tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26467726394943697142024-02-07T20:58:00.658-05:00Down the Rabbit HoleIs it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.comBlogger574125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-75657520065142394912012-04-10T11:44:00.002-04:002012-04-10T11:59:15.732-04:00TMI Tuesday<center><p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://tmituesdayblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/tmi_guiltypleasures.jpg"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-658" title="tmi_guiltypleasures" src="http://tmituesdayblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/tmi_guiltypleasures.jpg?w=469&h=518" alt="" height="518" width="469" /></a></p> <p><span style="color:#0000ff;"><em>Today’s fun TMI Tuesday questions were submitted by Jz from <a href="http://areluctantbitch.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">“A Reluctant Bitch”</a> blog. Enjoy!</em></span></p> <p style="text-align:center;">————-</p> <p><span style="color:#800080;">Love, Hate, and Guilty Secrets. We never mind telling people about things we love or hate, but how about the things we love, but would hate for anyone to find out about?</span></p> <p><span style="color:#800080;">Well, it’s time to free yourself of that fear!</span></p> <p><span style="color:#800080;">For each of the categories below, list one thing you love, one that you hate, and then, take a deep breath and tell us something you hate to admit you love.</span></p> <p><span style="color:#800080;">Really.</span><br /><span style="color:#800080;"> You’ll feel better for it!</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">1. Food</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">SASHIMI</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">MUSHROOMS</span></span> (jock itch = fungus; athlete's foot = fungus; mushrooms = fungus)<br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">RAW GARLIC</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">2. Apparel</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">JEANS</span></span>, I'll even wear them to church when I can get away with it<br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">SLEEVELESS TOPS</span></span>, if you saw my upper arms you would understand<br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">GRANNY PANTIES (shut up! they are comfortable)</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">3. Books</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">BIOGRAPHIES</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">HARLEQUIN ROMANCES</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is (tie)<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Janet Evanovich books and Fifty Shades of Grey series</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">4. Songs</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vivaldi's Four Seasons</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kesha</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheap Trick's Dream Police</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">5. Movie</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love<span style="font-weight: bold;"> The Princess Bride</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Amelie</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bridesmaids, 40-Yr-Old Virgin, and the like</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">6. TV Show</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOUSE</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">most reality shows</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Last Man Standing</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">7. Celebrity Crush</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wes Bentley</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rob Schneider</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rachel Weiss</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">8. Music Group</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Queen</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Celine Dion </span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Styx</span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#000000;">9. Sports Team</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">RED WINGS!!</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Broncos</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blackhawks</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bonus:</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> Sex Position or Sex Act or fetish</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">OMG, I will take anything I can get these days. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> I hate <span style="font-weight: bold;">Not getting any</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> My guilty secret is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gay porn</span><br /></span></p> <p>————-</p> <p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>How to play TMI Tuesday:</strong></span> Copy the above <a href="http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/">TMI Tuesday</a> questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to <a href="http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/">tmituesdayblog </a>from your website!</p> <p style="text-align:center;"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><em><strong>Happy TMI Tuesday!</strong></em></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br />To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-44681120426806903222011-11-08T17:51:00.002-05:002011-11-08T18:12:15.673-05:00Paging Dr. House<center><div style="text-align: left;">I am becoming a female Dr. House. No, I didn't go to med school when I wasn't blogging. Yes, I've always been something of a sarcastic, self-centered bitch. The change? I now carry Vicodin everywhere I go and sometimes feel I'm gobbling it down like the leftover Halloween candy.<br /><br />At the ripe old age of 44, I've come down with <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=3&ved=0CGwQFjAC&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FHerpes_zoster&ei=-rK5TvbfPKSLsQLL5OzGCA&usg=AFQjCNHXCRoNeyeSA-d1wSp8xsmwXKCznA">shingles</a>. Herpes zoster. Chicken pox - the sequel.<br /><br />If you have the choice to develop shingles or not, GO WITH NOT. Seriously. If you've had chicken pox, get the shingles vaccine. Your insurance may not pay for it until you're 50 to 60 years old. If that's the case, lobby the insurance company or just knuckle down and pay for it out of pocket (the price is coming down and your local pharmacy may actually have it cheaper than your doctor). Shingles is THAT miserable. You may still develop shingles after having the vaccine, but it will be far less severe than without the vaccine.