I Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself.

I wonder how they say " I Love You " in Kentucky ?

Xooo

Bunny

Retro Music Friday - I Forgot Today Was Friday.

No really, I did forget that today was Friday.
My bad.



At any rate, this is Super Freak by Rick James. And you know I have a story to go along with this.

My boss has a black standard Poodle. Lovely dog. Kinda nutty, but lovely none the less.
Anywho, last year Brock had come to my work Christmas party with me and had remarked to me ( in a whisper ) that my boss's dog very much resembled Rick James.
The resemblance had not occurred to me until that point. Now thanks to Brock every time I've seen this dog since last Christmas I hear his voice in my head saying " That dog looks just like Rick James. "

At this year's Christmas party I was sitting next to a coworker ( I forgot whom ) and had remarked ( not in a whisper ) that my boss's dog very much resembled Rick James.

Upon hearing this statement my boss then asked the question.......the question that had the few of us sitting in the room baffled.

" Who is Rick James ? "



Pardon ?
Who is Rick James ?
I thought she was kidding.

Upon hearing " Who is Rick James ? " from her the few of us in the room launched into either our best half-drunk karaoke version of Super Freak or a complete full-on reenactment of Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories, including " Fuck yo couch !"



I still don't think my boss knows who Rick James is.


This song was released in 1981. I was 5 and in kindergarten.
Shit I'm getting old.




XO
Bunny

Merry Christmas !!

The Mister and I would like to wish everyone a very, very Merry Christmas and a happy and safe New Year.

Please enjoy these Christmas laughs on us.

PART 1


PART 2


PART 3



Merry Ho Ho !

XO
Bunny & The Mister

Confessions Of A Sexual Harrasser.

You know sometimes when what you say and what you meant don't exactly intersect ?
Yeah, that happened to me yesterday. The disconnect between my brain and my mouth resulted in me unintentionally sexually harassing Darrell yesterday......not that he seemed to mind.

Darrell was wearing a very festive looking plaid flannel shirt yesterday. It had shades of red, green, white and brown in it and I thought to myself...." Gee, that shirt pattern would make a really pretty Christmas tree skirt. "

So upon running into Darrell in the hallway yesterday I said to him " You know Darrell, I just wanna toss you under my Christmas tree.. "
Right after the word tree left my mouth I realized that what I had said came out all wrong.

Being the good sport he is Darrell went right along with it.....he said ( with a slight twinkle in his eye ) " Well, if you insist. "

Of course I was furiously back-peddling, trying to explain what I meant.
Eventually I just gave up and we both had a laugh. Then we hugged it out and went our separate ways for the afternoon.

I caught up with Darrell later in the day and upon parting ways again at the end of the day he said to me " Hey, Christmas morning look under your tree, I'll be there baby..."
I believe he also said something about " only wearing a bow.."

So I guess you could say that Darrell sexually harassed me right back, which is only fair.


I frequently share these little "work stories" with Brock and more often than not he says;
" You know, if I did that at my job I'd be fired. "


Happy Christmas Eve everyone !

XO
Bunny

21.

Twenty one months of Logged-in-ness.

If I squint I think I can see two years from here.

XO

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

As I have said in the past, Brock and I have some differences when it comes to our musical tastes. Occasionally we can agree that we both like a particular band. Like Soundgarden. However, even when we agree we disagree.

This is Black Hole Sun. Brock thinks this is one of the better Soundgarden tunes. I also think this is a killer song, however...........

I find myself diggin' Spoonman just a wee bit more than Black Hole Sun. I'm sure you can all hear Brock groaning when I play this. He calls this their " throw away song ".

Both of these songs we on their album Superknown, which was released in 1994. I was just a young lass of 18.

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In other news, my work Christmas party was last night. It was a lot of fun and a great time was had by all. We do Secret Santa gifts and I had the good fortune of picking the boss's name. I think she really liked her gift. And the dessert I made was a big hit.

Have a happy Friday all !

XO

Bunny

P.S. I think I might be swapping out Tim McGraw for Chris Cornell on my freebie list. ;-)

The Surefire Way To Get Written Out Of The Will.

I was wondering what I should get my Mom for Christmas.
THIS seems nice.
hehehe.

XO
Bunny

The Five Year Plan.

The Mister and I have always toyed with the idea of being Expats, leaving the country for parts unknown - no forwarding address given...


Occasionally we get really pie-eyed, the idea of taking up in some foreign ( preferably tropical ) country becomes so intense we can almost taste it.

I think we've kind of always had this itch. After all, we thought nothing of packing up and ping ponging across the country when the mood struck us. I've lost track of the number of places we've lived after I got to number 15.
Maybe it was a case of " the grass is greener ", which we've discovered is not always the case.
Maybe it's still a case of greener grass.


Where as most people find a place to get attached to and to call home, the only thing we seem to be attached to is each other. Home is wherever we happen to be at the moment....

Brock's dream for us, as he has so eloquently put it, is to " drink, fuck and live on the beach. "
Although he seems to think that I'd get antsy being in an understimulating environment for too long.


(As I've said previously about The Mister, there is no other person on Earth who knows me as well as he does. Which is wonderful and kind annoying at the same time.
I cannot get anything past him. He knows. Sometimes I don't even have to say anything.
The flip side of that is that I cannot BS him. He sees right through it. )



Now don't go freaking out. We're not going anywhere anytime soon.
Like I said, we toy with the idea.



Although the Amalfi Coast sounds nice, doesn't it ?



XO

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

Now I'm not usually in the habit of taking requests, but since one of my co-workers is so stressing learning how to drive a stick shift I thought I'd throw her a bone.
She initially requested Mr. Telephone Man by New Edition.
Unfortunately I am not able to embed this video, so if you want to see it you'll have to CLICK HERE.
Check out a very young Bobby Brown ( wearing red ) in this vid.....so full of hope and promise.....what happened to Bobby ?

However, I have a little something else up my sleeve.
This is Tyrone by Erykah Badu. ( which is not her real name, btw. )
I happen to be very fond of this song, I know all of the words and no....you will not be seeing me sing this at karaoke. I could not find anyone else who knew of and appreciated this song until Tania started working in my office.
So without further adieu, here it is.
( Brock hates this song, btw. )

This song was released in 1997, I was a senior in college.

Enjoy.

Xoooo

Bunny

I Got Your Update Right Here......

I have a new reader......Everyone, let's welcome Anthony to our cozy little group.

" Hi Anthony ! "

Anthony seemed a little disappointed the other day to not have seen an update to my blog since last week's RMF.

So Anthony, here ya go......this post is all for you.
Now don't go thinking you're special or anything. ( j/k ! )
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Hmmm......what have I been up to since last Friday ??

Well, I painted the upstairs bathroom on Saturday. Dare I say it looks AWESOME !
I seem to have acquired a reputation of being a shitty painter, which is simply not true. Perhaps my methods of painting ( Brock calls me the Tasmanian Devil with a roller ) leave a little to be desired, but the end result is usually pretty impressive.

I also got the deal of a lifetime on a Kohler sink at the big orange home improvement mega store.
And since my last interaction with them was less than stellar I was glad that they've redeemed themselves.

The circa 1950 vanity got sanded down and painted the other night. As I've said before, it is amazing what a little paint can do.

And since the word " bathroom " sounds so pedestrian and unglamorous I'm calling the upstairs bath " the spa ".

