<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:22:57.546-08:00</updated><category term='volunteer'/><category term='reading'/><category term='bonding'/><category term='celebrate'/><category term='Sunday Bunday'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='funny'/><category term='fabulous'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='unplugged'/><category term='intro'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Holly'/><category term='garden'/><category term='fasting'/><category term='amor'/><category term='faith'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='work out'/><category term='Life'/><category term='WW'/><category term='yum'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='baking'/><category term='30 Before 30'/><category term='Love'/><category term='family'/><category term='patriotic'/><category term='project 365'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Daniel&apos;s Fast'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='musings'/><category term='stuff I love'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Secret Life of a Crazy Bunny Lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6145678277485563545</id><published>2011-09-12T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:09:09.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>God is not a White Man</title><content type='html'>God is Love (1 John 4:8) and He loves everyone (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-WybvhRu9KU" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-WybvhRu9KU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4004709952201697038</id><published>2011-06-09T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T03:18:03.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>s'more cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aF4Gc5uQZDo/TfCbtfr3JuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Ao6YCziYoo/s1600/167012_178815868819589_100000735318396_448310_6892614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aF4Gc5uQZDo/TfCbtfr3JuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Ao6YCziYoo/s320/167012_178815868819589_100000735318396_448310_6892614_n.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure if I already shared this. These are s'more cupcakes I made a few weeks ago (this pic was also taken a few&amp;nbsp;weeks ago.... I didn't snap a pic of week-old cupcakes, promise!). They were pretty easy. I used a graham cracker cupcake recipe&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/eatmycharlotte/2010/07/12/smore-cupcakes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and baked those. I filled them&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the simple chocolate ganache (found on that same site), topped with mini marshmallows, and put&amp;nbsp;them in the broiler for about 30 seconds (just enough for them to get a little melty and brown).&amp;nbsp;Then, I topped with pieces of a hershey chocolate bar. They're really good and have all the s'morey elements. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4004709952201697038?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4004709952201697038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/06/smore-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4004709952201697038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4004709952201697038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/06/smore-cupcakes.html' title='s&apos;more cupcakes'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aF4Gc5uQZDo/TfCbtfr3JuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Ao6YCziYoo/s72-c/167012_178815868819589_100000735318396_448310_6892614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7997958004313715958</id><published>2011-06-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:47:29.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Holly!</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated my Holly Heart's 3rd "birthday". It's actually the day we adopted her and brought her home from the shelter. She was there for a while, so we don't know *exactly* when her birthday is. We celebrate the wonderful day that we brought home a round little ball of fur and nerves, our first little girl bunny. Poor baby was completely frightened and was tense for so long. She and Hef fell in love literally overnight, and our Bunny Addiction grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly can sometimes be grumpy and lazy and bossy, but I'm thankful that she is comfortable enough to be those things. It means she really is at home here. And, she can also be sweet and loving and silly and so fun! She can still be that nervous furball, but I know that she knows she is loved by everyone (and everyBun) in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Holly! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7997958004313715958?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7997958004313715958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-holly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7997958004313715958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7997958004313715958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-holly.html' title='Happy Birthday Holly!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6998875149828580318</id><published>2011-05-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:08:14.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>Yikes, it's been a long time! School has been crazy, and we've been really busy around here, so I haven't had time to update. Here's a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Birthday Camping! For my birthday, Huz and I went on a fabulous little camping trip at our favorite spot. It was really fun, but super duper cold. Huz whittled, played his harmonica, and read. I painted, knitted, and lounged. It was great! I love that we're total old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bunnies are Bonded! It's totally official! We are a three-bonded-bunny family! All three Buns are in the same pen together, and getting along fantastically. They cuddle, lay around, and play. It's such a huge accomplishment, and I'm really proud of our little family for working hard and getting here together. It feels so great to know that we have peace and happiness in our home. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prince! Oh my goodness! We found out last week that Prince was coming to town! We bought tickets for a show that was literally just days later. We bought cheapie nose-bleed seats, and I was so excited to go! We got there, and immediately got upgrated to.. get this... the 7th row! Yeah, I know, crazy! We had amazing seats. And it was the most incredible concert of my life! We've seen some amazing shows, like Paul McCartney, Santana, BB King, and Third Day (at this one we were right in front of the stage, and met the band after. Awesome!) but I think this was my favorite concert ever. I was dancing the whole time, sang along to every song, and had so much fun. Prince did such a wonderful job, and has the most talented team with him. It was an experience I will never forget, and I'm so glad we got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's two more on my 30 before 30, which is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sewing- my cousin came over tonight and showed me how to use my sewing machine. I seriously didn't even know how to turn it on when we started, and now, I am so excited to practice everything she taught me. I think I'm really going to have a great time! And I can't wait to cross it off the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cake Pops! Our church is doing this incredible young adults service called The Journey. I absolutely love it! I got &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cake-Pops-Tricks-Recipes-Irresistible/dp/0811876373"&gt;Bakerella's book&lt;/a&gt; for by birthday, and was so eager to try my hand at them, so I decided to bake some for our service. They were really fun to make! And, I really liked the display Huz thought of. The theme of The Journey is "Finding God, Finding Yourself, and Finding Purpose". Huz thought it would be really cool if we could display the cake pops in a suitcase or trunk. We bought a cheapie suitcase in the right size from Ross. I covered some styrofoam with scrapbook paper that looks like an old map, and poked holes for the cake pops to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my Huz is so creative and came up with the concept, and then worked with me and helped me carry it out. This isn't the best picture ever of the display, but here's a little look. They went over pretty well, and I can't wait to make them again this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610188810008239778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfqr79ynp5U/Tdtk_6dpnqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/RmYO5iiCSRo/s400/cakepops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to see Glee Live! I am way too excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6998875149828580318?