<br /><br />Here's the thing: if you've never had chicken pox, you can't develop shingles. If you or your kids haven't had chicken pox, get the chicken pox vaccine. Yes, a parent of an autistic child is advocating vaccines. (Vaccines DO NOT cause autism. Don't listen to Jenny McCarthy)<br /><br />God, I'm a preachy bitch, aren't I? Sorry. I just really, really don't want anyone to go through this misery. The pain is ridiculous (they thought I had kidney stones or appendicitis until the rash finally appeared, trailing the pain by almost a week). The treatment is no picnic. The anti-herpes drugs can make you nauseous (Valtrex & Vicodin, in my case) and the Lidoderm patches that help immensely are pricey and not always covered by insurance. My insurance covered the patches, but my co-pay for 3 was still $30. Depending on the pharmacy they run $100 to $200 PER PATCH (3x3").<br /><br />Otherwise, things are not horrible. Marriage remains sexless, but Spousehole has been good to me while I've been suffering. Kids are cute as all get out and doing great in school. Two cats died in six months, but they were older and it wasn't wholly unexpected. Remaining cat is a sweetheart who has really come out of her shell since the boys died. A rabbit fell into our laps soon after cat #2 died, so the cat has a furry friend. A furry female friend who nonetheless likes to mount and hump the poor cat. Hopefully spaying the bun will allow them to remain platonic friends.<br /><br />What have y'all been up to?<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br /><br />To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-62070901189093826032011-02-11T11:49:00.002-05:002011-02-11T12:06:58.618-05:00My Mom, 1941-2010Not much has changed in my day to day life, hence not much blogging. Same old, same old. Mostly sexless marriage (May 2009 was the last time. Almost 2 years.). Same adorable, but aggravating kids, only bigger.<br /><br />Well, there was one big change.<br /><br />My mom died.<br /><br />No one was expecting it and we're still taking it hard. She died on July 2. Talking to my dad one moment, saying something didn't feel right, and dead the next. Truly it was that fast. She had an abdominal aortic aneurysm and it burst. When that happens, one bleeds out very, very fast.<br /><br />Of course my dad has had the hardest time, though he tries not to let it show. He's not one to sit around dwelling on things or feeling sorry for himself. But he admits he cries at least once every day still. He'll hear something or think of something and immediately think "I've got to tell Jan that" and then he remembers and his heart is broken all over again. He never, ever expected to survive Mom. Dad is 6 years older and continues to smoke despite having already had a triple bypass and carotid artery disease. His whole life, especially all his retirement planning, involved planning for Mom to carry on without him. It's been all about making sure she would be okay.<br /><br />But she died as she would have wanted, if not WHEN she would have wanted. Mom's deepest fears were a lingering illness and being in pain. Both her parents suffered greatly before they died and she really, really wanted to avoid that. She got her wish. She beat colon cancer and uterine cancer (cancer-free 17 years) and in the end it was high blood pressure, leading to the aneurysm, that got her. But she didn't suffer and for that I rejoice.<br /><br />Mostly though, I just miss my mommy.<br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-68296697330818707122011-02-06T17:43:00.002-05:002011-02-06T18:05:13.358-05:00Let's Just Jump Right Back InWikileaks founder Julian Assange is accused of rape in Sweden. A friend and I have been having a pretty heated debate about whether the facts, as reported, qualify as rape.<br /><br />Assume the facts are as set forth below. Then tell me if you think either woman was raped, was assaulted in a manner less than rape, or no crime was committed, or whatever your view is, ON THESE ASSUMED FACTS.<br /><br />Woman1 meets man through work. Is a little in awe of him because of his public position. Invites him to her apartment where things progress to the parties agreeing to engage in sexual intercourse. She says he must wear a condom. He complains and tries to talk her out of requiring a condom. She insists. The parties have sex, with a condom. The condom fails (whether by chance or by the man's underhanded tampering) and the woman's body comes in contact with the man's semen, a occurrence she was specifically trying to avoid.<br /><br />Woman2 meets man through work. After a couple days of working together, they go out to dinner and she invites him to her apartment. The parties have consensual sexual intercourse, after a negotiation regarded condom usage that results in the man wearing a condom. The parties sleep together, nude, in the woman's bed. In the morning, the woman awakens to the man entering her, sans condom. She does not object, does not ask that he put on a condom<br />(she says she was aware that he did not have a condom on), and agrees that she at that point consented to intercourse continuing to completion.<br /><br />Both women later ask man to be tested for STDS or provide evidence of recent STD testing showing him to be free of infection. He declines, having left their country and planning to never see either woman again.<br /><br />IMO, this man is an asshole. No question. If he has an infection, he obviously should tell them. If he does not or does not know, he should be tested and provide the results. Any gentleman would<br />do that without hesitation. His failure to do this is stupid and would be illegal in many US states if he was infected with HIV (and sometimes other STDs), knew of the infection, and failed to inform his partners.<br /><br />Intentionally sabotaging a condom and unprotected intercourse with prior knowledge that a partner objects to unprotected intercourse might be charged as battery by allowing one's bodily fluids to come in contact with a person who objected to such. However, this might be difficult, as any person who agrees to sexual contact with another person, even with a condom, is consenting to whatever contact might occur if the condom fails.<br /><br />BUT HERE'S THE MAIN QUESTION: Was the second woman raped when she awoke to find her sexual partner from a few hours before entering her, she did not object and in fact consented to the sex act continuing?<br /><br />Clearly having sex with a completely unconscious person would be rape. But who among us has not had "wake-up" sex? Does it make a difference if the persons are regular sexual partners or have only had sex once?<br /><br />Please discuss, but keep it polite, 'k?<br /><br />Yes, I'll post an update on my life soon, thanks for the well-wishes and concerns :-)<br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-40068998540532256822011-02-02T11:29:00.003-05:002011-02-02T11:35:48.368-05:00Snowpocalypse 2011!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgQZW-_ZPAUaRcjRTub5a8d09fMs71HAB0kOTsGWPYQIEz7YudHfwttYu6hu7HyPLuCl4aAR7jeH4iCG8Q1yHMJYGsMGUhPsQo2xEdAT18GFBunTHz-gR8vMbBKcudEvqSnJas9ehNDc/s1600/snowpocalyspe2011+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgQZW-_ZPAUaRcjRTub5a8d09fMs71HAB0kOTsGWPYQIEz7YudHfwttYu6hu7HyPLuCl4aAR7jeH4iCG8Q1yHMJYGsMGUhPsQo2xEdAT18GFBunTHz-gR8vMbBKcudEvqSnJas9ehNDc/s320/snowpocalyspe2011+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569131528874932194" border="0" /></a><br />Dude, it snowed.