I'm planning on putting in a new counter top to go with the new sink, a new light fixture and a new faucet.


So that's it really. Not too much else going on here......

XO
Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

Ladies and Gentlemen....I present to you for your viewing pleasure the fantastically brilliant crapulence that is Talk Dirty To Me.

I will whole-heartedly admit that I LOVED this song ( and Poison ) back in the day. Oh yeah, I'll go ahead and own that....I won't deny it. I loved me some Look What The Cat Dragged In.

I'm not sure what particular brand of psychotropic medication you'll need to ingest to enjoy this.....but do what ever works for you.

Sorry this is a day late.

XO

Bunny

After All That They Won't Even Cuddle With Me.

Cox is screwing me.

I signed up for what I thought was their super-magnificent bundle package.

Cable, Internet and phone all on one itty-bitty bill.

Yee Ha !

Turns out the bill is only itty-bitty if we don't talk on the phone........ever.

I got the BIGGEST cable bill I've ever gotten in my life today.

I almost passed out.

I proceeded to call Cox and yank their chains for about 10 minutes.

I got the bill knocked down by about 25.00.

Whoop Ding.

Now I have to find a new home phone carrier.

Boooooo !

Xo
Bunny

Every Woman's Got At Least One.

One what you ask ?
Someone, while not necessarily occupying a spot on her freebie list, that she is oddly and unexplainably attracted to.

So unexplainably so that it disgusts her just a little bit. I'm not talking vomit in the back of the throat disgusted, but perhaps a little unsettled and maybe leaving her wondering if she has Daddy issues.

I have one that I, for the life of me, cannot explain my half-hearted attraction to....

This would be Anthony Bourdain. I KNOW ! I don't get it either ! I watch his show No Reservations and...I don't wanna look, but I can't help it. I'm oddly fascinated by him.

Maybe it's his overt sense of misanthropy, I mean, nobody will ever look at this guy and have the words joie de vive cross their minds. He also has some element of bad ass to him...and he's intelligent...maybe its the combination of all of these things I find attractive.

And I love how he rips on Rachel Ray. Man is that bitch annoying !

I realize that he is old enough to be my father...and really...that breaks Rule #3 related to Consentual Adult Activities I have, which would be " Thou shalt not screw anyone old enough to be your father. " Which for me, is anyone born before oh...say....1960.

Side Note: Yes, I only have three rules when it comes to being intimate....I often wondered if I should more than three....I wondered if having only three rules could be construed as me being considered loose....but seeing as how the only person I am intimate with is The Mister I think three is OK. I won't indulge you guys in the first two rules.....I don't want you guys to come to my house and hang out and have my " sex rules " floating around in your head. I love you guys too much to do that to you....'cause believe me....there is some shit I know about people that I really wish I didn't know.

For the record, I don' t think I have Daddy issues, and Brock finds my attraction to Mr. Bourdain hilarious.

Xo

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

Because I'm not quite done with the sophomoric musings of Adam Sandler.......
I present all of you with......Lunch Lady Land.




I know, I know......I'm usually a little more " on it " than this....but I'm feeling a bit juvenile today.


I really have no use for Adam, and really....I don't find him all that funny. But, given the huge market for toilet humor aimed at 12 year old boys I see why he has the career he has.
Although, I did enjoy watching him ( the 30 minutes I did manage to watch....you know me and movies ) in Spanglish.......very outside the box for him.


As I'm sure you all guessed I have an Adam Sandler story to attach to today's video.

When I was in High School ( many moons ago - you know....when we had jesus starter jackets... ) it was the tradition that the graduating class dedicate the year book to their favorite teacher.....I clearly remember the class of 199- ( are you kidding me ? I'm not telling when I graduated ! ) ( am I too young to start lying about my age ? 'Cause really, I make the age I am look really good....* strains arm to pat self on back*) sitting the auditorium and taking a vote as to whom we should dedicate the year book to. It was almost unanimous....it was the lunch ladies.....hands down.


Don't believe me ?
Check this......

Uh huh....those would be lunch ladies. I actually took the time to dig out my year book, find the dedication page and scan it onto my computer. Lest you all think I'm totally full of shit.

I do remember that the lunch ladies at my HS were all really sweet grandmotherly types.....hell....they deserved it.

Of course I think the only reason the yearbook was dedicated to them was because....you guessed it....Lunch Lady Land came out the year I graduated.

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How was Thanksgiving you ask ?

The only thing I can really say is that if I could bathe in The Mister's homemade gravy I would.

Have a lovely weekend, m'kay ?

XO

Bunny

Happy Turkey Day Y'All !!

The Mister & I would like to wish everyone

a very happy Thanksgiving.

And.....

for more ( off color ) turkey day themed laughs

please CLICK HERE.

XO

Bunny & The Mister

Stick A Fork In Me, I'm Done.

Thanksgiving is cancelled this year.
At least at my house it is anyway.

I've been so strung out dealing with and managing other people's feelings / emotions and trying to make EVERYONE happy ( impossible, btw. ) that I've not slept right or eaten properly in eight days.

So, the only logical solution I could come up with, while I laid awake at 4am yesterday morning, was to cancel Thanksgiving this year.

Basically this is me having a temper tantrum, so to speak.
If we ( the mister and I ) can't have the Thanksgiving we want, we're not having one at all.

The other side of this coin is that since nobody can seem to find any common ground perhaps it's for the best that we all sit this one out.

I was actually relieved to not have to deal with any of this anymore after I put the calls out that we'd not be cooking and that people should make other plans.

Of course there are a lot of hurt feelings around here.

But whatever......

The Mister and I will most likely go to the movies tomorrow.

XOOO
Bunny

Countdown To The Thanksgiving Clusterfuck.

To say that my family is currently fractured would be the understatement of the millennium.

Shit is all FUBAR around here.......

Up until last week, none of the issues that are causing the current fracturing of my family were mine.

I was merely an innocent bystander to all of the dysfunction swirling around me.

I didn't like it, but seeing as how I was in the eye of the storm so to speak, I really tried to not let it bother me.

The people with the issues simply needed to work them out.

Well, now I have the hot potato of dysfunction in my lap and I REALLY DON"T LIKE IT.

I am now square in the middle of other people's issues. Which, I'm sure you'll all remember from a previous post, is where I really don't like being.

This is why I am so selective about whom I let into my inner sanctum.

People who don't know how to act get tossed out on their asses......I've done it before.

Don't misunderstand, I'm a very forgiving person and am willing to overlook a lot.

The people previously tossed out on their asses continually acted the fool, despite my second, third and hundred fiftieth chance given.

And seeing as how I ( and the mister ) seem to be the only adult in my family these days I will be putting this shit to an end.

The buck is going to stop here.....and it won't be pretty.

I started out with 11 people, including The Mister and I, coming to my house for T-giving.

Now we're down to just he and I.

I ordered a 20 lb turkey for the big day.

The only thing I'm really wondering at this point is who the fuck is going to eat all of this turkey ?

XO

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

OK, first off I'm really sorry this is a day late. I was out of the house for most of the day yesterday.

I thought we'd do a David Lee Roth retrospective this week. Not sure if any of you remember that DLR had a moderately successful solo career after he parted ways with Van Halen. I know it's hard to believe that Diamond Dave had enough solo work to warrant a retrospective, but it's true.