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6998875149828580318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6998875149828580318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6998875149828580318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfqr79ynp5U/Tdtk_6dpnqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/RmYO5iiCSRo/s72-c/cakepops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6731603690032458813</id><published>2011-05-01T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:20:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osama Bin Laden is dead</title><content type='html'>I'm still watching the news and getting more info, but this seems like a historic day. I just wanted to have it written down. I may come back and edit it after I finish watching the news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6731603690032458813?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6731603690032458813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/05/osama-bin-laden-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6731603690032458813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6731603690032458813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/05/osama-bin-laden-is-dead.html' title='Osama Bin Laden is dead'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2553753002095090799</id><published>2011-04-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:21:07.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><title type='text'>Monday Bunday: Sanctimommy- Bunny Edition</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anctimommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/top-ten-lists/top-10-user-submitted-words-vol-4/sanctimommy.html"&gt;Definition: a mother who points out perceived faults in the parenting of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was judged by a mom today. I was asked questions, and I could tell in her eyes that she was just waiting for me to give the wrong answers. I'm sure she thought she was just being chatty, but I could feel the judgment radiating off of her. And the weird thing is, I don't even have kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Buns to a SaveABunny event. They got their nails trimmed, and I got to talk to one of my fellow Crazy Bunny Lady friends. Her name is D, and she watches the Buns for us when we're out of town. We get our hay from her too. She is a Bunny Jedi, I swear! She is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at this event, there was another Bunny loving lady. When I came in with my three buns, she walked over to me and started chatting me up. At first, it was fine. She asked if all the bunnies were mine, what their names are, how long I've had them. But then I noticed that she would narrow her eyes at me, and seemed to wait for me to answer just so she could pounce on me and ask more questions. "Are they all bonded? Are your rabbits fixed? How old are they? What do they eat? How often do they go to the vet?Do they live inside or outside? Did you adopt or buy? Do you live in an apartment or house? Do they go outside?" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It quickly became obvious that she was not just curious. She was totally waiting for me to say something that she could judge and feel superior about! It was so funny to me that I couldn't even be upset. I felt the need to look around and see if we were at a local playground and I had forgotten my fair-trade, organic, locally and sustainably grown (or better yet, organic, home grown with all natural, bunny poop fertilzer), hemp wrapped cilantro and carrot-top snacks for my babies. It's absolutely hilarious, and pretty weird that there was an attempt to pull me into that crazy, judgy, mommy world, and I'm not even a parent! If that's just a little taste of what it's like, then maybe the whole taking care of a living human thing may not be the most nerve-racking part. Those other parents are certainly pretty scary too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the best I can for my bunnies. I really do love them, and they are part of our family. It makes me so happy to have them in our lives. But I really don't have a need to feel superior to other bunny parents. And I reeeeeally don't want anyone using me to feel superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm off to play "Your Bunny Can Read" for Hef, Holly and Jude. Oh wait... I can't allow them to watch TV... we'll just have to listen to Bunny Mozart again instead. ::wink::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2553753002095090799?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2553753002095090799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday-bunday-sanctimommy-bunny-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2553753002095090799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2553753002095090799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday-bunday-sanctimommy-bunny-edition.html' title='Monday Bunday: Sanctimommy- Bunny Edition'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2772010749693950380</id><published>2011-04-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:15:05.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hef!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzxH1pZuiU/TaZxJknB2GI/AAAAAAAAAac/_NbAkFsA3GQ/s1600/2011-04-04_16-23-27_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595283996314556514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzxH1pZuiU/TaZxJknB2GI/AAAAAAAAAac/_NbAkFsA3GQ/s400/2011-04-04_16-23-27_101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On this day 3 years ago, we brought a tiny little bunny from the local pet shelter. We talked about getting a rabbit for a few months, and decided to "just go look". It was after Easter, and there were a bunch of sweet little babies there. We thought (at the time) "Well, we can only help one, so let's do that". (Haha! We all know how that turned out!) Hef was just a little ball of fluff. He was tiny and curious and so funny and full or personality. I was instantly in love.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_QV4aGgmE/TaZtigVaJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bv4O3fkYkkw/s1600/0422081454c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595280026617128162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF_QV4aGgmE/TaZtigVaJOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bv4O3fkYkkw/s400/0422081454c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tiny little baby bun grew up into a giant monster! He's still curious and fu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJePeuMMj9U/TaZx2mdeNbI/AAAAAAAAAak/h4Pt0onBpn8/s1600/2011-04-04_15-01-21_324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595284769905456562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJePeuMMj9U/TaZx2mdeNbI/AAAAAAAAAak/h4Pt0onBpn8/s400/2011-04-04_15-01-21_324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nny and full of personality. He loves to run and play and eat. He's my big boy now, and I always look back on this day with such thankfulness. I could not imagine my life without this big ol' lug. He makes me laugh every day, and is such a joy to have. Hey, he's the reason we ended up with TWO more bunnies. He must have been doing something right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy Birthday to my Hefalump Houdini! (That middle name was given to him because of his many, many escape attempts. He's pretty good). I love you so much, and am so grateful for the day you came home with us. &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2772010749693950380?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2772010749693950380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-hef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2772010749693950380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2772010749693950380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-hef.html' title='Happy Birthday Hef!