<br /><br />Here in Chi-town we haven't gotten the ice that has plagued so many, but we got snow. A couple feet on our driveway and reports of more to come.<br /><br />I'm going to have to learn to back out of the driveway, because Spousehole only shoveled enough for backing out, not for turning around. Maybe snow bumpers will help keep from hitting the house (again) or neighbor's fence (again).<br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br />To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-41300300133989765092010-05-20T08:19:00.003-04:002010-05-20T08:29:08.536-04:00HNT - 5 Year Anniversary!<center><div style="text-align: left;">Can you believe HNT has been going for FIVE years now??? Happy Anniversary to all the HNTers out there and especially to <a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/">Os </a>without whom we wouldn't even have HNT!! Os, YOU ROCK!<br /><br />In honor of HNT's 5th Anniversary, here is my very first HNT from back in 2007. (I would recreate it for today, but my toes are looking pretty scary right now - been awhile since my last pedicure!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3s7CVtkbuEBh3vKrredJfHUC91H6Oa8YtAten4Djb4PrLhXCS9pRIZK5yo3-AzVEesWVRiFEAgesiaAkL724yhO4IkaBB2Mtwk0-StgNVVU9MJsZKyKUDIVrypSOa1ZvJAJkVgW-l0WN/s200/half+nekkid+feet.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3s7CVtkbuEBh3vKrredJfHUC91H6Oa8YtAten4Djb4PrLhXCS9pRIZK5yo3-AzVEesWVRiFEAgesiaAkL724yhO4IkaBB2Mtwk0-StgNVVU9MJsZKyKUDIVrypSOa1ZvJAJkVgW-l0WN/s200/half+nekkid+feet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/">Now go give Os some love!</a><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br />To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-74729629142877231262010-05-17T11:39:00.004-04:002010-05-17T12:15:37.404-04:00The Root of the Problem<center><div style="text-align: left;">We were told that the basement of our new-to-us house in suburban Chicago was very, very dry. Never a water problem. Ever.<br />So imagine our surprise Thursday morning, waking up to 4" of water in the basement. The carpet and pad were floating on the water. Spousehole poured water out of the computer case. Worst of all: the poor cats were trapped in the utility room and the fat one couldn't jump up on the washer or dryer because he's SO fat (25 lbs., if you were wondering). He was a very wet baby.<br /><br />We had a bad storm Wed night/Thur morn and most of the water in the basement was storm water. But not all. There was some "blackwater" too. Ewww.<br /><br />Eventually it was determined that there was a break in the sewer line somewhere between the house and the road. Wastewater has been draining into the front yard, probably since we moved in last month, but the storm pushed the soil beyond the saturation point and, voila!, a back-up.<br /><br />They had to dig a trench in the basement and access the line that way. They took out some enormous roots that had pressed down on the clay pipe and shattered it, along with some more roots out near the street that were blocking the line as well. It was a huge mess. It's hard seeing what was your nice comfy family room become a mud-filled disaster zone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZm8C_xgVB4CcVgq5ux8LWhiAFejLdzOa24D1w3khZaRw-QPO0QpEOCrkGboO_OUGMvV3t3RfH0iJ4Oc1qIBwV1Ys8De8i23Q-6L6hsqIfaFQ8fO3fP-P439T_KakEQp_WUs_474ezLW8/s1600/Basement+flood+2010+May+056.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZm8C_xgVB4CcVgq5ux8LWhiAFejLdzOa24D1w3khZaRw-QPO0QpEOCrkGboO_OUGMvV3t3RfH0iJ4Oc1qIBwV1Ys8De8i23Q-6L6hsqIfaFQ8fO3fP-P439T_KakEQp_WUs_474ezLW8/s320/Basement+flood+2010+May+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472268392140407634" border="0" /></a>New pipe was laid and we can once again pee, shower, wash dishes, wash clothes, and in all ways dispose of liquids in a sanitary manner. The family room reconstruction will have to wait until everything is dry.<br /><br />The Rabbit family has been welcomed to Illinois in a spectacular fashion.<br /><br />To top off my fabulous time, Spousehole is mad at me but I have no idea why. This morning my daughter presented me with Spousehole's wedding ring, saying "Mommy, look what I found!" I hate these little games of his. Sometimes it makes me hate him.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.fmylife.com/">FML </a><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><i><br />To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-38597532176571272662010-03-17T22:18:00.003-04:002010-03-17T22:36:48.532-04:00Well we're moving on up . . .Up north, that is. Back to where we once belonged. Sort of. After trying very hard to find something here in SC, turning down a couple jobs that would have required big moves, we gave up and Spousehole accepted a position in a northern midwestern state. Not the one where we came from, but not far away.<br />We're making our way to the hog butcher for the world, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, the city of big shoulders. The Queen of the West. Or as Monte Burns once called it "The Miami of Canada" (which always reminds of one of my favorite late, greatTV shows -<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Due_South"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/94/Due_south_cast_photo.jpg/220px-Due_south_cast_photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Otherwise known as Chicago. Okay <a href="http://projectchristopher.blogspot.com/">Chris</a> and <a href="http://stephenrader.blogspot.com/">Stephen</a>, not really Chicago, but the 'burbs. Not sure which 'burb yet, since we haven't found a house. So Chicago<span style="font-style: italic;">land</span>; is that better?<br /><br />Back to snow. Back to schools not rated the second lowest in the land (SC schools motto: Thank God for Mississippi!). Back to expensive frickin' real estate. Back to houses with basements! (<span style="font-style: italic;">swoon</span>; I never knew I'd miss basements so much).<br /><br />Guess it's time to change the location setting on my favorite hook-up site . . . which is a big laugh, since I've been very chaste since moving to SC, including within my marriage. Once since I moved here in September 2008. Once. Yeah, that's right: ONCE.<br /><br />Can you feel the frustration?<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-75221928513281345902009-12-16T18:54:00.002-05:002009-12-16T19:15:11.655-05:00Random BitesMy new favorite fake band name: <a href="http://www.politico.com/livepulse/1209/The_smoking_tweet.html?showall#">Dick Durbin and the Smoking Tweets</a><br /><br />LOL funny: <a href="http://www.doonesbury.com/strip/dailydose/index.html">Tiger's Magical Mistress Tour</a><br /><br />Upon hearing about<a href="http://www.nypost-drive-online.net/p/news/international/russian_nightclub_fire_leaves_dead_j9Q2YKOmljRHItXmKTJveJ"> this awful tragedy</a>, my first thought was prayers for the victims and their families. My second thought: there are nightclubs in <span style="font-style: italic;">Siberia</span>?