It can be said that Dave perhaps has a penchant for the ridiculous, as evidenced by these videos.

This is California Girls. I had this on a 45 when I was a kid. This vid was from 1985. I was 9. Hard to believe it only took 23 years for over-sized white sunglasses to come back into fashion.

This is Just A Gigolo. Dave at his most sublimely ridiculous. I think this was from 1985 as well.

And of course I had to throw in The Mister's favorite DLR song. This is Yankee Rose.

So, please enjoy - Dave would want you to.

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In other news, yesterday was our 20 month LID anniversary at the CCAA. We recently got an email update from our agency that the CCAA only referred Feb 16 and 17th of 2006 for the month of November.

Gimme an S

Gimme a U

Gimme a C

Gimme a K

What does that spell ? SUCK !

I also came across this article earlier this week, which makes me profoundly sad.

It also makes me profoundly sad that we had to ask to be taken off the wait list for the Taiwan program this week. We actually came up to the point where they were going to have us gather the beginning part of the dossier for Taiwan. They emailed us the instructions for the dossier- which I heartily laughed my ass off when I read them.

Not only does Taiwan require that the PAP be functioning and normal, but the rest of our families have to be functioning and normal as well, with photos to prove it.

And seeing as how neither Brock or I are currently in possession of a functioning, well adjusted family, this is just not going to happen. Don't get me wrong, Brock and I are like two little Fonzies, we're cool. Everyone else happens to be screwed up at the moment.

It did occur to me to have complete strangers stand in for our respective families. It also occurred to me to take old pics of our families and Photoshop them all together. Like, " Oh, here we are at the Grand Canyon, don't we look happy and normal ! " But I thought that our social worker Jane might just catch onto this kind of subterfuge.

So, we're waiting for China. Which, if things continue at the current pace they are we will most likely be pushing 40 by the time we get a kid home.

My sister did offer to give me one of her eggs. Which is an awfully generous gesture, but the egg retrieval process is extremely painful, long and complicated and I just could not ask that of another woman.

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So, that's that. Have a great weeekend everyone !

XOOOOO

Bunny

Speaking Of Thanksgiving....

It's gonna be awfully hard to have guests to our house if we can't open the front door.

Let me 'splain......

We had this really awesome idea to paint the front door navy blue. Previously the door was maroon and well....it kind of got lost on the house as the exterior of our house is Benjamin Moore Cottage Red. Red house, maroon door....you get the idea.
Well, now for some reason the front door won't open. Most likely because we painted the inside edge of the door as well....

Anywho..... believe you me we tried like hell to get it to open last night. I even went outside and tried to try the ass bump on it. And given the size of my ass I thought this was a sure fire way to open it up.
No dice.

So, we'll see what happens.
Pray for our door.

XO
Bunny

Martha Stewart Needn't Worry About Her Job Security.

I should preface this post by saying that Thanksgiving will be held at our house ( for the very first time) this year.

This is the conversation I had with my sister this afternoon.

Me: " So yeah...well... I'm going over to Linens & Things this afternoon. They're going out of business and I'm hoping I can get a deal on a turkey platter."

Alyssa: " Oh........that's cool......what's a turkey platter ? "

M: "Umm......it's a platter that you put turkey on. "

A: " Like....cooked turkey ? "

M: " Ahhh...yeah....like...... you cut up the cooked turkey and make it look all nicey nicey and then you put it on the platter. "

A: " So you serve turkey on it.....it's like a big plate ? "

M: " Right.......that's why it's called a turkey platter. "



Perhaps I shouldn't tell her that I have a Trifle Bowl....that might really blow her mind.

Sometimes I wonder if she's yanking my chain or if she really is that big of an airhead.

XO
Bunny

Fight For Your Rights.

OK, this is Dan Savage. I am a regular reader of his column at the Village Voice. As I have written here previously I am a huge fan and have career aspirations to be the hetero Dan Savage.
Here is Dan on The Colbert Report from Comedy Central expressing his thoughts on the Prop. 8, the ballot question to ban gay marriage in California.
I did enjoy the witty banter between these two. Have a few laughs.....I sure did.

And just because I am so transparent in my opinions I feel I should write that The Mister and I support gay marriage rights.
At this point it is a basic human rights issue.
It really bothers me that some politicians drag the religious aspect of this into it when appealing to their constituents.
Ever heard of separation of church and state ?

OK, getting off my soap box now.
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We painted the dining room and living room last night. It looks like we have a whole new house now. It's amazing what a little paint can do.

Previous to this all the walls in the living room and dining room were white. It was very sterile and antiseptic.
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Oh yeah, and my sweet Emmsie is on YouTube. This was part of her project for Spanish class.

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And because I don't quite lean enough to the left I am off to Whole Foods Market for groceries this morning.







That is all I have for now. Going to do some touching up on the painting.

Have a wonderful day.



Xoooo

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

This week marks the sad passing of Mitch Mitchell, the original drummer for the Jimi Hendrix Experience. He passed away of natural causes in a Portland, OR hotel room earlier in the week. He was the last living member of The Experience.

RIP Mitch....I'm sure you had some stories to tell.

The Mister and I love Hendrix. We often wonder what effect Jimi would have had on modern rock and rap if he were still with us. I'll leave you all to wonder the same.

Do yourselves a favor...go buy a Jimi Hendrix CD, or listen to it on iTunes, crank the speakers to 11 and absorb.....your brain will thank you for it.

Jimi Hendrix trivia time.......did you know the last meal he ate was a tuna sandwich ?

XO

Bunny

An Objection and A Retraction.

The Mister wants to make known his objection to my last post. He feels that it paints an unfair and inaccurate picture of him as an uneducated, monosyllabic, ass scratching, homophobic, "Git Er Dun " type neanderthal.
And really, nothing is further from the truth. He is none of those things.......

Perhaps when describing The Mister my literary and observational skills were somewhat lacking.

I'm not sure how I can accurately describe him......let me think.

Hmm.......

OK, he really has no patience for anything that smacks even remotely of being overly feminine.
Bear in mind, I said overly feminine....like Boy George.
Really, it's not so much Boy George himself that bothers him.....really I thinks it's his deep and abiding aversion to 80's music. However, he listens to New Order.....go figure.

It's just....well....he sort of has a masculinity fetish. He likes manly things......like books about war, power tools, workout equipment and BBQ grills.

He's a man, what can I say ?

I think my perhaps inaccurate representation of him in the last post was drawn from my own experience growing up in a houseful of females.....well....except for my Dad. But then again, my Dad was more steeped in the girly experience having had two daughters. He is well versed in the art of how to pop Barbie's head back on.

Brock has shared with me on many occasions that I would not find any of the aforementioned traits in him at all unusual had I perhaps grown up with a brother or two.

Maybe he's right.

XO
Bunny

P.S.
He did get a lawn mower. Still no deep fryer though.

The Man In My Life.

No one will ever accuse The Mister of being gay. He ( unlike his brother....Clinique moisturizer anyone ? ) does not have an effeminate, metrosexual bone in his body.

He will not go into a Hallmark store with me. He sits in the car listening to sports radio until I return. I can't quite figure out where his aversion to scented candles, Vera Bradley bags and cards that play music comes from.......

And God help him if I listen to Culture Club on the stereo. 25 seconds of Karma Chameleon and he's ready to rip out his short hairs with tweezers.