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXzxH1pZuiU/TaZxJknB2GI/AAAAAAAAAac/_NbAkFsA3GQ/s72-c/2011-04-04_16-23-27_101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5319711205624122305</id><published>2011-04-10T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:59:10.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I had to share this</title><content type='html'>I love the blog "Stuff Christians Like" and always laugh every time I read it. I think &lt;a href="http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/2011/03/4653/"&gt;#689&lt;/a&gt; is pretty appropriate. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5319711205624122305?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5319711205624122305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-to-share-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5319711205624122305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5319711205624122305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-to-share-this.html' title='I had to share this'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3508940664806529227</id><published>2011-04-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:12:35.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bunday: my chocolate Buns</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. How cute is this?! Huz and I went shopping for stuff to put in our Godkids' Easter baskets. I got so excited when I found these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594187833995505698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQNOVa1xybw/TaKMMhwdMCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wbfeVveFSvQ/s400/2011-04-10_21-59-36_224.jpg" /&gt;No, that's not another picture of my Buns playing in the yard! That is a picture of some Easter candies we found! Mini chocolate Buns including a white bunny, a brown bunny, and a little black and white Dutch bunny- just like my Hef, Holly and Jude! I can not even stand the cuteness! I am so happy that we found these. They had super huge versions of them too, but I managed to not lose my mind and buy them just to buy them. I got the minis though, and put one of each in little plastic Easter eggs for the kids' baskets. I still have some leftover, so I absolutely must find another way to use them. I am in love! These sweet little buns were found at Target, and it was only 99 cents for a pack of about 15. Go ahead and buy them and remember to &lt;a href="http://www.makeminechocolate.org/mission.php"&gt;make yours chocolate&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3508940664806529227?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3508940664806529227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-bunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3508940664806529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3508940664806529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-bunday.html' title='Sunday Bunday: my chocolate Buns'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQNOVa1xybw/TaKMMhwdMCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wbfeVveFSvQ/s72-c/2011-04-10_21-59-36_224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2185844003578347068</id><published>2011-04-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:06:57.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><title type='text'>Blue Skies and Buns</title><content type='html'>It was an absolutely BEAUTIFUL day today, and The Buns and I spent most of it outside, in the back yard. They played and ate and ran around until they were tired, then relaxed in the shade, then ran around some more. I studied. I think they win. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591990240642988978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PhfwT3zBrg/TZq9fwj5-7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/4_4QZbsjK4o/s400/2011-04-04_14-44-03_590.jpg" /&gt; It was really great to see Hef and Holly be more receptive to Jude. Holly didn't bite Jude or chase her away every chance she got. It was peaceful, and I think, a lot of fun for everyone. I think we are making progress! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591990248088348482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4YocqkoTZ4/TZq9gMTBJ0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/U8QY8SYFlyU/s400/2011-04-04_14-55-17_1.jpg" /&gt; This last picture is my favorite of the day. Holly and Jude were laying RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER! This is big news! The girls cuddled for a bit while Hef looked on. Look at his cute little behind with the grey tail- I love it! How are Bunny Butts so darn adorable? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0yXiPvYUiM/TZq9gZpuqWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jcWF0mhszhI/s1600/2011-04-04_15-56-28_187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591990251673266530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0yXiPvYUiM/TZq9gZpuqWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jcWF0mhszhI/s400/2011-04-04_15-56-28_187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a very happy Bunny Mama today. I hope we can accompish #10 on my Thirty Before 30:&lt;br /&gt;"Bonding All Three Buns Together" soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2185844003578347068?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2185844003578347068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonding-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2185844003578347068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2185844003578347068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonding-progress.html' title='Blue Skies and Buns'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PhfwT3zBrg/TZq9fwj5-7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/4_4QZbsjK4o/s72-c/2011-04-04_14-44-03_590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6601055657856604420</id><published>2011-04-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:25:07.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bunday: Bunnies and Easter</title><content type='html'>I love my Bunnies. And I really love Easter (there's probably a whole blog post dedicated to that coming up lol!). Now, I definitely don't think that bunnies are what Easter is about. But I do love all things cute and cuddly, and I love to spoil and celebrate my bunnies with all the super cute Easter Bunny stuff around this time. They get an Easter Basket, and &lt;a href="http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-pictures.html"&gt;pictures taken,&lt;/a&gt; and all kinds of treats and goodies. It's a lot of fun. And now, with Jude around, we get to have even more fun. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;However, as I'm sure everyone knows, my bunnies are spoiled and really lucky. We adopted Hef after Easter one year, when the animal shelter was full of abandoned Buns. It was really, really sad. So, while I like to celebrate Easter with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Buns, I feel I have to speak out against people adopting bunnies &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; Easter. It's really not a good idea. I blogged about it last year, so rather than bore you again by saying the same exact thing, I'll link it: &lt;a href="http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-bunnies-are-not-easter-toys.html"&gt;http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-bunnies-are-not-easter-toys.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please, if you or somebody you know is thinking about getting a rabbit for a child or anyone else for Easter, let them know it is not a good thing to do. If they've done the research and really want to open up their home and make a bunny a part of the family, I encourage them to wait until after Easter. It's at least a ten year commitment, and not one to make lightly. A rabbit is a real, breathing being, and deserves to be treated as such, and not like a disposable accessory to a gift. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0ap1Yva35A/TZkBVHDfq5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/d6SlfqO7U5w/s1600/mmc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591501874539768722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0ap1Yva35A/TZkBVHDfq5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/d6SlfqO7U5w/s400/mmc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please see: &lt;a href="http://rabbitron.com/"&gt;http://rabbitron.