<br /><br />It's good to know research time and money are being well spent: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fdigg.com%252Fd31Cq0I%253Ff&h=d38a22d8fe2b02b8512271e81ab4372f&ref=mf">Study shows it's more painful to rip off a Band-Aid slowly. </a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.postandcourier.com/news/2009/dec/15/literacy-backed-as-schools-top-job/">Literacy backed as Charleston schools' top job</a>: since this is a <span style="font-style: italic;">new</span> policy, what was their emphasis <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span>?<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-35111859423850607642009-11-30T15:12:00.002-05:002009-11-30T15:19:08.826-05:00Back home and back to the same-old, same-oldThe long Thanksgiving weekend was relatively uneventful, having been spent mostly in the Mommyvan driving to and from Michigan. 32 hours in the car over 4 days, plus potty and food breaks, is a little too much togetherness. Spousehole and I were each on the verge of homocide by Sunday night. Kids, each other - we were willing to take out anyone necessary to obtain the peace we sought.<br /><br />If I never set foot in another McDonald's, I will be a happy, happy woman. I know the kids love it, but I'm willing to sacrifice their happiness.<br /><br />We're back to 'kids go to school, I hang out at the library, Spousehole talks to potential employers on the phone.' New week, same old thing.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-16619633983591574942009-11-19T11:03:00.002-05:002009-11-19T11:15:36.496-05:00Easing back in . . .I get to go home for Thanksgiving! I'm very excited. We didn't make it home for Turkey Day last year and didn't expect to this year, but now we're going! Spousehole has an interview in an adjoining Midwestern state the day before Thanksgiving, so the whole family is going along and heading to Grandma's for turkey, stuffing, etc. My mom is actually not so thrilled. She was thinking she wouldn't cook and she and my dad would just take my nephew and my sister (if she doesn't have to work) out to eat. But with all of us coming, it makes more sense to stay home. I have offered to cook, just using her food, kitchen, etc. but I don't know if she can handle that. If she watches me cook, she'll just feel I'm doing it all "wrong" and try to take over.<br /><br />I haven't sprung on them that coming home for Thanksgiving means we may not make it for Christmas ($ and all), but I don't really want to think about that either. I've NEVER spent Christmas anywhere but with my family. I realize I'm 42 years old and should really be ready to make some new traditions with my own kids, but <em>wah!,</em> I don't wanna!<br /><br />In other news, I can't believe I forgot to mention the "procedure" I had done back in September. I had <a href="http://www.novasure.com/">NovaSure</a> done. It's a type of endometrial ablation. It's supposed to reduce heavy periods and between period bleeding. My periods were so heavy that I became anemic and experienced "flooding" sometimes. I also had bleeding every time I had sex. But since the procedure (outpatient surgery) I haven't had any bleeding; none whatsoever. No periods, no nothing. Of course, I haven't had sex to try that out yet*, but I have high hopes. They say that my periods may come back eventually, but will be MUCH, MUCH lighter than ever before. Keep your fingers crossed!! <br /><br />*Any volunteers to help with that? For purely scientific purposes, of course :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i></i></span></center><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i></i></span></center><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-82324522924702208032009-11-13T21:39:00.002-05:002009-11-13T22:07:29.648-05:00Not Dead YetThough there are days . . .<br /><br />I'll try to sum up the last 6 months or so.<br /><br />Marriage back to sucking. Not in a good way. And getting worse because -<br /><br />18 months after moving down here for this job, that they recruited him for (he didn't go looking), they laid him off in October. Budget cuts were ordered, big ones, and his position and many others were eliminated. So he is home <span style="font-weight: bold;">all. the. damn. time</span> and we are driving each other crazy. Way too many opportunities to pick stupid fights and get on each other's nerves. This was made worse when -<br /><br />we all had the H1N1 virus in October. Not pretty and we still haven't shaken the coughs. Spousehole's is the worst and he probably should see a doctor, but -<br /><br />we have no health insurance. We can't afford COBRA, since after having paid for two houses for almost a year we had very little savings. Some good news (there's not much of it, so pay attention) is -<br /><br />the house is finally rented out!!! The rent payments just cover our mortgage, taxes, and insurance, but at least that much is covered. What wasn't covered, however, was the problem that led our tenants to call us on Spousehole's last day of work: the furnace died. So on his first day of unemployment, we had to put a new furnace in! (We got two opinions on whether replacement was necessary or if repair was possible. My dad got us the absolute best price from "his guy." Thank God. The other places wanted to charge WAY, WAY more for the same stupid furnace and installation.)<br /><br />No good segue here. Sorry.<br /><br />Boy is finally settled in school and is rocking the second grade. He made honor roll for the first quarter. It's like night and day. So he's good with school and school is good with him, but otherwise things aren't so wonderful at the school because -<br /><br />4 educators were arrested recently regarding allegations of abuse of autistic students at Boy's school. Boy was not one of them, though he was close to the teacher and aide who are accused. It's a mess. But I won't get into that mess. In other school news -<br /><br />Girl is rocking 4-yr-old preschool. She got into a great school and got a fabulous teacher. All is good there. Well, except that we weren't going to be able to afford it after Spousehole's layoff and were preparing to apply for a scholarship to try to keep her there, but the in-laws' came to the rescue and are paying her tuition. They're not always my favorite people, but they'll do almost anything for our kids. So, in this one instance, they rock too.<br /><br />The big school fear for us is that it is looking like we will be moving again, so the kids will have to transition to new schools. Girl will be okay, probably, but Boy doesn't transition well. Last year was pretty much a lost year for him as he transitioned to his new school. He's doing so well, we are very distressed about possibly having to move him. Spousehole is interviewing some locally, but the jobs in his particular specialty aren't local. If he takes a local job, he would have to leave his area of specialization. His specialty is in demand, just not <span style="font-style: italic;">here</span>. He would prefer to stay in his specialty and that would be the better move career-wise, but it means moving and that sucks. What also sucks is -<br /><br />My Mom is on Facebook! Seriously, this is not good. I had to "friend" her, but now I feel like I have to censor what I say. Oh, and my mother-in-law is also on Facebook and I had to "Friend" her too. I really need to figure out the privacy settings on there that allow you to group people and then have only certain groups see certain postings. Ah well. BTW, if you want to be my Facebook friend, shoot me an email (I'm actually checking it again!). If I feel comfortable enough with you (generally if we have had some sort of email correspondence or something), I'll send you my info or you can send me yours. But since my family is on there now, I'm really apprehensive that this blog not be connected to my Facebook (ie, REAL) identity. 