I bought him very expensive, unscented moisturizer last Christmas. He gets terribly dry skin on his face in the winter and I thought....well......let's just say the bottle is still 95% full.

Why is it still full you ask ? I'm not really sure, but I think it's either because ( in his mind ) real men have dry skin or moisturizer is for pussies. Maybe it's both......

I often tell him he is so butch he makes other straight men look like sissies.
Which, when I tell him this, is often met with some weird mixture of compliment and offense on his part.

Don't misunderstand me.
He is a very sensitive, considerate, thoughtful, loving spouse.
I wouldn't trade him for anything.

However, he's reached all new levels of manhood ( manliness ? ) now that we own our own home. The Mister has a new obsession......it's an affliction really. It has been consuming him for a week now.

He wants a lawn mower.
Needless to say finding a mower this late in the season is proving difficult.
He's bordering on frustration at this point, but when he gets an idea in his head he is like a dog with a bone.



Oh yeah, and he's on the hunt for a deep fryer too.
Why the need for a deep fryer ?
To make hot wings ! What else ?!



I will keep you all apprised of the situation as it unfolds here.



Xooo
Bunny

Retro Music Friday - The Half-Assed House.

This is 10th Avenue Freezeout by Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band. I should note here that Bruce & Co are my Aunt's most favorite band ever. I mean, she loves The Boss like I love R.E.M. It is a love that is total and unconditional.

Ok. Now that that is out of the way... this song is significant today due to our new address. Without giving too much detail I'm sure you can all figure it out.

This particular performance is from Bruce's first performance outside the U.S. - which was in London in 1975. The best part of this song starts at 1:54 - rock out appropriately. ______________________________________________

Why the Half-Assed part you ask ? Because much like the Ocean State itself, there are somethings that are just not quite right about this house.

For example.....the toilet paper holder in the downstairs bath is crooked. There is a piece of molding outside the backdoor that is untreated particle board.....yes....untreated particle board...outside....exposed to the elements.....with no gutter.......getting rained on and rotting. There are paint drips all over the front ( slate ) front porch. There are paint drips all over the driveway....we think he let the four year old paint.......just kidding.

Brock and I have concluded that the previous owners were not the sharpest tools in the shed. It's as if there were...coughcough...white trash who tried to not be white trash but couldn't quite figure out how to get there.

We've done a lot of walking around the house going " WTF ?! " and scratching our heads.

So we are currently going about un-half-assing the house.

Wish us luck.

XOXO

Bunny

Love Is A Many Splendored Thing.

What do I love the best about owning our own home ?
Many things.
Many, many things.

I love not having neighbors in my immediate vicinity. The fact that I can listen to music in the wee hours of the morning without the implementation of ear buds.......AWESOME !
Although I have to say, The Mister in his sometimes futile attempts to keep me in line warned me that he did not want to become " those people " in the neighborhood and requested that I keep the rocking out to a low roar unable to be heard outside the house....buzzkill.

I love having a barn......yes folks......I have a barn. I mean, I'm calling it the barn. It's not really a barn per sey. It more of garage / carport attached to a very, very large shed.
So, for the time being I am calling it the barn.
Yesterday Brock took all the random, white trash crap ( one tractor tire....really ? what does one do with one tractor tire ? ) that the previous owners left behind the barn and placed it in the barn. He felt that the items back there were an eyesore and needed to be dealt with.
He really does not want to be " those people ", does he?

What else do I love......hmmmm.....the massive amounts of space we now have. The fire place. The three bathrooms. The screened in porch.

What do I love the most ?
The absolute best thing about our new house ?
The one thing that sold me on this house ?
The pinnacle of happiness ?

The dishwasher.

Oh yes.
The dishwasher.

I luuuuuuvvvvv the dishwasher.
I never have a dirty dish in my sink now.

In our old place I would look at the sinkful of dirty dishes that had accumulated over a few days time and feel really overwhelmed. Like....oh my god...look at all those dishes ! How am I ever going to clean all. of. those. dishes.

Now I'm breathing free and easy.
And the smell of citrus dishwasher soap is INTOXICATING !
Almost better than vodka.
Almost.

Xoooo
Bunny

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel.

This morning I have a renewed sense of optimism about my country. As the title of my post reads I finally see the light at the end of the GOP tunnel.

The thing that surprised me the most was the overwhelming win Obama had by the end of the night. I feel that his overwhelming win was the American people collectively saying that they are tired of the BS of the past eight years. That the current state of our country is unacceptable.

I won't pontificate too much here, but I'm very happy.

For those living in Massachusetts wondering how I voted on the ballot questions they are as follows;

Question 1 - Ending the 2.65% state income tax - I voted No.

You can't cut 40% of the State's income without serious repercussions. Property taxes and sales taxes will increase exponentially. Our schools, social agencies ( DMR, DCF and DMH ) and infrastructure will suffer greatly.

Question 2 - Decriminalizing Marijuana possesion of less then 1 oz. - I voted yes.

For me it was about not clogging up our judical system with possesion cases. Besides there is more inportant stuff to deal with than chasing dumb college kids toking up behind the shed after dinner.

Question 3 - Ending Greyhound racing - I voted yes.

No real explanation needed here.

If you'll notice, I have a new ticker. ;-)

XO

Bunny

Revelations.

HOLY CRAP ! I LIVE IN RHODE ISLAND !

This was the Revelation I had the other day as I was driving across this city to Lowes.
It's as if you should have to have a passport to come here......seriously.

It hard to put one's finger on it.......there is just something a little off, something not quite right, about the Ocean State.

Brock went to Stop & Shop on Saturday morning and upon his return I think he summed up our new residency status most profoundly and perfectly.

" It's like we're in the St. Pete of New England. "

True that.
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Things seem to be moving along here....thing are getting put in place slowly but surely.
However, every time I unpack a box and feel the slightest bit of accomplishment I turn around and there are six more boxes......and then I'm all like DAMN IT ! WE OWN TOO MUCH CRAP !
I'm sure you can all identify.

Pics once I find the camera - I swear.

XO
Bunny

Moving Sucks, Part II.

I think we might just be the only people who go to the closing on a house with dirty dishes in the trunk of their car.
Something tells me you guys do not find this hard to believe at all though.

Moving sucked. Plain and simple.
I won't go into details because I'm sure you all feel my pain.

I had a bit of a melt down yesterday, but only because my wonderful, loving spouse called me a " baby " for complaining that my legs were killing me after almost 24 solid hours of moving.

Really folks, my legs HURT. I have 17 bruises all up and down my legs, the worst of which being the Granddaddy of all bruises on the inside of my left calf from where I dropped a sub woofer on it.
Ouch.
And my poor calves have muscle spasms everytime I get out of a chair.
Double Ouch.

My cousin Nate came to my rescue Friday night. He came over while Brock was returning the truck and unloaded my car for me.
He also put the bed together and passed our Halloween candy for me. ( yep, moving and trick or treaters all on the same day........FUN ! )

I supposed he owed me one.....you know I did use to wipe his ass for him once upon a time AND I did get him a job.

And Chris.....what can I say about Chris ? He is a total rock star in my book. None of our move could have happened without him.
Chris, if you ever need a kidney I am so there for you man !
YOU ARE THE BEST !
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once I find my camera I will post pics.....until then I bid you farewell.

XO
Bunny

Retro Music Friday - A Day Early.

