we're a loud family at times) and then I heard some sort of thumpy clatter. I ran downstairs to see Bob on the floor and my mom scowling and saying, "I told you not to walk when you're dizzy!"Friday Keith drove into town and just as he got into town Bob had yet another episode. The guy

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Yesterday I caught some of the nastiness that has been going around. I feel like a little bit of death warmed over, but I had something to keep me company while I sneezed my brains out. My best friend Meghan's blog. It's "The Nagy Family" in my links and unless you have a password for it, you won't be able to go over and see it. Understandably because she and her husband would rather the rest of

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1160107825599272782006-10-05T23:08:00.000-05:002006-10-05T23:17:47.170-05:00

I took this picture of my "sister"-in-law at her wedding, you may recognize it from the "Can You Guess Who's Chin?" contest I held shortly after the wedding. I believe it merely adds another peice to the puzzle that is B-renda.......need I say more?Oh man, the laughing will not stop!

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1159590972167691162006-09-29T21:55:00.000-05:002006-09-29T23:36:12.193-05:00

Alright, so I talked about the whole being a juror thing and that was obviously a snorefest. Now for the funny parts, and believe me there were quite a few... but even they are a bit boring. My apologies.The first day, as I said before, I got on a jury pretty quickly. I was picked at 3:15... and I know this because I remember looking at the clock and thinking, "If I don't get picked I can leave

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1159324317223287742006-09-26T20:50:00.000-05:002006-09-28T11:29:14.570-05:00

Yesterday was my first day of jury duty and I was incredibly nervous. Living where I do I rarely have to go into the city, not that I never have, it's just not necessary in my every day life. So I was nervous about having to go downtown alone to an unfamiliar place, to do an unfamiliar "job" because I had to. Since my mom can barely manage a moment without knowing exactly where I am we had to do

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1158818254115191112006-09-20T20:43:00.000-05:002006-09-21T00:59:58.626-05:00

Have you ever had one of those days where no matter what turn it takes, it just seems to get worse and worse? Well today was that kind of day for me.This time of year is allergy hay fever season for me, not to mention the cold and flu going around, so I either have allergy problems or I have a cold. I woke up with a horrible headache and stuffed up beyond belief, so I took another allergy pill

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1158296372880977152006-09-14T22:57:00.000-05:002006-09-15T00:02:03.316-05:00

My high school reunion is coming up this Saturday, and no ( don't hit me too hard Meghan) I won't be going. With my root canal costing $2000+ I thought the $90 for a meal and open bar surrounded by people (minus my friends) that I don't want to be with anyway would really be a waste of money I don't have to spend anyway. Right? Right.So, because I found this so amusing I thought I'd post, for

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1157766523777081132006-09-08T20:47:00.000-05:002006-09-09T11:49:58.580-05:00

It's a morning ritual of mine to watch a few talk shows while I wake up with my mom. I make her tea and myself a cup of this vanilla cafe (which I'm totally addicted to) and we sit and watch crap T.V. Well, yesterday morning the Tyra Banks show came on, and normally she talks about such crap that I could really care less and I usually use that time to take a shower. Well this particular day the

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1157078459211086532006-08-31T16:09:00.000-05:002006-08-31T21:41:02.723-05:00

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Well, shame on me!The mailman has become my arch nemesis, and I no longer look forward to seeing him come around here anymore. Again, the mail has disappointed me!Today I recieved my jury summons, and the butterflies in my stomach started up. What's strange is that my mom and I were just talking about how I'd never been summoned before and I

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1156572138988323042006-08-26T22:38:00.000-05:002006-08-27T00:08:42.466-05:00

I knew I was aging, but come on people! When did 29 become the new 50? The other day I ventured downstairs and found my mom laughing at me as soon as I made an appearance. I knew I looked bad, but come on, your family is suppose to understand and accept, no?I arched a brow at her and she said, "You got something very special in the mail yesterday I forgot to give you." I watched her suspiciously,

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1156387355003331652006-08-23T21:42:00.000-05:002006-08-23T21:51:43.670-05:00

For a while now I've been my family's tech support when it comes to computers. It's not something that I really minded at first, infact I remember feeling so good about helping them out, but when I'm sitting in a flea infested apartment and the thermostat is set to sub-zero it starts to become less enjoyable and more craptastic.Yesterday my mom wanted to know about something, I forget what, and

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1156050449144191722006-08-19T22:06:00.000-05:002006-08-20T00:07:29.280-05:00

I finally made it out to Meghan & Brian's today to visit everyone and see the newest addition, Adler. The driving part is sucky, but really not all that long if you have some good music and someone to gab to on the way down. According to yahoo, it's about 2hrs and 50mins if you're a grandma and do the speed limit. Contrary to what my boring writing skills and stories might portray, I...uhh..."