'k?<br /><br />Kids and I spent most of July back home. It was really freaking cold. Not just compared to the South, but compared to normal summers there. I had to go to garage sales and buy the kids coats to wear. It never occurred to me that we would need more than long pants and long-sleeved shirts in JULY. My bad.<br /><br />My health is better, except for the damn H1N1 after-effects. Blood sugar, blood pressure, and cholesterol all WAY down. I got 90 day refills on insulin and meds before the insurance ended, so I'm good for awhile. Hopefully until Spousehole finds a new position. :-)<br /><br />That pretty much sums it up.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-16003005955521629622009-06-04T12:53:00.001-04:002009-06-04T12:54:49.541-04:00Mullet With HeadlightsThese literal videos are so. darn. funny. <br /><br />This is Total Eclipse of the Heart: Literal Video Version. Try to not laugh - I dare you.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-15089834194107882462009-05-28T16:36:00.002-04:002009-05-28T16:41:51.724-04:00Still easily amused . . . all FAIL edition<a href="http://failblog.org/2009/05/09/late-night-snack-fail/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-18190" title="fail-owned-snack-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/05/fail-owned-snack-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="430" height="383" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/05/07/fail-owned-shampoo-win/"><img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/fail-owned-shampoo-fail1.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-shampoo-fail" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-18321" width="449" height="458" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/05/03/parenting-fail-9/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-17723" title="fail-owned-parent-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/fail-owned-parent-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="375" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/05/02/billboard-fail-4/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-18125" title="fail-owned-hotdog-billboard-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/fail-owned-hotdog-billboard-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="375" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/04/28/tan-line-fail/"><img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/fail-owned-hat-tan-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-hat-tan-fail" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-17664" width="403" height="500" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/04/26/bait-sign-fail/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16947" title="fail-owned-fish-bait-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/fail-owned-fish-bait-fail.jpg" alt="fail-owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="375" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">Fail Blog</a><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-15483551955389470062009-05-25T15:46:00.001-04:002009-05-25T15:47:48.170-04:00Hey now . . .This can't possibly be directed at me . . . I'm from Michigan!<br /><a href="http://gobacktoohio.com/"><br />Go Back to Ohio</a><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-24640066431786251452009-05-21T12:11:00.004-04:002009-05-22T15:39:50.039-04:00Random BitesA question for all you sutherners out there: where do the lizards go? That is, when "winter" comes, where do the lizards go? Do they hibernate? Do they hunker down somewhere and lay low until temps go up again? Do they lay eggs and then die, so the lizards that reappear in summer are the offspring of last year's lizards? Do they migrate somewhere? I honestly don't know much at all about lizards. We just didn't have them in Michigan. All I know is that when we moved into this house in September, there were lizards every-freakin'-where and by December there were none. Covering my screen porch, then nuthin'. I assume they'll be back, but I've been wondering where they go. Thanks in advance for the help. :-)<br /><br /><a href="http://roflrazzi.com/2009/05/16/celebrity-pictures-orlando-bloom-stole-shampoo/"><img src="http://roflrazzi.wordpress.com/files/2009/05/celebrity-pictures-orlando-bloom-stole-shampoo.jpg" alt="orlando bloom" title="celebrity-pictures-orlando-bloom-stole-shampoo" class="mine_4080702" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://roflrazzi.com/">Lol Celebs</a><br /><br />The kids and I will be spending most of July in Michigan. That's how I'm choosing to deal with the South Carolina summer heat and humidity.<br /><br /><a href="http://punditkitchen.com/2009/05/11/political-pictures-bill-gates-bitsy-spider/"><img src="http://punditkitchen.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/political-pictures-bill-gates-bitsy-spider.jpg" alt="bill gates" title="political-pictures-bill-gates-bitsy-spider" class="mine_4006657" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://punditkitchen.com/">Political Pictures</a><br /><br />We celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary at the beginning of the month. My in-laws stayed with the kids and we were able to spend a night kid-free. We couldn't spend the whole weekend, as we had initially planned, because my in-laws arrived on Friday afternoon and needed to leave by noon on Saturday as they intended to be in Maine by Sunday night. There was dinner, there was ice cream, there was a movie, and there was even nookie! That's twice in a year - woo hoo.<br /><br /><br />.<a href="http://totallylookslike.com/2009/05/21/disappearing-ingenue-by-melissa-pritchard-totally-looks-like-the-virgin-suicides-by-jeffrey-eugenides/"><img src="http://totallylookslike.wordpress.com/files/2009/05/disappearing-ingenue-by-melissa-pritchard-totally-looks-like-the-virgin-suicides-by-jeffrey-eugenides.jpg" alt="disappearing ingenue by melissa pritchard totally looks like the virgin suicides by jeffrey eugenides" title="disappearing-ingenue-by-melissa-pritchard-totally-looks-like-the-virgin-suicides-by-jeffrey-eugenides" class="mine_4208376" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://totallylookslike.com/">Celeb Look-A-Likes</a><br /><br />My health is improving. Blood pressure is WAY down and blood sugar is back in a better range. The miracle of modern pharmaceuticals. Better living through chemistry.