Since I will be away from my regularly scheduled blog tomorrow I did not want you guys to have to wait for RMF.

So - here goes.

This is the theme song from The Jeffersons.

And since we are moving the hell out of this dump tomorrow I thought it was appropriate.

XO

Bunny

Moving Sucks.

This is about the size of things around here lately.

Ugh.

I cannot wait for this to be over.
Pray for our souls.

XO

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

Europe - The Final Countdown Music Videos SPIKE.com

Yes kids, it is the THE FINAL COUNTDOWN around here. We move one week from today. And believe you me we are counting down the days.
I am sooooo tired of my life being in complete upheaval. There are boxes everywhere......everywhere.

In addition to this, Jen showed me the second video this week at work. I don't feel that I can really do justice describing it to you, so you'll just have to watch it for yourselves.
Although I will say that I can really appreciate the conviction with which this young man performs.
Jen, Karina and I cracked up watching this the other day. Chris however, well, lets just say he's a tough crowd. I think I heard crickets.

This is Europe - Swede Glam Rock. Kinda sound like an oxymoron, doesn't it?
This song was from 1986. I was 10 and in the 5th grade.

XO
Bunny

Offer Me Solutions, Offer Me Alternatives, And I Decline.

Let's all take a deep cleansing breath.

In through the nose and out through the mouth.

Ok, one more time.

In through the nose and out through the mouth.

There.....everyone feeling better now ?

Feeling more centered now ?

No ?

Ok, let us all watch an REM video.

Have I told you guys that I love REM ? Not recently ? OK, well I guess we won't go into now.

Anyone remember The Sheetcake Incident ? Yes, well if I had to write a book about my job this chapter would be called " Return Of The Sheet Cake. My Clients Strike Back "

My two clients ( one of whom I am only owning temporarily ) were bound and determined to get another fucking full fucking sheet cake for 15 people. I had this discussion with both of them two weeks ago about how a FULL FUCKING SHEET CAKE was way too much cake for 15 people. I ordered a lovely 1/4 sheet cake with them TWO WEEKS AGO.

Problem solved.

Or so I thought.

I went into their apartment today and what to my wondering eyes should appear.....A FULL SHEET CAKE !

I could not believe my eyes. I thought I was going to have a full on stroke right there on the kitchen floor.

It gets better ( doesn't it always ? ), the cake had been sitting out in their kitchen since last Saturday.

Oh yeah - so it's gonna be good and skanky by this Saturday.

(I could give a rat's ass....I'm not gonna be the one eating that cake. )

What to do you ask ?

Nothing.

I give up.

I threw my hands in the air and gave them the big 'ol Whatever.

I think Darrell would call this surrender. I call it picking my battles.

Oh yeah, and my boss and I met with another one of my clients this afternoon and, in the span of one hour, I heard every curse word I knew and some I didn't. Which sort of impressed me, 'cause you know I consider myself pretty a cosmopolitan gal well versed in the art of cursing.

Then when I got home I ran into Al in the driveway who asked me if he could come by and show the apartment in the next 15 minutes. I could barely eek out a response as my head was still spinning from the curse-fest of the last hour.

And...and I got hit on at Dunkin Donuts this morning. I'm not kidding. Homeboy was damn lucky that it was only 9AM and it was still too early for me to be pissed off with the world yet.

Thanks for letting me vent. I needed that.

For being so understanding please enjoy this laugh on me. Brock and I were rolling watching this.

Say Hi to your Mother for me.

Xo

Bunny

I ( Heart ) Mark Walhberg.

It all started with the SNL skit entitled Mark Walhberg Talks To Animals. I'm not exactly sure where the inspiration for this particular skit came from. I think it's just sort of a riff on Mark's speech pattern.

Brock cracks up everytime he says " Say Hi to your mother for me. "

I guess Mark didn't find this skit too funny. Here he is on Jimmy Kimmel expressing his displeasure.

Either Mark is a really good sport or he was in on the joke from the beginning. I'm not sure which. I'm glad they made up though. ;-)

I wouldn't want to be on Mark Wahlberg's shit list - No Sirree Bob.

Although if I were ever in a fight or had to " thrown down " with someone(s) I certainly want Mark having my back.

Wouldn't you ?

XO

Bunny

That Was Unfortunate.

OK, there really is no free furniture for us.
The Sox bit it last night against the Rays.

::::::::::sigh::::::::::::


I could go on more of a rant today, but I'm ill and just not feeling it.

Be good.

Xo
Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

Freak Out ? Me ?

Ok, yes. I'm FREAKING OUT over here.
We close on our house two weeks from today.
I could very well lose my mind ( or what is left of it ) before then.

You might just find me sitting in the middle of my living room floor ( which is stacked to the ceiling with boxes, btw), rocking back and forth, blathering incoherently and maybe, just maybe, drooling a little bit too.

I had a little bit of a meltdown on Buffy the other day. She did her best, in the most soothing former beauty queen voice she could muster, to tell be to knock it the fuck off.

Why the freaking out you ask ?
I'm deathly afraid that it will all fall apart.
That for some reason we will not close on this house.
That I will be sitting here, two weeks from now, blogging about how I now have to unpack all of these boxes.

The little part of me that can occasionally be rational knows that it will all be OK.
But really, I don't think I'll be totally OK until they hand me the keys at the close.

So, if between now and then any of you see and/or talk to me and I appear to be losing my mind, just smack me around like a red-headed stepchild.
I will thank you for it eventually.

This is Le Freak by Chic. I believe this song was from 1978. I was two.

Xoooo

Bunny

Retraction.

OK - I was wrong.
The Sox have one more chance to blow it tomorrow at Fenway.
I thought the ALCS was the best of 5 games.
It has been brought to my attention that it is the best of 7.

My bad.

Oh For Crap's Sake !!!!!

Well, I guess there is going to be no free furniture for us.
The Sox got smacked around like a rented mule by the RAYS !

THE F*CKING RAYS !

HELLLOOOOO.....THERE WERE THE BAD NEWS BEARS OF THE MLB LAST YEAR !
THE RAYS !!!???
SERIOUSLY ?????
ARE WE IN SOME SORT OF ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ????

THANKS A LOT WAKEFIELD !!!!

YOU JUST HAD TO GIVE UP TWO HOMERS BACK TO BACK IN THE TOP OF THE FIRST, DIDN'T YOU ??????

GGGGGRRRRRRR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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In happier news, The Mister finally came home yesterday.
WOOO HOOO!
Please excuse me if I walk a little funny today.


How was his marathon time you ask ?
5:53 - Six minutes better than his Disney Marathon time.


Xooooo
Bunny

P.S. Hey Karina......I know someone who has a wee crush on you.

Yet More Fun With The Scanner.

Remember when I told you guys that I really did love my sister and that there were really cute pics of us ?
I wasn't lying.
Here they are;

The back of this pic is dated Spring 1979.

I was 3 and my sister looks

roughly 6 months old.

I remember asking my mom frequently

if I could sleep with her in my bed when she

was a baby.

Mom always said no.

( insert big frowny face here )

This pic is dated November 1979.
I was 3 1/2 and my sister was almost 1.

Can you feel the love in this pic ?

I can.

Brock is running the Chicago marathon tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for him !

I'll post updates on the race tomorrow.

XO

Bunny

Retro Music Friday.