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1155788249492425342006-08-16T23:06:00.000-05:002006-08-16T23:20:00.510-05:00

Today at 7:13am little baby Adler came into our lives. I got a call from Brian, who sounded really happy, and later talked to a rather sleepy but happy sounding Meghan. I'm so excited to meet him and I'll post some pictures as soon as I get some!Hopefully all will go well tomorrow, I wasn't able to go today because I couldn't leave my mom stranded without a car all day and have Rob around. Van

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1155704328628147022006-08-15T10:59:00.000-05:002006-08-16T00:00:12.613-05:00

Today started out like most normal days, nothin' too taxing, ran a few errands, and my mom and I were sitting out on the deck eating lunch when the phone rang. I glanced at caller ID and when I saw "pay phone" I knew who it was right away. Rob. He's Bob's son, and the creepiest thing on this planet. I mean just sitting here I get the heeby-geebies and need a shower I'm so disgusted.Short story of

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1155527479243305342006-08-13T22:28:00.000-05:002006-08-13T22:58:59.526-05:00

A few days ago Mr. Magoo (aka Bob my stepfather) apparently fell backwards while going down the one step into the library. As my mom describes it, he took a step down and fell back and kind of rolled, which judging by his ball-shaped body, doesn't surprise me. He's the light monitor and must turn on and off all lights in the house as he sees fit. For example, if Bob enters the kitchen and turns

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1155357746187561012006-08-11T22:59:00.000-05:002006-08-13T22:27:50.253-05:00

This morning, after finally getting to sleep at 4am, the phone rang around 8:20am. My nephew Christopher, the "I know everything because I'm 13" delight, says, "Hey, we're coming over." Could someone pinch me? Seriously, what the... ? Then I hear my brother in the background, "Tell her we'll be there in like a minute." I stare longing at my bed and sigh my ok before hanging up. Making a HUGE cup

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1155094900091483262006-08-08T22:25:00.000-05:002006-08-08T22:41:40.173-05:00

My last couple reviews weren't all too hip on the "anime chick" of my last blog template, and several times people would say, "You should think about adding a bunny." but I didn't want a blog that looks so cutsie you wanted to retch. So here she is, I've named the bunny Fernando because .....I want to. I'm normally not one to give in to the pressure of a crappy review, but the picture was

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1154767345234589082006-08-05T03:00:00.000-05:002006-08-05T03:42:44.940-05:00

Well, Sunday I fly home to restart the drama that is my home life. I've had a hard time relaxing here because I've been constantly worried about my mother, home alone (plus Bob, but he sleeps all day), and no one to really talk to.It started out roughly, with me having a really hard time sleeping, and about mid-week I had a mental meltdown and spazzed at poor Keith, who I must say took it in

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1154454123297146222006-08-01T11:47:00.000-05:002006-08-01T20:26:56.456-05:00

Well, since Keith drove out to be with me, I drove back to be with him. It's been a little rough for me, I miss home because I'm worried how my mom is handling things and don't miss it at the same time. It was so quiet in the house after Tresse died, even though she wasn't a loud dog. It was her energy and spirit, I guess.So anyway I came back with Keith and I've been chillaxing here in his very

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1154145887601469252006-07-28T22:38:00.000-05:002006-07-29T10:40:55.333-05:00

For those of you that aren't able to read a sad story about a pet, then this is definately a post to skip. (This means you, Meggers, I would hate for you to be upset while you're pregnant.)March 22,1993 - July 28, 2006I was 15 years old when she came into my life, but before I say how she came to be apart of my family, let me tell you what I had to do to get her. Quite a few of my neighbors had

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1154066243199535362006-07-28T00:53:00.000-05:002006-07-28T00:57:23.250-05:00

My Keithy has come for a visit to save me from the crazy people here. Thank goodness.Isn't that such a sweet picture? I thought so too.