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-76897652387908339542009-04-29T23:33:00.002-04:002009-04-29T23:58:47.993-04:00Things I May Never Be Accustomed To In The South<center><div style="text-align: left;">Full-grown adult men with jobs, families, and a mortgage who go by the diminutive form of their name. That is, Billy, Bobby, Timmy, Tommy, Johnny, Jimmy, Davey, etc. <br /><br />The accents. Especially when emanating from a disciple in an otherwise very professional and well-executed church play. Imagine Larry the Cable Guy as Simon Peter asking "Is it I, Lawd?" It's hard to not giggle. It's like someone from a Tennessee Williams play reading the wrong script.<br /><br />A "rough" winter having temps that never dip below double digits.<br /><br />A "rough" winter not involving any snowfall whatsoever.<br /><br />Gum. What is it with gum down here? Everybody seems to chew gum - all the time, in all places. Men and women, in church, in Wal-Mart, at the symphony. Every. Damn. Where. Not just quiet, unobtrusive chewing either. Big, open-mouth <span style="font-style: italic;">chawing</span>.<br /><br />Folks who move slow as molasses. O.M.G. Walking, driving - doesn't matter. Tons of people just not in any sort of rush to get any where. Stopping to smell the roses is great and all, but when there are flowers everywhere perhaps bypassing some of is okay, know what I mean?<br /><br />Full-grown adult non-senior-citizen men wearing seersucker suits. Not in a retro-hipster way, but <span style="font-style: italic;">for real</span>.<br /><br />The God-awful humidity (and it's only April!)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-8452631752553558492009-04-03T12:50:00.003-04:002009-04-03T13:09:22.005-04:00I couldn't resist . . .<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/04/02/funny-pictures-me-it-burns/"><img class="mine_3638722" title="funny-pictures-cat-does-not-like-to-wear-cross" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-pictures-cat-does-not-like-to-wear-cross1.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/">Lolcats and funny pictures</a><br /><br /><a href="http://engrishfunny.com/2009/04/02/engrish-lidiot-restaurant/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-7421" title="engrish-funny-lidiot-restaurant" src="http://engrishfunny.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/engrish-funny-lidiot-restaurant.jpg" alt="engrish funny lidiot restaurant" width="500" height="375" /></a><br />see <a href="http://engrishfunny.com/">funny english mistakes</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.connpost.com/ci_12039506"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBbRL5R8kUqrs_l5_QXTX3TA5X3kIf4JKjxT5dNGIwSL1R0aVzggztml74VeJMePuuzCCU9ByfPmtKwUdLsvRs9Lh3sP44pltWtkHq4oLa7wauxYvRElOCv-IFOAeLOdTthYkGeAgg80/s400/ba-odd_two_nosed_0499977320_part1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320512937020226338" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-36051273842136676392009-04-01T08:20:00.002-04:002009-04-01T09:52:51.703-04:00Smile<a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/03/30/funny-dog-pictures-shepherds-kitchen/"><img class="mine_3656932" title="funny-dog-pictures-shepherds-kitchen" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-dog-pictures-shepherds-kitchen.jpg" alt="funny pictures of dogs with captions" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/">dog and puppy pictures</a><br /><a href="http://roflrazzi.com/2009/03/30/celebrity-pictures-david-hasselhoff-nightmares-have/"><img class="mine_3748546" title="celebrity-pictures-david-hasselhoff-nightmares-have" src="http://roflrazzi.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/celebrity-pictures-david-hasselhoff-nightmares-have1.jpg" alt="david hasselhoff" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://roflrazzi.com/">Lol Celebs</a><br /><a href="http://punditkitchen.com/2009/03/31/political-pictures-barack-obama-baraquaman/"><img src="http://punditkitchen.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/political-pictures-barack-obama-baraquaman.jpg" alt="barack obama" title="political-pictures-barack-obama-baraquaman" class="mine_3784764" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://punditkitchen.com/">Political Pictures</a><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/04/01/warning-sign-fail-2/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-15413" title="fail-owned-drunk-drown-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-drunk-drown-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="374" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">pwn and owned pictures</a><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/30/kids-computer-desk-ad-fail/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-15074" title="fail-owned-desk-ad-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-desk-ad-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="437" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">pwn and owned pictures</a><br /><a href="http://engrishfunny.com/2009/04/01/engrish-shiskaboob/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6288" title="engrish-funny-shiskaboob" src="http://engrishfunny.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/engrish-funny-shiskaboob.jpg" alt="engrish-funny-shiskaboob" width="500" height="375" /></a><br />see <a href="http://engrishfunny.com/">funny english mistakes</a><br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-32894574308048221722009-04-01T07:55:00.005-04:002009-04-01T10:15:00.783-04:00CondolencesMy heart is breaking for another blogger today. <a href="http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/?zx=68dc2e94d8a24d14">The Silent Male</a>'s wife passed away Tuesday. She was very young (I don't think 40 yet). Although she had suffered from many health problems, this is a big shock. They are in the process of buying a house and had so much to which to look forward. She leaves her husband, teen daughter and stepson (both 14), and young son (9) to celebrate her memory.<br /><br />Part of SM's message:<br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span style="font-size:85%;">She had been battling illness for years and went peacefully. I want to thank everyone in advance for thoughts and prayers. I won't be available very much over the next few days to say Thank You. She believed in Jesus and I believe she has gone to heaven to meet him in person.</span></h3>If you are the praying type, please say a prayer for SM and his family. I know he would appreciate it.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-7902279929935297052009-03-31T15:11:00.004-04:002009-03-31T15:25:18.110-04:00TMI Tuesday<a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://tinypic.com/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1. Have you ever sent or recieved a </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sext%20message">sext message</a><span style="font-style: italic;">?</span><br /><br />Yes and yes. :) Want my cell #?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2. Have you ever made or recieved a </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=booty+call">booty call</a><span style="font-style: italic;">?</span><br /><br />Yes and yes, though it's been 7 or 8 months. Care to assist me with this problem?