This is Dyslexic Heart by Paul Westerberg. As is the case with most RMF's I had forgotten how much I like this song until I came across it via my online music service.

Paul Westerberg was in a really influential 80's new wave / alternative band called The Replacements. You can read more about him and them HERE.

This song was on the soundtrack to the movie Singles. Which I had also forgotten how much I liked it until I heard this song the other day.

I remember having a wee crush on Campbell Scott at the time Singles was released. Again with the tall, dark and handsome....I know. I KNOW !

BTW, the song and the movie are from 1992. I was 16 and a Sophmore in High School.

Enjoy.

Xoooo

Bunny

P.S. Would you believe I misspelled Dyslexic ? HA HA HA ! IRONY !!!

Parrot.

OK, so I have this client that I particularly enjoy.
She is the bright, shining light on my caseload.
She is a joy and a delight.
As a matter of fact, everyone enjoys this particular client.
Well, everyone except one person and really that just BLOWS MY MIND.

I'm all like, " Dude, for real ? How could you not LOVE her !?"
Whatever.......her loss.


I took this particular client out shopping after a Dr. appointment today. Her ( bamboo ) purse handle had broken on Tuesday and she needed a new handbag. I could not let her walk around with that lame excuse for a purse for one more day.
So it was off to Marshall's we go.

Now I should preface this by saying that this client rehashes conversations to herself. Aloud and in public.
Only these conversations are imaginary and exist only in her head.
They're not conversations that have actually happened.
Sounds crazy, I know. It is actually really kind of cute and endearing.

I've tried to make this client a little more decisive as I've worked with her. In the past she would not have an opinion on anything. At all. Ever.
Now....my God. She's actually deciding what she wants to have for dinner at the pizza shop.
I know this may sound insignificant to you guys, but believe me when I say this is MAJOR PROGRESS.

At any rate. As I was saying, we went to Marshall's this afternoon.
I told her that she needed to find the handbags in the store and pick one out.
Meaning that I wanted her to walk to the display of handbags and that I would follow her.
This resulted in us standing in the front of Marshall's with her staring blankly at me for about two minutes.
Clearly she does not feel comfortable with me following her.
I know...more progress is yet to be made.

After I decided that I was tired of standing in the front of Marshall's I decided to walk and sure enough, she began to shuffle along behind me.

Then the imaginary conversation to herself started.
Now bear in mind, she not actually talking to me. I realize that it may appear rude to those not familiar that I do not engage her when she is yammering on and on like that.
These little conversations she has are more of a self soothing tactic on her part.
So I just let her talk.

Is it bizarre that I completely disregard ( not in a bad way ) people shuffling along behind me talking to themselves about things that have never actually happened ?
Have I been living in the monkey house too long ?

I digress.


This was the imaginary conversation this afternoon.

" My mother was really upset that my purse handle broke. And then I told my mom that it broke on the hayride and that M---( my boss ) broke it and my mom was really upset and I said it's ok mom, it's only a purse and I can buy a new one with Bunny at the store Marshall's and mom was still upset and I said it's ok mom, you'll just have to let it go......"

Have to let it go?
I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.
I'm all like, did she just say " let it go.." ?

Then it dawned on me.

I say " let it go" all the time.

Holy Crap.
She's repeating what I say.
And it's pretty damn funny.
I had to call someone and tell them what just happened.

She did get a new purse. And it is really quite fashionable.

XOO
Bunny

Doing What I Do Best.

So as you've all seen from the last post Brock and I got matching tats on Saturday.
For the most part we've received thumbs up from everyone regarding our tats.

However - if you all remember - I have parents.
And they are thoroughly unimpressed with our matching tattoos.
Especially my Dad.

My Mom has taken the if-I-block-it-out-it-hasn't-really-happened approach to our new body art.
My Dad first tried to get me to admit that I was kidding - the photographic evidence clearly shows that I am not......( they have NO IDEA that this blog exists - they've been tortured enough....poor things )
Then he gave me the sigh followed by the I-can't really-believe-what-I'm-hearing groan.

Neither one of them can quite wrap their heads around it.

I have no earthly idea why they could possibly be shocked by my behavior.
Seriously.
I've never prescribed to the rules they seem to think that I should play by.
I buy organic vegetables and listen to NPR, remember ?
Sometimes I think even they think I'm adopted.........

I many moons ago used to have purple hair.
No really, I did.
I used to also have piercings waaayyy up on my ears.

If you look closely at the tat pics you'll see that I got the purple put back in my hair - but I only did half of my head - so I guess you could say this is me being conservative.

So I will continue to do what it is I do best.
What is that you ask ?
Be myself.
Flying by the seat of my pants and having a blast doing it.

XO
Bunny

Ten Years & Tats.

Just in case some of you thought that I only talked the talk.
I also walk the walk.
I really did get a tattoo.
Here is the photographic evidence.

BTW, this is Tom.
As far as tattoo artists go he was awesome.
And no, it did not hurt all that much.
It mostly felt like a really prolonged bee sting.

I really don't have a double chin.

I had to look down for my tattoo.

The finished product.

Brock getting his tat done.



Finished product.

Why tats you ask ?
As I’m sure is the case with any married couple, you take a certain amount of pride in the length of time that you’ve been married.
Being married certainly is not easy at times.
Those of you who really know us know that we’ve had some insanely difficult times.
We’ve been handed more crap in ten years than most people are handed in a lifetime.
I’ve often told Brock that I feel like we’re in a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean with only each other.
I’ve got one paddle and he’s got the other.
We’re really quite proud that we’ve been married this long.
A nice dinner out wouldn’t have covered the depth of emotion here.
That’s why the tats.

Now back to my regularly scheduled nonsense.
We went out Friday night and saw Craig Ferguson at the Wilbur Theatre.
He’s funny as hell.
I believe the show we were at is eventually going to be a Comedy Central Special, so watch for it. We also had dinner at Myers & Chang. Yum.
Although the waiter decided to act like a little bitch at the end.
Whatever dude.

Brock also scared some ( I think ) Italian tourists in an elevator Friday night.
Seriously.
Yeah, I know.
They were scared of Brock……
I think they thought he was going to mug them.
And the tattoo guy apologized to Brock for tucking paper towel in the back of my shirt yesterday. He ( the tattoo guy ) explained that he wasn’t hitting on me.
Does Brock look menacing ?

I tease him that he looks like a thug....but I'm only teasing.

If anyone have thoughts as to why people seem to be intimidated by Brock I'd love to hear them.

Have a wonderful day.

XO

Bunny

10.

I’ve been married to Brock for ten years today.

He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me and he knows it.
I can’t imagine my life without him.
He is my compass, my anchor and my best friend.
He knows when to push me and when to back off.
When to laugh with me ( or sometimes at me ) and when I need a hug.

He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth.

I can be insanely difficult to be married to, but somehow he makes it look easy.

I’ve been married to this man for ten years, and they’ve been the ten best years of my life.

I love you Baby.

XO
Me

Retro Music Friday.

This was our wedding song.

No further explanation needed.

Have a great day.

XO

Bunny

Countdown To 10. Chapter Three.

I am very, very tired this evening. So please forgive me if this post lacks that journalistic punch you may have come looking for here today. And I'm really truly sorry this is a few days late.

Chapter 3. The Planter's Cheeseball Incident.