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So I was reading MSN news today and my eyes caught a glimpse of a mini picture of Lance Bass, former 'N Sync "artist". I thought, what now? He's trying to get into space again? No, this is even better. The title read, "Lance Bass of 'N Sync Reveals He's Gay"... and I said to myself, and? Come on people, was it really a huge shocker? What's really shocking is that they all didn't come out of the

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1153800989531354052006-07-24T22:23:00.000-05:002006-07-24T23:16:29.600-05:00

Dra·mat·ic:1. Of or relating to drama or the theater.2. Characterized by or expressive of the action or emotion associated with drama or the theatre: a dramatic rescue at sea.3. Arresting or forceful in appearance or effect: a dramatic sunset.4. Music. Having a powerful, expressive singing voice: a dramatic tenor.5. My mother.When ever there's a sill story to tell, or a smile to be had about a

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Pardon the longness of this post.The last few days I've watched my dog's health slowly deteriorate helplessly. I've noticed lately that her breathing has become kinda labored, but yesterday evening it seemed much more pronounced. I had mentioned it a few days prior to my mom, but she waved it off, then I mentioned it again, and again... and yesterday evening I was in tears when I mentioned it

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1153626421945953232006-07-22T21:36:00.000-05:002006-07-22T22:47:04.226-05:00

Yesterday my parents and I ventured over to Van (my brother) and B-renda's (the bearded dwarf-in-law) apartment to celebrate Brandon's (my nephew) birthday. Being the true blue auntie that I am, I decided that I really needed to get him something annoying and possibly harmful (to those around him).When I stumbled across the water gun section I was baffled at how evil the Super Soaker brand has

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Well today I suck.After being yelled at by my mom about who closed a door (no joke!) I decided that it's very dangerous to take away the womans meat and caffiene products all in one shot. So tonight I reintroduced chicken into the mix. The diet just wasn't for me. Not because I couldn't handle the food, I love fruits and veggies, but because all I thought about was food. That's just not for me. I

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Yesterday I had no energy to do anything and, thank goodness because of the diet, neither did my mother. So I spent most of the day laying around except for a few errands. Around 4-5pm B-renda (the bearded dwarf) came for a 1-on-1 talk with my mom because I'm determined to think she craves attention. Now, I'm a girl and a sensitive one at that, I certainly understand being emotional about

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While doing my daily blog reading I went to An Indian Summer and was really impressed by the company Yandy.com who is going to donate up to $1,500 to the American Cancer Society just for visiting their site and posting a link on your blog. If you want to help, here's how:1. Go over and visit Yandy.com…snoop around, and check out their sexy wares.2. Putter on back to your blog and write a post,

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I saw this doctor on The View (feel free to laugh and make fun) sometime last week and my mom was so excited over this diet that I said I'd try it with her. After all, these 2 girls on the show lost 10lbs each eating hamburgers and pizza. How hard could it be?On the show he (the author Dr.Ian Smith) mentioned he was nervous because he always recommends the dieter start with a "detox" period and

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In this first thing it isn't the video that's important, it's the audio part that really made my birthday yesterday night. My brother Keith, his wife and 2 kids (+1 on the way - but you can't hear her) called and left a message on my answering machine.First is Keith (my brother not boyfriend), then his wife, then Tyler, and then Brittany... then Tyler again just before Keith hangs up. Purdy

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1152463600776927772006-07-09T11:29:00.000-05:002006-07-09T11:48:45.310-05:00

My third BirthdayOver the years, atleast the adult ones, I've had quite a bit of drama surrounding my birthday and it's really just made the day something I dread. Granted I've had a sprinkling of good, but they're so few and far between that they seem almost cancelled out by the bad.In my family it's tradition to make a big deal about everyone's birthday. Well, I don't know if it's a big deal,

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1152327872738404442006-07-07T21:23:00.000-05:002006-07-07T22:07:10.666-05:00

Well, today must be Friday-drink-a-box-of-wine-and-email-someone-day because I got an email from this guy that stalked me over the internet years ago. I talked to him out of pity, and he seriously made my life so depressing! It was bad enough to be going through the crap with my ex, and then on top of it he was so.......eeyore-like. Ya know, "Nice day, prolly rain." I finally had to just put him