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3. Have you ever added or edited a word/entry to </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page">Wikipedia</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> or </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/">Urban Dictionary</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> or any other online reference?</span><br /><br />Nope, though I've considered it re Wikipedia.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4. At what age did you have your first consensual sexual experience?</span><br /><br />14 (not intercourse)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5. What has been the greatest age difference between you a consensual sexual partner?</span><br /><br />20 years, he was older. Though I've seen some hottie college kids and/or military man-boys around here lately that could make me go all cougar . . .<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bonus (as in optional): Why do you blog?</span><br /><br />That's an excellent question. When I figure it out, I'll let you know.<br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-88255257396971017112009-03-30T13:50:00.007-04:002009-03-30T13:58:58.432-04:00Mute Monday - Happy B-day to Secretariat and ABoxer (It is still Monday, right?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thetrollreport.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVzo6wsPQkZTZ7hvUB0c5gbSlxJDDP1VF2Gp3p2PlG4zVzR_MvvCzTYJk98g8AsfOKANB8HmvoesiYzoT5lW3ZceSiZ-yP-4JNllhCFn73McK6j_JxJIh-Lus_iYQ8gmruxSo8fcFxPY/s200/MM.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319041756548467042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Big Red!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/search/Enlargement.aspx?CID=isg&mediauid=%7B56ADC7AB-394C-4BC7-A6DF-14AD3EEC2659%7D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3mGE0FX-Ta2oIo0FhKn69gr071btZ5w2muDLn-rO0NRXIwjqGraLH9KcthFuabm8z-Q6vCFdMD3UU-YXELjV-SF28X-SDiuIhM6jWVmb95zaJCD_FHBj1X5LVmGj3C9RwPXc6G_Yy8Q/s320/secretariat+b-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319040370090208530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chapman-arts.com/giclee.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU3FxktFOJBIaCMdKAgVuNM9IsA96bE5pnLj8C6xKF_hh3m4x2JAJIAPdj5sFbFzNBS8NLYgLfvVvGWjmDL6zqgJUxp6ZCUMJc5eR0IoFFPOG_A_lo60GOQvrV5VZXF5A1rq-JCFpgjU/s320/secretariat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319039881725807010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Boxer!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anonymousboxer.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_b60cdTjEFV8BR9j_zAH-Necojen9_hxk-rC8mkNO0pP76bpK81RO4L1j3Smdc7vxavbD2sJYZbhW9yjEWUraQhp_USQOJuzY4Z2Zv4XVWXhaoZDiNLCidyWrSvPZRVYg7tM5XJ5aBA/s200/boxing_squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319041226756065202" border="0" /></a><br />Some birthday azaleas, because we're overwhelmed by azaleas around here right now:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjzjDPupSO1SCixBTfk0gIFiuaCP97nOgQV385cfZCv632GwJ778Z7sK2y5HxorCHAtnKYFs6yvt673a9n2vDBcIbkO7QhSbfcLwY51Tyxgan9KtDpp5t__PV8w8PBIMHicXJdjH4U24/s1600-h/birthday+azaleas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjzjDPupSO1SCixBTfk0gIFiuaCP97nOgQV385cfZCv632GwJ778Z7sK2y5HxorCHAtnKYFs6yvt673a9n2vDBcIbkO7QhSbfcLwY51Tyxgan9KtDpp5t__PV8w8PBIMHicXJdjH4U24/s320/birthday+azaleas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319040944162592882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiey_2iXvIQ-qnfprOHdUEdlT9Xf4kfdfVEYm94DpFV2duJ-xw84CXf79P2dk8eplys0QZKh6FVdt_44ZJxXgjWGO99qtHN2e3U6RTxut5VC_78_NS0uCrAfhHutRXkH21kErn58xjFLKE/s1600-h/BirthdayAzaleaBonsai2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiey_2iXvIQ-qnfprOHdUEdlT9Xf4kfdfVEYm94DpFV2duJ-xw84CXf79P2dk8eplys0QZKh6FVdt_44ZJxXgjWGO99qtHN2e3U6RTxut5VC_78_NS0uCrAfhHutRXkH21kErn58xjFLKE/s320/BirthdayAzaleaBonsai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319040864415027570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-18310995761226371672009-03-26T10:32:00.003-04:002009-03-26T11:14:35.594-04:00Almost-dead cat and cow bacon?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeLr4dCvaf3_YSazB-KNxmMz6hXbLVhrUG11PvcXGXJdPfBh5F076XB91ULU-6CeecS0kPSamjm3wfZq9NdEn1tIop6r5ni2TD69_IEKb2Qefo-PIpo_ZQZ0M6kUS9DIq_CBNlrCIYeY/s1600-h/hidingcats.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeLr4dCvaf3_YSazB-KNxmMz6hXbLVhrUG11PvcXGXJdPfBh5F076XB91ULU-6CeecS0kPSamjm3wfZq9NdEn1tIop6r5ni2TD69_IEKb2Qefo-PIpo_ZQZ0M6kUS9DIq_CBNlrCIYeY/s320/hidingcats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514974006807618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Thomas (orange, left) and Max (right)<br /></span></div><br />Amongst my family's woes of late has been the attempted murder of my beloved cat, Max, by my evil children. Max is 13 - I have had him longer than I've had my husband and much longer than the demon children. Max is a good cat - busy and nosy, but sweet. His main flaw is that he tolerates much of the abuse the children heap on him: playing doctor and bandaging the kitty's legs up, putting him in drawers or boxes or cabinets, etc. Unfortunately he learned when they were babies that he shouldn't bite or scratch them, so now when they <span style="font-style: italic;">deserve</span> to be bitten or scratched, he does nothing.<br /><br />One afternoon not long ago, the children were playing outside. I didn't realize it, but they had the garage open (we usually keep it locked). When my husband came home from work, he found Max locked in a cat carrier in the garage. He let Max out and noticed that the cat seemed wet, but didn't think much about it. A while later I saw the cat on the porch, looking wet and distressed. I picked him up and smelled a strong chemical odor, so I ran straight to the bathroom and began rinsing the cat in the bathtub (he loved that). In response to my yelling, Spousehole went to the garage and found a bottle of Spray-n-Wash and the children admitted to spraying the cat through the holes in the cat carrier with the Spray-n-Wash. Spousehole sent the children to their rooms while I continued rinsing the cat, much to the cat's displeasure.<br /><br />I dried the cat with a towel and let him loose. He threw up, but then otherwise seemed okay, except for having endured the bath. We had dinner and then I thought I would try blow-drying the cat. After a bit of searching, I found him laying on his side, breathing shallowly and looking miserable. He was barely responsive, limp, and would occasionally moan.<br /><br />We called poison control and they said "we don't do pets." We called the emergency vet. They wanted us to call the animal poison control line. I called that line and $60.00 later (yep, that's what they charge; you have to give the ASPCA your credit card number before they'll even talk to you) they gave us some "well duh!" advice and sent us on the to emergency vet. The $60.00 fee also includes their consultation with the emergency vet, which I hope was more helpful than their advice to me (it was, apparently).<br /><br />At the emergency vet they took Max from me as soon as we walked through the door. They gave him another bath and assessed his vital signs. His body temp was down to 88 degrees (F). It should be around 100 degrees (F). His respiratory rate was low. He was disoriented and ataxic. They consulted with the ASPCA poison control vet. They also ran blood tests.