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.makeminechocolate.org/"&gt;http://www.makeminechocolate.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.therabbithaven.org/easter_030107.htm"&gt;http://www.therabbithaven.org/easter_030107.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rabbit.org/"&gt;http://www.rabbit.org/&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Hef, Holly, Jude and&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6601055657856604420?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6601055657856604420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-bunday-bunnies-and-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6601055657856604420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6601055657856604420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-bunday-bunnies-and-easter.html' title='Sunday Bunday: Bunnies and Easter'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0ap1Yva35A/TZkBVHDfq5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/d6SlfqO7U5w/s72-c/mmc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3545047413615776967</id><published>2011-03-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:29:02.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unplugged'/><title type='text'>*Unplugged*</title><content type='html'>I am a terribly unfocused and unmotivated individual. I get distracted so easi- Hey! What's that over there?! Haha... see? =) I am always on facebook, or my board, or googling random stuff... it's awful. And I have a lot of stuff to do! I need to be more focused on my priorities: spending time with my Huz, Buns, and family, finishing up school, getting in shape, my volunteer work, completing on my 30 before 30 list, Spring Cleaning, and being more involved in my church ministry. I also want to spend more time on what I consider to be constructive hobbies: reading, knitting, sewing (I still have not touched my sewing machine), baking, and organizing my photos. Getting distracted by Facebook, my board, and tons of TV watching is not going to help me. Blah. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I always have this problem. Why am I such a media addict?! So, I've deactivated facebook and Twitter, logged out of my board, and gotten rid of those bookmarks on my phone and desktop, and limited the shows I record. I hope that unplugging will help me be more connected to my Huz and *real* life. I may still blog, but I don't think I really blog enough that it distracts me. But if it starts to, maybe I'll limit that too. I want to be the best person I can, and make good use of every day. Being inside, glued to the computer day after day is sad, and not what I want for my life. It is definitely going to be a challenge, but hopefully it works out for the best.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3545047413615776967?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3545047413615776967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/unplugged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3545047413615776967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3545047413615776967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/unplugged.html' title='*Unplugged*'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6361050170505605141</id><published>2011-03-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:34:33.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QAJtSYHPlk/TZFtDys-kGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XYEAauu-Loc/s1600/14640_1066075149211_1746028551_135399_3377697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589368524460953698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QAJtSYHPlk/TZFtDys-kGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XYEAauu-Loc/s400/14640_1066075149211_1746028551_135399_3377697_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby sister is 8 years younger than me. Growing up, she loved Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, and Tinkerbell. She is funny and caring and sarcastic and a fabulous baker. She dances beautifully, and always looks gorgeous. We fought a lot and bumped heads often growing up. What can I say, we're sisters and knew exactly what buttons to push with each other. As we get older, I value her and her imput so much. She doesn't always do everything the way I would (and I think the reverse is true as well), but I am proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujvNodS5fDU/TZFwGATnclI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SD6L2wxc5l0/s1600/165792_1550213797140_1288960424_31262089_1681899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589371861007299154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujvNodS5fDU/TZFwGATnclI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SD6L2wxc5l0/s400/165792_1550213797140_1288960424_31262089_1681899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby sister is no longer a baby. She's 18. Until today, she lived with my parents. For most of my life, she was always right down the hall. And even after I was old and married, she was always just a phone call or text away. But today, my sister began a new adventure. I am now the proud older sister of a young woman in the Air Force. My brave, tenacious baby sister has chosen to serve our country, and I admire her so much. I can hardly believe that the little girl in pigtails and a tutu is now a grown woman, and an Airman as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a family of patriots. Huz and I spent the first three years of our relationship writing letters to each other while he served in the Army. We got married on the 4th of July. I have a special place in my heart for members of the armed forces. My sister will be in my prayers, along with all of the men and women who protect our freedom, their families, and the families of those who gave up their lives in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do worry about my family. My mom is taking it pretty hard, and I don't know exactly how to be there for her from all the way over here. My brother is now the only kid in the house (there were four of us) and he's going to be leaving for college next year. And my poor dad has to worry about everyone else. I wish there was something I could do. I guess it's just growing pains, but knowing that everything won't ever be the same again is a little sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am very proud of her, and respect her decision very much, I still worry about her, and miss her a lot. I know God will protect her, and I'll see her again soon. I just hope that the girl who dances around the living room, who can kick butt at XBox with the boys, or bake a killer dessert with the girls, who texts me pictures that she knows will make me laugh, and can wear the most ridiculous thing possible and still make it look good, will come home as well. I know the military will make her stonger, give her more direction and focus... but I don't want her to lose those parts about her that I love. I just try to have faith that it will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see my sister again. I don't think she likes Tinkerbell anymore, but I saw this and couldn't resist lol. It's so silly, but that's okay. =) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589374557387001010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-629dv0Vg_y8/TZFyi9GojLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XPx--BAVh7I/s400/ProudAirForceSister.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6361050170505605141?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6361050170505605141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6361050170505605141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6361050170505605141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sister.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QAJtSYHPlk/TZFtDys-kGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XYEAauu-Loc/s72-c/14640_1066075149211_1746028551_135399_3377697_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4693194335013287932</id><published>2011-03-20T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:38:47.