As I have written previously I went home with Brock for spring break the first year we met. I remember eating Planter's Cheeseballs in the car on the ride there. ( I don't know if they even still make these, do they ? I'm not up on my orange, fake cheese snackfoods these days for previously stated reasons. i.e. I don't eat dairy foods.)

Brock had to take the front seats out of his car to run wire for new speakers ( yeah, I know..in an Escort ? ) and lo and behold, under the passenger seat were 450,000 stale Planter's Cheeseballs in varying degrees of smashed-ness. He recalls being really perturbed with me that he had to clean up my cheeseball mess and I was 927 miles away. He claims that I not only spilled the chesseballs, but that in fact also mashed them into the carpet on purpose.

You know, I really don't remember spilling the cheeseballs. I really don't. And really, I think I lack the deviousness to smash cheeseballs into the carpet ( of an Escort ) with Brock sitting right next to me for 1000+ miles.

I remember him calling me, not to whisper sweet nothings, but to complain to me about cleaning up my cheeseball mess ( in the Escort ).
He's said that he and his Dad were like a couple of CSI detectives upon the removal of the seats.
They're all like " What the hell is all this....??"
And then suddenly Brock recalls The Cheeseballs.
And then he said " EVIL,EVIL WOMAN ! "

However, he was unable to stay angry with me for too long.

I asked Brock to recall this incident while I was typing this and he said
" Yeah, thanks babe. It wasn't enough that I had a cheesy car, I had to have cheese smashed into the carpet of my cheesy car. Yeah, thanks. Now I'm gonna have an axe to grind for two days. "

As I have written previously Brock and I had many difficult times early in our marriage and there are, unfortunately, not too many funny stories from this time.
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However, I feel that I should also throw in a little T&T (Todd & Therese ) story here.
Therese met Todd right around the same time that I met Brock.
Todd lived downstairs from Therese and I - Brock lived on the other side of campus.
Therese and I used to get home from class around the same time everyday.
I don't recall Todd's class schedule...however I do recall that he worked out quite a bit.
I always knew when Todd returned from a workout as Trix nearly lost her mind at about 4 pm everyday.
Trix used to beckon me to her room ( her window overlooked the front steps of the building),where I always found her crouched down in the corner of the window, peeking out from the drapes as not to be seen.
Then she would whisper to me;

" Hey girl, shhh...shhhh.....come here....look !! Look ! It's HOT BOD TODD !! "

Gotta give Trix mad props, she decided that was the man for her and she went after him.
At the risk of being cliche...YOU GO GIRL !

XO
Bunny

Countdown To 10. Chapter Two.

We had spent the remainder of the school year spending every waking minute with each other.
We went to the beach a lot and walked and talked.
We went to downtown Charleston and walked and talked.
I went home to Indiana with him during spring break. Where he introduced me to his mother ( Hi Paula ! ) as " Mom, this is my woman. " < I never let him forget that either......


As the school year wrapped up Brock and I both had to go back to our respective homes. He to Indiana and me to Massachusetts. Which, when you've got stars in your eyes is REALLY FREAKIN' FAR APART !

I think we spent about 4 or 5 weeks apart from each other.

GAH !
THE PAIN ! THE AGONY !

I'm sure that during this time I was totally off my rector and that if they thought they could have gotten away with it my parents surely would have murdered me.

We talked on the phone A LOT. I do have memories of my mother screaming at me about running up the phone bill.
We sent a lot of cards and letters.
I was like some sort of war bride running to the mailbox everyday.



As the weeks clicked by I had an opportunity to work in Maine for the the summer.
EVEN FURTHER AWAY FROM BROCK ! ! NOOOOO !!!!
I decided that I could no longer do without him, so I got him a job where I was working for the summer.


Upon hearing about said job, Brock got in his car ( an '89 escort ) and drove from Culver, Indiana to North Attleboro, Massachusetts in one day.
Which, if you're interested to know, is 927 miles.

I remember waiting and waiting and waiting for him to get to my house. I knew he was coming and it felt like an ETERNITY !

And then, the doorbell rang. And I ran to get it like my ass was on fire.
We made out on my parent's front porch for at least 5 minutes or so.

We also had ( most deadly silent ) sex on my parent's pull out sofa in the living room in the middle of the night that night.
Shhhh...don't anyone tell my dad.
Don't misunderstand....I took the lid off the cookie jar long before this point.

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Not long ago I asked Brock why he drove from Indiana to Massachusetts in one day.
This is what he said;

" I was 20, horny and I HAD TO SEE YOU ! "

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The neat little bow on the end of this chapter is that Brock asked me to marry him ( he had a ring and everything ! ) at the end of the summer.
We'd been together for less than a year.
I'm sure everyone we knew thought we were totally nuts.

Random Brock fact #2:
My mother was completely enamored with Brock upon first meeting him as he has proved to be the only person in the universe that can make reasonably behave myself - something she was never able to achieve.


Chapter 3 tomorrow.

XO
Bunny

Countdown To 10.

Seeing as how our 10th anniversary is this week I thought that perhaps I would regale all of you with amusing tales of our relationship though the years - or perhaps just a little chronology of events thus far.

Chapter One.

Brock and I met on December 3, 1995. We were introduced by our mutual friend Walter. Walter felt very strongly that Brock and I belonged together and was determined to make it so.
(I'm not sure if I've ever told you guys this before, so forgive me if I'm repeating myself. )
Walter used to bring Brock over to the apartment where I lived with Therese & Katra and after about 15 minutes of socializing Walter would get up and leave, leaving Brock at my apartment with me. Alternately to this, Walter also used to come over to my apartment and get me and tell me that we were going to go out - when really all he would do was drive me over to where Brock was living at the time, dump me there and leave after about 15 minutes.

I'm not entirely sure if it was a desperate attempt to get Walter off our backs or if we were really starting to dig each other, but we ended up going on a date five nights later - December 8th, 1995.

Brock insists that I shot him down in his 1st attempt to ask me out.
I prefer not to think of it this way.
I felt kind of bad for Brock that Walt was dumping him with me all the time. At that time Brock was really incredibly shy and I really felt that he didn't like me at all- really I was trying to give him an out as if to say " Look dude, I know Walt's been putting you up to all this and it's really OK if you just want to take off - no hard feelings. "

As it turns out Brock did actually like me.
I think it took slightly longer for me to warm up to him - as I have said he was incredibly shy and really didn't say much of anything to me for at least three weeks.

But he kept asking me out and I kept saying yes.
And on these dates I talked and talked and talked - probably wildly gesticulating and talking about something completely inane and ridiculous.
And Brock continued to say nothing much - mostly he listened to me yammer on and on and on.

I couldn't figure out why he kept asking me out as really all it seemed we were doing was a whole lot of me talking and him listening.

(Several years later Brock admitted to me that he was quite smitten with me at the time - that the other girls just weren't like me....)

Then Christmas break happened and we both went home for the holidays. I have no memory as to whether or not we called each other during this time. However I believe during this time Brock's brother Bill tried introducing him to another young lady whom he's said he was just not interested in.

We both ended up back on campus early and well before our respective roommates.

The first night we were back Brock came over to my place and we talked all night long.
We talked until at least 5:30 in the morning.
We could not get enough of each other.
We've been together ever since.

And in case you were wondering - he kissed me first.


Random Brock fact #1:
When I met Brock he would/did not wear jeans. At all. Ever.