<br /><br />It turned out that the main thing in the Spray-n-Wash that affected my poor baby was alcohol. It was absorbed through his skin, mainly, and he probably ingested some in licking himself. He had acute alcohol poisoning and a little eye irritation. They put him on an IV to rehydrate him and stabilize his blood sugar and they had him wrapped in warming blankets. He was already looking more like himself when I finally got to see him. He responded to my voice and wiggled out of the blankets. Keeping him the in the warming blankets was an effort all night, I later learned.<br /><br />He spent the night at the hospital and I brought him home the next day. By morning the vets had gotten him to eat a little and drink a little. He had had an elevated white count that we determined was likely from a bad tooth, so he had some antibiotics to take. He also had an ointment for his eyes. He was looking better, but was still not himself.<br /><br />I started to wonder if I brought him home too soon. He remained weak and didn't want to eat for a couple days. I tried to entice him with canned food (a once-a-year or so treat), but all he did was lick the juice. I even resorted to giving him water with a syringe because he wasn't drinking. I wasn't sure he was going to make it.<br /><br />After several days of lethargy and no appetite, Max finally came around. Now, a few weeks later, he is back to himself. He finished the antibiotics and his white cell count is back to normal. The funky tooth got scraped, but not pulled. He needs a full teeth cleaning, but we want to make sure he gains back the weight and is at close to 100% before having him put under for the teeth cleaning.<br /><br />Initially the children were very sorry for hurting Max, but now they are back to wanting to play doctor with him, hold him against his will, etc. I remind them how badly they hurt him, then they leave him alone again; for a while. Poor kitty.<br />__<br /><br />We like bacon in this family. Every weekend I cook some bacon to include in our breakfast. We lurve the bacon very much. Now I've seen and had all kinds of bacon: regular, thick-sliced, no-sugar, brown-sugar, peppered, reduced-sodium; even fakin' bacon like turkey bacon or soy bacon. But I recently saw one I'd never, ever seen before: beef bacon. WTH? Is this a southern thing? Has anyone tried this? It just seems <span style="font-weight: bold;">wrong</span>. I love me some dead cow, understand, but <span style="font-style: italic;">bacon</span>?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCkL38PBqqtBsy6IZQT19rTADfAj8QNx-5tnX_sSnFJr7kKo1qZ79pc3vm2-5XWuE1nk22DsyNE96xtLsEivIAqEjUS1clY7FMYBlljmwMz4YMuAbqz_1FDU6iOJp0gXRy7mzj9AenDo/s1600-h/0078533172214_215X215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCkL38PBqqtBsy6IZQT19rTADfAj8QNx-5tnX_sSnFJr7kKo1qZ79pc3vm2-5XWuE1nk22DsyNE96xtLsEivIAqEjUS1clY7FMYBlljmwMz4YMuAbqz_1FDU6iOJp0gXRy7mzj9AenDo/s200/0078533172214_215X215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514141844520978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-59152953420410413922009-03-25T12:17:00.002-04:002009-03-25T12:24:53.332-04:00I couldn't resist . . .<a href="http://punditkitchen.com/2009/03/25/political-pictures-police-power-wheels/"><img src="http://punditkitchen.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/political-pictures-police-power-wheels.jpg" alt="political pictures for your blog" title="political-pictures-police-power-wheels" class="mine_3722887" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://punditkitchen.com">Political Pictures</a><br /><br /><a href="http://totallylookslike.com/2009/03/24/the-burger-king-totally-looks-like-mel-gibson/"><img src="http://totallylookslike.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/the-burger-king-totally-looks-like-mel-gibson.jpg" alt="the burger king totally looks like mel gibson" title="the-burger-king-totally-looks-like-mel-gibson" class="mine_3602305" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://totallylookslike.com">Celeb Look-A-Likes</a><br /><br /><a href="http://graphjam.com/2009/03/24/song-chart-memes-express-lanes/"><img class="mine_3634650" title="song-chart-memes-express-lanes" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/song-chart-memes-express-lanes1.jpg" alt="song chart memes" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://graphjam.com">Funny Graphs</a><br /><br /><a href="http://graphjam.com/2009/03/24/song-chart-memes-obtain-knowledge/"><img class="mine_3726137" title="song-chart-memes-obtain-knowledge" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/song-chart-memes-obtain-knowledge.jpg" alt="song chart memes" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://graphjam.com">Funny Graphs</a> Seriously, we have 5 seasons worth and watch them over and over and over. Could you count that as a home-schooling science curriculum? <br /><br /><a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/24/barstool-design-win/"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-14263" title="fail-owned-barstool-win" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-barstool-win.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="500" height="349" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org">pwn and owned pictures</a> (My 4-year-old saw this and said "Look Mommy! A heart!"<br /><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2646772639494369714.post-20608262232284786872009-03-24T08:19:00.003-04:002009-03-24T08:27:27.004-04:00TMI Tuesday<a href="http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://tinypic.com/dw3xoj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1. Ever Googled a date, a potential date or an ex?</span><br /><br />Duh. Yes, yes, and oh yes!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2. Do you gossip?</span><br /><br />Not anymore - I don't know enough people in S.C., or enough about them, to gossip.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3. How many people do you completely trust?</span><br /><br />None.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4. Have you ever had sex in car?</span><br /><br />I was a teenager, so YES.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5. What is your best flirting technique: innuendo, telling a dirty joke, talking about sex life, or physical contact?</span><br /><br />Physical contact is the best, I think, along with prolonged eye contact and being open and clear about what I want.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bonus (as in optional): How many times is the most you have ever had sex in a 24 hour period?</span><br /><br /><span><span><span>There was a weekend in college . . . probably 5 or 6. That was an amazing weekend. Yes, it was just one guy - it's incredible what a college-age guy can do when left alone with his girlfriend for days on end :)<br /></span></span></span><br /><center><span style="font-size:78%;"><i>To blog is a self-invasion of privacy</i></span></center>Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12955817346800123054noreply@blogger.com7