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bunday: Toys</title><content type='html'>My rabbits have a really bad habit of eating their house. Okay, really only Hef does. The girls are pretty good. Hef is our little Houdini, and is always trying to escape, so I kind of think that's why he's always chewing. Anyway, their house is expensive, and I don't want them to ruin it. I'm almost out of ideas on how to make him stop chewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy them a crapload of toys, so they have something they're allowed to chew on/burrrow in/throw around without being destructive. Jude likes them okay, but most of the time, Hef and Holly would just push them out of the way until they chewed on their house enough to get our attention, so we'd give them a snack. It drove me crazy for a bit. Those fatties don't even want to play and have fun, they just want food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the idea to "lace" their toys in grape juice. They love grapes! It's like candy, maybe even crack to them. So, we started rubbing down their toys with grape juice. It worked! They gnaw on their toys, trying to get the grape flavor! The cage was saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, now I think they're learning to just lick the juice off... ::sigh:: And they chew their cage to remind us to juice up their chew toys again.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586417368071829842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fabyBB4XSJI/TYbw_4b-eVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mCX9_mVtN4M/s400/toys.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Their hamburger chew toy, a stick ball thing, and some wooden blocks that I covered in juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4693194335013287932?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4693194335013287932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4693194335013287932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4693194335013287932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-toys.html' title='Sunday Bunday: Toys'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fabyBB4XSJI/TYbw_4b-eVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mCX9_mVtN4M/s72-c/toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4644273705647382968</id><published>2011-03-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:24:32.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bunday: What do The Buns eat?</title><content type='html'>My fattie Buns would eat anything they could get their paws on if I let them. They have such a sweet tooth, and know how to beg with the best of them. They're curious, and always want in on whatever we're having. They're spoiled, so they have stuff that's appropriate for them, but we make sure they love it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our bunnies eat timothy hay and orchard grass, depeneding on what'd available. We get our grass by the trunkload from an even crazier bunny lady than I am. She is amazing. We buy hay from her at a waaaay better price than we get at a pet food store. It's great. We also give The Buns fresh greens. Sometimes it's broccoli, carrot or beet greens, sometimes cilantro or alfalfa, and sometimes it's lettuces. They can NOT have iceberg lettuce though. We don't even really keep it in the house. It doesn't have any nutrients for them. But dark leafy green or purple stuff is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583799810007145314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxyDtoioDZw/TX2kV8xem2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bUJ5XpfQjQg/s400/2011-02-25_04-52-07_585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We give them a treat or two in there too. This time it was grapes, but they love pieces of carrot, or banana, pears and strawberries- anything sweet. Huz has a food dehydrator, so he's going to try to dry fruit in there for us and The Buns. In the summer, we get to pick stuff for them fresh from our garden (they're very considerate sometimes, and don't want us to trouble ourselves, so they'll just help themselves... sneakly little buns!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We give them fresh grass every day (sometimes twice a day depending on how active and hungry they are that day). They get greens most days, and love it. We try to keep the sweets and treats to a few times a week, and special occassions. They also have plenty of edible/chewable toys that they love. Like Huz and I, they love supper time, and appreciate a nice, homemade meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this salad look delish? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583800650571476194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMva1oanYi8/TX2lG4HobOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/64-O8zi5D78/s400/2011-02-25_04-53-22_633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4644273705647382968?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4644273705647382968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-what-do-buns-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4644273705647382968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4644273705647382968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-what-do-buns-eat.html' title='Sunday Bunday: What do The Buns eat?'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxyDtoioDZw/TX2kV8xem2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bUJ5XpfQjQg/s72-c/2011-02-25_04-52-07_585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2347026996577148478</id><published>2011-03-06T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:25:15.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Bunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Sunday Bunday: Mani/Pedi and Shopping with Jude</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of doing a weekly Bunny specific post on Sundays. Sundays can be pretty hectic for us, so sometimes it may be a Monday Bunday post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took Jude to get her nails did. &lt;a href="http://www.saveabunny.org/"&gt;Save A Bunny&lt;/a&gt; does free nail trims for Bunnys regularly, so I took her in and made a donation. I also got her a cute little carrier (smaller and with a messenger bag type strap) so I have the option to take her more places. It worked out really well. We met my aunt and cousin at Kohl's for a little shopping, and Jude went in with me in the tote. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kohl's, we found the CUTEST candle that incorporate two of my favorite things ever, Cupcakes and Bunnies! I bought &lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/upgrade/webstore/product_page.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524892699273&amp;amp;pfx=pfx_shopcompare&amp;amp;cid=shopping3&amp;amp;mr:trackingCode=5F6F5A4C-E744-E011-B2F2-001517B188A2&amp;amp;mr:referralID=NA#"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; adorable little thing (on sale- woot!). I love the little white bunny on top. Totally reminds me of Hef! The colors match my kitchen perfectly. I'm really happy with my little purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581164157302416466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AsZ5w5gyNrs/TXRHOxUnJFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PG_JwiLzMZ4/s400/736053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This concludes my first ever Sunday Bunday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2347026996577148478?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2347026996577148478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2347026996577148478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2347026996577148478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-bunday-36.html' title='Sunday Bunday: Mani/Pedi and Shopping with Jude'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AsZ5w5gyNrs/TXRHOxUnJFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PG_JwiLzMZ4/s72-c/736053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4900707343152640789</id><published>2011-03-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:08:51.