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1152245632890513402006-07-06T22:41:00.000-05:002006-07-07T11:10:52.306-05:00

Today while I was exiting the grocery store I was harrassed by some newspapers guys. A small note of caution to all pushy salemen. Do not make me mad when I'm in my happy place away from home. Anyway, here's how it went:[salesman #1]: Want a free newspaper?[me]: Uhh...nah. I don't need one. Thank you.An elderly lady has problems getting a cart out and boxes me in next to the salesmen.[salesman #1

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1151903717567080122006-07-02T23:56:00.000-05:002006-07-03T00:15:17.640-05:00

Well, as promised, here is the photo of the sausage toes.Maybe they're more like Fred Flinstone toes but up close it's like her toenails are hanging on for dear life. Anyway, I apologize for the picture quality because obviously I couldn't take a picture of her feet with her knowing so I had to set the camera on the museum setting (which has no flash or sound).The visit ate up nearly the entire

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The very clever and beautious Bug over on An Indian Summer tagged me for this meme, and it's actually a really interesting one. I've seen it a few times as I scanned through blogs and some are pretty darn funny.Instructions:1. Go to Wikipedia.2. In the Search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).3. List three events that happened on your birthday.4. List two important birthdays and

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This week has blown by pretty fast, thank goodness.This sunday "sausage toes" or my brother Keith's wife michelle* (which ever you're more comfortable with) will be visiting from Florida, without my brother. Apparently when the doctor told her that she should be on bed rest 80% of the time until she has the baby, that it didn't count when she has to make a sacrifice. Nevermind that my brother has

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1151298502276441822006-06-25T22:34:00.000-05:002006-06-26T00:21:12.286-05:00

...I know my posts haven't been up to their usual quirkiness and I really am trying to turn it around, so hang in there. I usually use this blog as my place to vent, but it's becoming rather redundant, even to me.Someone call me a whaaaaambulance, I'm offically a big, fat whiner. Future posts will be more like me, even when I'm complaining.So enough about my inability to restrain the whining

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1151039081159782842006-06-22T21:38:00.000-05:002006-06-23T00:04:44.030-05:00

Another day of fun at Kaiser Permanente for Jenny! I picked up Lisa at 8:30 for her 9:30 doctor's appointment to have a biopsy of a lump in her breast. When she gets in the car she was breathing heavily and I was worried she might hypervenalite so I tried to keep the conversation light and breezy. She was REALLY nervous. We get there and, as usual, she's walking about 7 steps infront of me and

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As JoDee Messina says, "..cause tomorrow's another day.." and I hope there's more rain. Today was my very first lazy day since my parents came home because it's been raining all day. I still had to run errands, but when there's not digging in the garden, cleaning up, and hauling involved it makes them much more pleasurable. Of course, with my mom pent up about her blood work tomorrow there was an

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1150775934959487662006-06-19T22:45:00.000-05:002006-06-19T23:02:39.623-05:00

Tonight I was a bit leery about venturing out to do the grilling for dinner, but I thought...meh... it's just thunder, I'll make it. So I headed out, lit the grill, and suddenly there was something to my right that caught my eye. We have a bird house about 2 feet from the grill and it had 2-3 baby birds in there but they were getting pretty big and loud so we knew they'd be pushed out of the nest

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1150694293760899732006-06-18T23:20:00.000-05:002006-06-19T00:19:53.623-05:00

I said I'd post some pictures on the new pond so here they are. The original was smaller and not as deep and we had to fill it about every 12 hrs because of some liner problems, but the new and improved pond is soooo much nicer. We get koi this week some time, so that'll be nice too.These are the people that made it happen. Wayne and Paige did most of the work, they're our landscapers and we just

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This is how I've been feeling lately (only less pretty, and thin, and cute but that's beside the point) and I have to say it's wearing me out. My mom has a disease I like to call "spazztasticitis" which has completely taken over her being. What is it, you ask? Well dumby, it's when someone has the spazzi in them. In other words, my mother will not sit down and just... relax! And when she's

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1150344884364304142006-06-14T22:47:00.000-05:002006-06-14T23:21:07.953-05:00