Tune into tomorrow for Chapter 2.

Xo
Bunny.

The Personification Of Cool.

They just don't make them like they used to.

RIP Paul.

Taiwan ( squared ).

WHFC called....AGAIN. More specifically our social worker Jane called. She left a message on my cell yesterday wanting make sure that we ABSOLUTELY want to apply to the Taiwan program and said application's repercussions on our application that is currently collecting dust in China **.

She asked that I call her to discuss our options. I guess she feels this warrants further discussion.

:::::::sigh::::::::

At this point I'm not entirely sure what other options we have.
Some countries won't even take us.
Other countries we were going to apply to have since closed.
We can't even apply to get a child from DCF.
And - old news here - we certainly won't be having our own biological children.

Am I disgruntled ? Not currently.
Perhaps you would have gotten a different answer from me a year ago.
Brock and I have made peace with the fact that we may never have a family. And it is really OK with us.

I find it slightly amusing when well meaning, well intentioned but highly misinformed people say stuff to me like;

" Oh, they'll call you any day now..."

and

" Can't you just call them and ask what is taking so long ? "


I suppose it would be just that easy it Disney had it's own adoption agency. Then maybe a little blue bird would show up on my window sill, singing happy little songs to me and small woodland creatures would beckon me to the Forest and in a sun bathed clearing would be a cherub cheeked baby waiting for me to take it home.

OK, I got way off base there for a sec, sorry.

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I guess I blinked first. My much coveted duvet was on sale at Target yesterday - so I bought it.

Also, I had a mole check with my new dermatologist yesterday and she told me I have " nice moles ". I took it as a compliment.
My grandmother used to call my moles " beauty marks ".

Happy Saturday All !

Xooo
Bunny

**Our file has not even made it into the review room yet, and our 18 mo. LIDiversarry was last week.

Retro Music Friday.

I had many, many ideas swirling in my head for this week's video. I was really having a difficult time making a decision. Really. I heard this song on the car radio yesterday, which, come to think of it is the only place I listen to the radio anymore....but I digress.

I've loved this song for as long as I can remember. Brock however, well, let's just say this song lacks the street cred he looks for in retro tunes. When he hears this song he gets that look on his face like he'd rather me smack him in the forehead repeatedly with a soup ladle.

I've always said our musical tastes differ.

Although he is quite fond of THIS SONG, which surprises me quite frankly.

And another thing - did you know that Brock has NO MEMORY of Solid Gold ! I know, I'm just as shocked as you are. I LOVED Solid Gold !

At any rate, this is Matthew Wilder. Rhapsody has him categorized at singer-songwriter. Which sort of implies a Harry Chapin-James Taylor sort of feel - which I don't get from him. I think the only thing he may have in common with the singer-songwriter ilk is a strong resemblance to Jim Croce. It's sort of like he's Jim Croce's only-moderately-successful-younger-brother.

This song was released in 1983. I was 7 and in the 1st -2nd grade.

Enjoy.

XO

Bunny

Taiwan, Again.

WHFC called again yesterday to enquire as to whether or not we are still interested in applying to the Taiwan program.
And I'm all like, " Duh...gee, hmmm....would we still like a kid ? Hmm...gotta think on that one. "

Of course I called back today and said " YES PLEASE, WE'D STILL LIKE TO BECOME PARENTS BEFORE WE DIE ! "

So it turns out that WHFC may have an opening for the Taiwan program sometime in the future. They are not exactly sure when.

OK, so the purpose of them calling me was what ? I'm not really sure.
But they might call us sometime in the future for a possible opening.

Like I said to my friend Zen Darrell today, when most people want to have a family they screw and hope for the best.
Not us.
Apparently we are incapable of doing anything the easy way.

XO
Bunny.

Subject: Different Priorities.

This was excerpted from an email I sent Steph on Saturday AM.
Enjoy - and please try not to be too offended.



Hey -
Not you and I. No no, that would be the hubs and I.
Just last night I was coveting a new duvet @ Target.
I know, I'm a cheap date......
I really liked this duvet. I mean really. It so fit the vision of what I want our new bedroom to be.
And since our mortgage was fully approved yesterday I felt that perhaps is was OK to splurge a little.

I have to say, I've been very...ahh...restrained in my purchases lately. I've really been trying hard to be good - which has been quite a job for me. I've always said that my halo was affixed to a set of horns with duct tape....or perhaps super glue - SG being more visually appealing.
My only recent extravagances this week have been one ( ONE ! ) trip to Starbucks and some new eye shadow.
Needless to say, this duvet was calling my name.
" Oh happy consumer....you want me...I am a beautiful duvet...I have matching shams....BUY ME ! "

However, I was standing next to the hubs who gave me that disapproving look that I swear he learned from my mother.
So I put the duvet down to let him believe he'd won this battle.

This morning I was looking at Target.com to see if by some retail miracle the duvet would be a little less expensive online....I had to build my case.
Alas, it was the same price online as in the store. Which only left me to concoct Plan C - which I'm even entirely sure what that is yet.

So this morning the Hubs throws a magazine down in front of me. More to the point it was the back of Runner's World where they have all the ads.
There is an ad from Adam & Eve advertising 50% off all purchases for subscribers of said magazine.
FYI ( though I'm sure you already know this..) Adam & Eve are the purveyors of.....ahhemm.....adult novelties.
The hubs told me to check it out, meaning......go ahead and buy sex toys.
Really, who can pass up a deal for 50% off sex toys ? Certainly not Brock.
This is where his Paula encoded frugality DNA comes into play I guess.

I was at first apoplectic, then I was miffed.
He had the nerve to give me a bunch of shit about wanting to buy a new duvet - but somehow sex toys are OK ???

I fail to see how the purchase of a duvet will surely put us into financial ruin, but by God, sex toys are somehow the on ramp of the road to salvation.

:::::::::::Sigh:::::::::

XO
Me

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At this point ( Monday night ) we neither have a new duvet or sex toys.
I wonder who is gonna blink first ?

XO
Bunny

18.

18 flippin' months of waiting.

:::::::sigh::::::::

XO

Bunny.

P.S. # 18 on the Sox is Dice-K.

Oh yeah, The President.....he's a real winner.

Retro Music Friday - A Day Late.

Sorry I'm a little late with this. Brock and I got really busy helping Chris move yesterday and well, the day just kinda got away from me.

OK, now that that is out of the way we can proceed with this week's RMF. This is She Works Hard For The Money by Donna Summer. As you'll remember from previous RMFs there are certain songs that remind me of certain people, places and / or events. Every time I hear this song I think of Steph.Steph runs her own business and she works quite hard for the money. So, mad props to Steph.

This song was released in 1983. I was seven and in the 2nd grade. My 2nd grade teacher was Mrs. Glode and I remember liking her quite a bit. My class was the last year she taught before she retired. She had one foot in the grave when I was in the 2nd grade, so I'm sure she's probably passed on by now.

BTW, did you know that Donna Summer is from Boston ?

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In other news;

My mother and my co-worker Teresa are now proud new owners of kittens. My mom named her kitten Maggie and I believe Teresa named her kitten Genghis Chat ( silent H ).

Our mortgage was approved yesterday ! WOOOOO HOOOOO !! Not that we were worried that it wasn't going to be, it's just official now. We're planning on moving on Halloween.

XO

Bunny