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>Walk for Life &amp; Charged Up for Life 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKhexw-waX4/TW2_Wq0ntTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/50aY-YFeDJI/s1600/walkimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579325909554935090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKhexw-waX4/TW2_Wq0ntTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/50aY-YFeDJI/s400/walkimage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am so excited about this! I am working on #15 of my "Thirty Before 30" list! ::directs attention to right-hand side of the screen:: I want to participate in a race/walk/ or run for a cause I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to run the Charged Up for Life 5K. I'm getting together a team and sponsors so I can raise money for an amazing organization I'm involved with called &lt;a href="http://www.realoptions.net/"&gt;RealOptions&lt;/a&gt;. Huz and I donate money and baby items there regularly, and I volunteer there every week. It's a fabulous, welcoming place that provides important services including peer counseling, post-abortion counseling, information on parenting, abortion and adoption, pregnancy tests, ultrasounds, OB care, baby and maternity clothes, diapers, blankets, cribs, formula, strollers, child birth classes, referrals for other important community programs, and so much more. And all of the services are free of charge to clients! I love being a part of this awesome ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing part is, RealOptions runs entirely on donations, and is still able to provide free services! Because I absolutely love my volunteer work, and love the men, women, and children we serve, I want to make sure to help raise as much money as I can to make sure that those in our community are getting the support they need. I have seen so many individuals and families be totally blessed by this ministry, and I have been so blessed to serve them, especially alongside the wonderful people I work with. I know a real need is being met here, and I love being a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am no athlete. I do need to exrercise, and I always think I will, but I get lazy and don't do it. It's awful. But now, I feel like I have something bigger than myself (no pun intended lol) to motivate me. I'll be picturing my client's faces when they light up after seeing their baby for the first time through an ultrasound. I'll be thinking about those hugs I get from girls who are able to gain some comfort and peace knowing that we're here to help them. And I'll remember that in some of my clients' young faces I see my own mother, who got pregnant with me at 17 years old and, even when it all seemed hopeless, she made a choice for life. I am always thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's not about religion, or politics, or "saving babies", or punishing women, or judging and condemning, or taking away a choice, or anything like that. I want to help educate young men and women about the life that's growing, and help them to fully understand all their options. And, no matter what their decision is, I want them to know that I support them and love them and want to help them however I can. It's important to me that they know they are loved and valued, and that they are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you can, please help us with this Walk. We can use participants, sponsors, volunteers, cheerleaders, prayers... if you are willing, I bet we can find something for you to do! If you aren't local, you can sign up and get sponsors and walk around your neighborhood to participate. Or you can donate to my team and keep us in your thoughts or prayers. With un-athletic me in charge, we're going to need it lol! If you're interested, email me at mrs.moosie08@gmail.com and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, and God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I formed you in the womb I knew you. Before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.&lt;/em&gt; Jeremiah 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 139:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love, because He first loved us.&lt;/em&gt; 1 John 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His for Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4900707343152640789?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4900707343152640789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-for-life-charged-up-for-life-5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4900707343152640789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4900707343152640789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-for-life-charged-up-for-life-5k.html' title='Walk for Life &amp; Charged Up for Life 5K'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKhexw-waX4/TW2_Wq0ntTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/50aY-YFeDJI/s72-c/walkimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6781801396175385630</id><published>2011-02-28T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:36:17.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>I am Literary-ly swooning</title><content type='html'>::groan:: I know, that was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I am swooning over some of these home libraries. They are beautiful and so cool! I love them. Someday... ::le sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egx5rJXQ3tQ/TWyFEuHdqDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xhji8JcPII8/s1600/home-library-designs-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578980354550507570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egx5rJXQ3tQ/TWyFEuHdqDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xhji8JcPII8/s400/home-library-designs-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOkt3EkI8w/TWyE5wYb_kI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nBQ5EA_8ljM/s1600/home-library-designs-2-500x370.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578980166180011586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOkt3EkI8w/TWyE5wYb_kI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nBQ5EA_8ljM/s400/home-library-designs-2-500x370.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;a href="http://www.shelterness.com/20-cool-home-library-design-ideas/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6781801396175385630?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6781801396175385630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-literary-ly-swooning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6781801396175385630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6781801396175385630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-literary-ly-swooning.html' title='I am Literary-ly swooning'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egx5rJXQ3tQ/TWyFEuHdqDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xhji8JcPII8/s72-c/home-library-designs-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6172451975984046684</id><published>2011-02-27T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:37:46.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Jude my study buddy</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I have had a TON of schoolwork to do lately. I feel like it's taking over my life. I'll be glad when it's all over. Anyway, I bet you didn't know it, but Bunnies make great study buddies. Jude happily sat at my feet while I read and highlighted. As soon as I picked up my phone to play Words With Friends, she gave me one of those very disapproving bunny looks. I picture her lecturing me like Mrs. Kim on Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgWGxQabsz0/TWsbP_IoH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/L7FtLkKKkV0/s1600/2011-02-27_03-04-13_261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578582524888096754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgWGxQabsz0/TWsbP_IoH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/L7FtLkKKkV0/s400/2011-02-27_03-04-13_261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she realized how fascinating my book was (/sarcasm font) she came to see what it was all about. Obviously, she knows she's much more intelligent than me, and is laughing at my need to study. She's thinking "Humans. They're so dumb, but so cute. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578347348538133394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2S8FuHY5-o/TWpFW69bi5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ov9aeYEaNug/s400/2011-02-27_03-05-46_279.jpg" /&gt;Thanks StudyBun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6172451975984046684?