I'm truely sorry for all the craptastic posts lately... I've lost all my energy to do anything, let alone be witty.For the past three days I've had a list of things to do as long as my arm, and every day I've gotten them done in a timely fashion... but day two I was running on fumes soI have no idea how I got through today.First it was power washing the deck. The power washer was easy enough to

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1149740237481123712006-06-07T23:02:00.000-05:002006-06-07T23:19:26.403-05:00

I mentioned in my previous post about how my high school is having it's 10 yr reunion, right? Well two days ago I got another email from them with a little questionaire at the bottom. I could not resist the temptation of putting down my true feelings so here's the original email:In order to minimize the need for scrambling around at the end of thenight collecting contact information from everyone

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My month of bannination, as Dave from Maximum Awesome likes to put it, is over and I can return to blogging all over again. The comments made about my blog were pretty nice considering what they had to go on, and even though the common critique was how boring my blog layout was, I'm not changing a thing. Atleast not until this template bores me, and I quite like it.If you were wondering what I've

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Today the verdict came in, as promised by Dave. If you'd like to read it, go here. You will most assuredly laugh, I promise.The picture below sums it up.My thoughts on it:Malfouka: Bunny writes incessantly about being stoned on allergy medication. Perhaps this explains the bizarre cartoon woman she uses on her header. I don’t understand why women are so drawn to this "sexy cartoon" crap. Is it a

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Tomorrow morning is the big day in the Thunderdome. I submitted my blog last summer/early fall and my ticket came up 2 weeks ago. My blog was thrown into the Thunderdome whilst I laid by the pool side soaking up the sun and love from my family and Keith. I really wasn't very concerned about it, not because I thought ... oh no one could beat me... but because what can I do about it? I volunteered

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1146411854940894632006-04-30T09:55:00.000-05:002006-04-30T16:33:35.466-05:00

I promised Meghan I'd put up these signs so here's the road signs we encountered once we hit around the Georgia area. With one of these signs about every 20 miles or so (sometimes more than that) it went from hilarious to me critiquing the girls on them. It seems that either the 80's rocker chick hair is still in style there or these signs are really old.We stopped for something to eat and as we

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1146069685981583102006-04-26T10:45:00.000-05:002006-04-26T11:44:10.943-05:00

I originally was going to post about the road signs Keith and I ran into on the way home from Florida but some of them are not suited for the post AFTER my post about being a godmother so I've changed gears.If you haven't read the first two, here they are for you.Driving Like a JerkDriving Like a Jerk - Session TwoI've learned a few things since the last two sessions, my friends, and that is

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Alright, so I was wrong about getting the verdict in today but that's good because this news needs it's own special post all for itself, not clumped up with my farewell post after the Thunderdome.Today my best friend Meghan found out she's having another boy and asked me to be his Godmother. I'm so honored and happy about it I just can't contain myself, I even told the lawn guy when he came

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1145845328610683572006-04-23T20:15:00.000-05:002006-04-25T09:33:26.996-05:00

Tomorrow, I think, is the big day of judgement in Blog Thunderdome. I entered my blog ages ago and my ticket was finally drawn. Even though I clearly asked to be put up against a blog that I'd lose to I found myself battling WebKittyn. The kitty and I found out before we were actually told and so we were slightly prepared when the comment war began. It started out nice enough with the usual

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1145673620261774152006-04-21T21:18:00.000-05:002006-04-21T21:46:22.616-05:00

...to all the fun I had this week.Keith and I had a great time here in Ft Myers and we're really dragging our feet about leaving. While I was here we spent a ton of time trying to tan the reflective shine out of our skin. It's painful to see the pictures taken of me in the winter. My friend Meghan even had a few pictures where her camer could seriously not take a picture of me without a huge halo

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1145451227793978302006-04-19T07:37:00.000-05:002006-04-19T07:53:47.803-05:00

Though they haven't had any biddings yet, I'm almost positive there's some one out there just waiting to pounce on these.If you don't know the story behind them then I highly suggest you read about them. They've also been used for the button I made Brad at Blogg'd and so by now they're at least a little famous, wouldn't you say?The thought came to me when I got the email from Dave at Maximum

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1144856187867270862006-04-12T10:29:00.000-05:002006-04-12T10:36:27.890-05:00

