hic... up.

When I'm stressed I get the hiccups. It has something to do with the way that I carry myself. Something to do with the tightness in my chest... more specifically... my stomach.

Being cold ... really cold... has the same effect.

I got into my car... and seriously, I swore.
Out loud.
To no one.
Because it was so cold.

I haven't stopped hiccuping since I left the house.
sic[hic]

on a sad side note, Will @ be the boy detective agency is going to be no more for awhile. (I say awhile, in hopes that he realizes-once a blogger, always a blogger) (lol, although, I did love the "not blogging is the new blogging" someone wrote in the comments)
He's one of my favourite bloggers... you should definitely go read some of his stuff... and then some of his wife's stuff too...

I get the days mixed up

Tonight I opened my facebook account and read "our statuses are slightly meta" on my wall.

I have a friend who is lovely and deep. She writes, and it means more than it says, and often I am jealous. That's just the way it is.

Her status read "Golden is never enough, and always too much"
My status read " L.Bo can't ever get enough".

I had to go to her wall and confess :: "I wish mine had a deeper meaning... I was just thinking about Jonny Cash."


(oh man, we're so not friends anymore... not since I called her Golden just now)

Bunday Monday

better late than never.

I've been trying to get a shot of Goobery McGoobersons while he spits meds all over me... but I'm finding that all I want to do is get it in him, and get him back on the ground as quick as possible. He gave a mighty grunt and tried to thump while he was on my lap tonight, so now we're setting up special "let me sit and heap love on you" sessions, so he doesn't forget that there is some love for him deep down somewhere...deep... deep.... somewhere.

Him, beat from the fight..... Me, beat from the fight.....
(note the goo all over me... and not him)
sheesh.

take over

I used to have a second blog.
One where I didn't have to be PC. One where I did a lot of swearing. Where I'd write about the things that were going on in my head- but didn't want to say out loud.
There were a few people who knew about it, people I trust.
I liked a lot of the stuff I wrote there.

I deleted it a few months back, trying to make a clean slate.... and forgot about it.

Two days ago I got a txt from Be-Bop (now there's a name that hasn't been around in awhile...) he wanted to check in I guess... and couldn't remember the address to that site.... it left me searching my brain... I couldn't remember at first either.

Someone else has claimed it as their own. And.. funny thing is, their first post is so much like my first had been.

spell check is working again!

Where's Cosby?

You remember that TV show, where Cosby would sit those kids down and (humiliate) interview them? I'm pretty sure it was "Kids Say the Darnedest Things".
I help out with a youth group.
Not little kids.
Teens.

Last night we were talking about the Pregnancy Crisis Centre in town, We did a small fundraiser for it last week, and some of our kids took a tour and talked with the director.

G.I.Netty asked those kids to share with the others what it was that they learned...
Hyper Girl pipes up (for once paying attention to the conversation) (twirling her hair)
"We learned that we should practice procrastination."
Everyone looked at her a little dumbfounded... till a friend translated.
"I think you mean abstinence."

goooooooooooo

no, not an extended "go"... that would be Goo.
As in... slimy.
As in, bunny medicine.

Not that this blog has become dedicated to the sole purpose of updating you on the buns. But...

Guess who decided that he really didn't like the medicine after all?

Oh, yes, that would be Sir Flopsalot. Mr. I hate to be force fed. Little Bunny Scrachsalot. Giant Goober-covered-in-white-goo-hitting-me-in-the-face-with-his-giant-ears. King of Disaproval. Angry Bunny. Guy Spittle. Spitty McSpitterson.

I've dedicated a sweater to the cause.
Two doses and already it's covered in paste.

Now, this would be no problem if there was lots of time to coddle and soothe. But. I made the mistake of taking a second job now- so later, I can be lazy. That leaves me with a 30 min turn around between jobs in the morning. Time enough to brush my teeth, wash my face... and get to my next job. Not so much time for early morning bunny wrestling.

Praying that it gets better with time,
your's truely,

Ms. Wishes-she-had-chosen-goldfish.


(uh... I know that the time stamp doesn't really reflect the morning turn-around, I just really like to post late at night and pretend it's the morning.) (I'm a dork)

snip

well, it's done, and he's half the man he used to be.

errr... something like that.

In the end, putting him out was enough to relax him... and I quote "and it's not like he's small in any way... I couldn't figure out how he got those inside of him!" (from his vet)

He was pretty well behaved, and loved the attention dispite being in that tiny little cat carrier. There were squeals from the vet techs as he came in... I told them a giant bunny was coming, but... I think they thought I was kidding.

I was surprised that he only weighed 11.7 lbs, I thought for sure he'd be well over 12 by now...

I'm thankful that everything went well... and I'm also thankful I'm not going to have to force feed him the meds, he was trying to chew open the syringe to get to the last drop last night....

Vet.

Just got a call from the vet's office....

Seems like Pontouf has got himself in such a state of worry that... well... there's nothing to Neuter. He's sucked them back up.
She's going to try to knock him out in hopes that he'll drop them...

Sheesh.
I can see this getting expensive.

Monday Bunday

pulled from the archives.... I left my camera at work again.

Little baby Fynn Pants, sitting on some of his siblings. He likes to sit on Pontouf too.

the day after

the gala was lovely... really really lovely.

it was almost like bootcamp for festival season, running around, getting things ready, keeping things moving, so tired you want to cry. But much shorter. Over before it had really started.

It did keep going afterwards, a group headed out to the B&B (more about that place later) for music and song and libation.
I headed to bed.
Knowing that my morning shift was going to be coming all too soon.

I walked thru a snow bank in open toed shoes just to get to my bed faster.... it was that important.

And as I lay snug in my sheets, I wondered "did I lock the door?" as I heard the sound of someone coming into the house.

They wandered around, I heard some thumping in the kitchen....

I rolled over in my bed, pulled the sheets higher, sighed... and thought to myself "well, at least if they kill me I won't have to go to work in the morning." then promptly fell asleep.

Sadly I awoke to my alarm.
It had only been my roommate coming home.