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6172451975984046684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/jude-my-study-buddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6172451975984046684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6172451975984046684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/jude-my-study-buddy.html' title='Jude my study buddy'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgWGxQabsz0/TWsbP_IoH_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/L7FtLkKKkV0/s72-c/2011-02-27_03-04-13_261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2232245998217285019</id><published>2011-02-25T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:38:20.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crazy Bunny Huz</title><content type='html'>I married a Crazy Bunny Guy. He is just as smitten by these silly, fluffy trouble makers as I am. I snapped these pics real quick with my phone. Huz was falling asleep while we watched TV. Jude obviously thought his full attention needed to be on her. She started licking his nose, trying to wake him up so he could pet her. He got distracted by the The Office, and that just wouldn't do, so she licked him on the face again. This girl will not be ignored (and really, who would want to? I love that little face!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7JJlbMuvjc/TWevbNW_8WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ynXwd-PUEDA/s1600/2011-02-25_00-39-20_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577619545499103586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7JJlbMuvjc/TWevbNW_8WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ynXwd-PUEDA/s400/2011-02-25_00-39-20_512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw_MNSI5XOs/TWeulYve0jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Wo6htJNsthA/s1600/2011-02-25_00-49-03_375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577618620841644594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw_MNSI5XOs/TWeulYve0jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Wo6htJNsthA/s400/2011-02-25_00-49-03_375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2232245998217285019?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2232245998217285019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-bunny-huz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2232245998217285019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2232245998217285019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-bunny-huz.html' title='Crazy Bunny Huz'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7JJlbMuvjc/TWevbNW_8WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ynXwd-PUEDA/s72-c/2011-02-25_00-39-20_512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1876979412851488136</id><published>2011-02-24T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:39:00.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little post (shhhhh! I'm supposed to be doing homework right now!) to show the spaghetti cupcakes I made on Sunday night. I got the idea from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hello-Cupcake-Irresistibly-Playful-Creations/dp/0618829253"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, Cupcake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that I got&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for Christmas a few years ago from Huz's aunt. (She's so sweet!) &lt;div&gt;Anyway, I used a vanilla cake recipe, and made vanilla buttercream (piped to look like noodles). &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/FERRERO-ROCHER-24-PIECE-10-6/dp/B00407Z0ZE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;keywords=ferrero-rocher&amp;amp;fromGsearch=true&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;qid=1298606591&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;id=FERRERO%20ROCHER%2024%20PIECE%2010%206&amp;amp;node=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;searchSize=150&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=subjectbin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;frombrowse=0"&gt;Ferrero Rocher&lt;/a&gt; hazelnut chocolates and some strawberry jelly created a meatballs and sauce look for the top. These were soooo fun to make! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577473839068877442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee7taGK0mSQ/TWcq5-m8EoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qVaEvUTb4zs/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577474912470253970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TWm7TQtYK8/TWcr4dVxQZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JzrX5k_D6CA/s400/DSC_0526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1876979412851488136?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1876979412851488136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/spaghetti-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1876979412851488136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1876979412851488136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/spaghetti-cupcakes.html' title='Spaghetti Cupcakes'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee7taGK0mSQ/TWcq5-m8EoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qVaEvUTb4zs/s72-c/DSC_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2194988080456420303</id><published>2011-02-15T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:40:15.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Hangover</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful Valentine's Day! I slept in, and when I woke up, I had a sparkling clean kitchen (thanks to Huz!). We hung out at home with The Buns for a bit. They got little heart shaped red pieces of apple. When I was done being lazy, we got ready to go to one of our favorite sushi places. I was surprised again when there was a bouquet of roses right outside the door! Sooooo pretty and they smell great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574047527332446546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzHj3Ny3_A/TVr-sYvLgVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vN5HKIko0nI/s400/2011-02-15_14-25-37_808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had yummy sushi, and then went to get fro-yo at another of my favorite places. I wanted some delicious frozen custard (so good!) but the place was closed. No biggie though! We went home and I whipped up a surprise for Huz. Homemade boston creme pie cupcakes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574047055518549170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDw-mabKHyY/TVr-Q7F-xLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XYHhn3LZtaE/s400/boston%2Bcreme%2Bpie%2Bcupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loooooves boston creme pie, and he was really excited about these. That made me happy. We hung out and watched The Princess Bride together. It was such a great night, and I feel so loved. I'm still happy (hence the hangover).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a great day with friends, family, pets, kids, boyfriends, girlfriends... everyone! I hope your day was full of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2194988080456420303?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2194988080456420303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2194988080456420303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2194988080456420303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-hangover.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Hangover'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzHj3Ny3_A/TVr-sYvLgVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vN5HKIko0nI/s72-c/2011-02-15_14-25-37_808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2669795896464063840</id><published>2011-02-03T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:41:51.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Hoppy Chinese New Year from The Buns!</title><content type='html'>It's the year of the Rabbit, and we're excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TUrsOfyARMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8lfZLt-ggUI/s1600/2011-02-03_09-32-06_355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523622990595266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TUrsOfyARMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8lfZLt-ggUI/s400/2011-02-03_09-32-06_355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TUrsOMX7cKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rlwplMwDig4/s1600/2011-02-03_09-41-14_145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569523617780953250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TUrsOMX7cKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rlwplMwDig4/s400/2011-02-03_09-41-14_145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope it's a great year for EveryBun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2669795896464063840?