...but it did. Yep, she wrote again. This is starting to lose it's fun so I think it'll be the last time I reply unless her next email is a doozy. She wrote:Keith, I would just like to point out...She has yet to say she loves you. Interesting don't you think ? I would think if someone says "I'm very proud of him and I understand because he's handsome." It would be followed up with "And I love

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1144513661536383452006-04-08T11:20:00.000-05:002006-04-08T11:57:11.246-05:00

Well...my wish was granted.Ms. Backstabbing Whore wrote back to Keith:Keith,Well I got your message loud and clear. I don't remember you being such an asshole. I was just interested and wanted to see if you were still dating someone. A simple yes would have been fine. I will say this though, either she IS the jealous type. Which would explain the tone of your message so she wouldn't be mad at you

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1144305546218657952006-04-06T01:35:00.000-05:002006-04-06T01:39:06.216-05:00

Shitty Blog Survivor has started and already I feel the pressure of being voted off the island fairly easily sneaking it's way in.I need your help for this! You have to go to SBC and leave a comment in the comment box under the post "Here we go" saying why you think I should win. The more creative the comments the better.I'm in your hands. *snuffle*

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Recently Keithy has been getting emails from two former cow-orkers (yes the misspelling is intentional) by the names of Kerstin (the friend) and Regina (the [insert bad language here]) about Regina's growing interest in MY man. When he and I first became a couple Keith was still working at his former company and Regina asked him out. He explained that he was in a relationship and she said, "I'm

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Today I have a most hilarious story, and no it's not an April fools joke though I don't really know how it could even be mistaken as one.When Keithy was visiting last weekend we had just nestled down in bed and I was watching TV when I decided to take some advil for a sinus headache. I turned on the nightstand light just moments before the clock was about to hit the hour on the dot. Unfortunately

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1143819000995690672006-03-31T10:25:00.000-05:002006-03-31T10:31:24.440-05:00

If you know me then you know I absolutely love star gazing. My Keithy (the man I'm gonna marry) is usually the only person I tell about all my star gazing stuff, but this is actually a pretty kewl thing."A couple of days ago, people were excited when the Moon eclipsed the sun, a single star. On Saturday, April 1st, the Moon is going to eclipse an entire star cluster--the Pleiades. The eclipse (or

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It's taken me a mudder-feekin' long time to complete, infact Photoshop has been perma up on my computer for a long time, and today I powered through it becase I was tired of seeing it all sadly sitting there.The picture is from a little gem of a place where the art is a little on the "gamer friendly" side (meaning large breasts, odd hands & fingers, etc.) but I just love all the art work. I don't

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1143471751035733432006-03-27T09:30:00.000-05:002006-03-27T14:49:47.863-05:00

Well, the sun has definately changed it's position in the sky, a lot of the song birds are back, and my plants are perking up so it must be spring. You wouldn't really know it by stepping outside, what with it snowing lately and all, but it surely is spring. The days are finally starting to get longer.I had a great weekend, infact one of the best since about... oh... 2 weeks ago. My Keithy drove

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1142488977868259962006-03-16T00:33:00.000-05:002006-03-16T01:02:57.883-05:00

If you read this blog at all, or know me personally, you know my poor pooch just had pretty major surgery 2 weeks ago. Today her stitches came out and the vet gave me the thumbs up in how well I've taken care of her rather large rainbow shaped cut. My neighbors think I've become one of those people that dresses their dog in clothes because it's all cute and crap. Well, we've never been that

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1141752105575558652006-03-07T12:07:00.000-05:002006-03-07T12:21:45.586-05:00

I meant to update sooner but I haven't really had the time to get to the computer much. I'm too afraid the dog will try to follow me upstairs and right now that would not be a good thing.So she had her surgery and got through it just fine. She had to stay the night because the incision was so large and they wanted to watch to make sure the drainage was alright. I went in thursday and ....wow..

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1141054995027415352006-02-27T10:30:00.000-05:002006-02-27T10:43:15.040-05:00

This wednesday the 1st between 9am and 4:40pm please keep my pup in your prayers. She's having her lump removed and at 12yrs old (13yrs old on the 22nd of March!) she really needs all the help she can get. We're not sure if what we're doing is going to prolong her time with us or not, but we want to make her as comfortable as we possibly can in the time she has left.It'll be the longest

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1140558536940366522006-02-21T16:30:00.000-05:002006-02-21T16:48:56.950-05:00

I've been feeling pretty down lately. Every time my brother stops in for a night (and thankfully it's been less and less lately) it reminds me of how the mother I work really hard for is teaching the people in our family to treat me like crap.David and I would have absolutely no problem between us, at least not as serious as it is now, if he would just not smoke in the house or around me. I have

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My life is getting more and more interesting, I tells ya. Thanks to Mrs. P, my brother Van's boss, I now get a wake up call every morning early enough to make me a very grumpy person. Fortunately for her, I've not been sleeping all that well and I've been up every morning before she calls. Another thing in her favor is I keep her around because she amuses me with comments like, "I was talking

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1139878340800550312006-02-13T15:57:00.000-05:002006-02-13T19:52:20.856-05:00

It has been more and more apparent in my life that if some one is a freak of nature they are attracted to me. I don't mean, they think I'm pretty, I mean they're attracted to me like a magnet to metal. Yes, I am a freak magnet. Some consider the people that look strange to be the only freaks. Well let me just tell you, my friend, they aren't the only ones. Ask me any time, I have a zillion

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When I arrived back at home after my visit with Keith the area had already gotten a bit of snow. A few days after it got a lot more and that's when I realized that I have a bit of a problem. I noticed it before with our last snowfall and thought nothing of it, but this time it's a lot more serious.It seems I have some kind of peeping tom, or someone that could be casing the house, or just a

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I took her to the vet today (well yesterday if you want to be literal about it) about the lump on her side that seems to be growing. David, my lovely brother, got me worried enough to make the appointment and I'm regretting it now. All I wanted to know was, should I have it removed? Is she in pain? If I should remove it, beign that she'll be 13 next month, will surgery be something she'll make it

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Ok, is it so mudder-feekin' hard to take care of a house while I'm away? I mean, it's not a mansion... and what the heck did you do to my dog? She's all depressed. Why does the cat smell like cigarette smoke? Why are you so retarded?I've come to the conclusion that I dislike my brother David a lot. He picks me up from the airport and immediately starts talking about things he knows is going to

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Well, I have to say that I never thought a cold would be so rewarding. $16 and I'm here for another week because my ears are clogged and I don't want to blow my eardrums on an airplane.I worry about my dog and cat not getting the attention I normally give them. When I was here last time for nearly 3 weeks, when I got home they were on me like white on rice. Poor things. On the other hand, going

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Well, my weekend with Keith went as perfect as can be. My brother didn't stick around and we visited with his woodworking friend and had a great time. Infact it was so nice I decided to surprise him and come back with him to his place. I surprised him with my plane plans on monday and immediately got a sore throat, of course. It dwindled by tuesday and since our flight was in the evening I didn't

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...arrives today!My brother has been shown the door for the length of Keithy's visit, thank goodness. He's a little too excited about Keith and that's just wierd to me. He considers Keith a fellow "farmer" because he has extra land and likes to keep him in the garage BSing. Not that I have a problem with my family getting along with my honey, but .... he needs to keep his old lady lovin' tushy

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When I moved back to Blahsvillage and started doing the grocery shopping for my parents I had no idea just how uncomfortable being at the grocery store could get. I really love grocery shopping, it's a time to be by myself and think or not think at all.Well, I went pretty frequently because I usually just got a few things to make whatever meal was going to be that night and the next and nothing

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"We were very impressed by your 'bunnybabbles' Blog, and would like to pay to advertise on your website. If you are interested, then please complete a very short form at: http://www.PayClick.org"Dream on losers. I will not sell out my blog so that when I get visitors they have to put up with blinking insurance, Disney, Warner Brother's, and Computax ads. No one cares if they can get a deal on

Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346288226987961740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647316.post-1136563358300606972006-01-06T10:50:00.000-05:002006-01-06T11:10:47.846-05:00

Well my friends, this year has been an interesting one.Hopefully this year will be much better. It's starting out well atleast with this email from the retardo ex, Colin. Shaded purple for happiness and for his gayness.Did you not get my voice message on your phone? We are divorced. I can get you a certifacate Jan 14th is officially when the divorce takes effect. Don't ask me why its just the

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