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2669795896464063840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoppy-chinese-new-year-from-buns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2669795896464063840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2669795896464063840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoppy-chinese-new-year-from-buns.html' title='Hoppy Chinese New Year from The Buns!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TUrsOfyARMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8lfZLt-ggUI/s72-c/2011-02-03_09-32-06_355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6557702840473820133</id><published>2011-01-24T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:43:30.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Bunny-whipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just found this super awesome site! It's &lt;a href="http://www.bunny-whipped.com/"&gt;bunny-whipped.com&lt;/a&gt; and I love it! They have a Cafepress store too, where I can buy just about anything with this on it:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565741464983498850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT18X7QA8GI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UxLbG-1pzFo/s400/cbl.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;along with a slew of other super cute designs and a portion of the sales are donated to bunny rescue groups! Huzzah!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just found out that they recently had a "Crazy Bunny Lady Photo Contest".  I just missed it! Well, I'm pretty sure we all know who will win next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6557702840473820133?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6557702840473820133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/01/bunny-whipped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6557702840473820133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6557702840473820133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2011/01/bunny-whipped.html' title='Bunny-whipped'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT18X7QA8GI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UxLbG-1pzFo/s72-c/cbl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6897268375757716231</id><published>2010-12-25T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:44:20.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRbpfc6x8-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/hQmLD1id7BY/s1600/bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554883916956038114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRbpfc6x8-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/hQmLD1id7BY/s400/bunny1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (don't shoot your eye out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Crazy Bunny Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/93/21DBA582B7E6EC87A7CB1528A1ACE668.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6897268375757716231?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6897268375757716231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6897268375757716231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6897268375757716231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRbpfc6x8-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/hQmLD1id7BY/s72-c/bunny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6304353029801019891</id><published>2010-12-22T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:46:14.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick ::cough cough::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blech.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfLDf5hiNqI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cfLDf5hiNqI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRHIk3zQujI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AR-WYH676j8/s1600/tissuebox_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553440351304333874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRHIk3zQujI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AR-WYH676j8/s320/tissuebox_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRHIJqgOsCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8-Sm_artxuA/s1600/cough-syrup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553439883878379554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRHIJqgOsCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8-Sm_artxuA/s320/cough-syrup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6304353029801019891?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6304353029801019891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sick-cough-cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6304353029801019891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6304353029801019891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sick-cough-cough.html' title='I&apos;m sick ::cough cough::'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TRHIk3zQujI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AR-WYH676j8/s72-c/tissuebox_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8763659045224272575</id><published>2010-12-07T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:27:37.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>50 books in 2010 update</title><content type='html'>I officially know there is no way on God's green earth that I will finish &lt;a href="http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/50-books-in-2010.html"&gt;22 more books &lt;/a&gt;in about 3 weeks. I tried. I blame "Wicked". That book was so boring. I absolutely loved the play (like seriously love) but I've been reading the book for like 5 years and just cannot get through it. I tried it again, determined to like it (or at least finish it). I read it for 6 weeks and just couldn't stand it anymore. I'm about half-way done. Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also blame "Alice I Have Been" by Melanie Benjamin. I borrowed the audio book from the library, and listened to it at night while I cleaned or folded laundry. I even put it in my iPod and tried to listen to it on the plane ride to Texas. I didn't like it. It made me super uncomfortable, and was just really weird to listen to. I wasted another 3 weeks on that audio book, and didn't even finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also blame my Droid X. It's really sad, but I noticed that I stopped reading as much after I got a Smartphone (sooooo ironic, right!). It turned my brain to mush. Instead of reading before class starts (Oh yeah, I also blame going back to school!) I check my Facebook. Instead of reading on long car rides, or in the doctor's waiting room, or while I eat (or sometimes, instead of talking to my poor Huz ::sadface::) I played Angry Birds/ Sudoku/ Abduction!/ Alchemy. Instead of reading a chapter before bed, I caught up on the blogs I follow. My Smartphone made me a dummy. I feel sad about that. I've seriously only read like 4 books since I got the phone &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in July). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to finish out the year strong (I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Greater-Love-Mother-Teresa/dp/1577310063"&gt;"No Greater Love"&lt;/a&gt; by Mother Teresa right now and really love it!) and start over again in 2011! That sounds like a good year to read books. And now, I'm warmed up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8763659045224272575?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8763659045224272575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-books-in-2010-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8763659045224272575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8763659045224272575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-books-in-2010-update.html' title='50 books in 2010 update'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8929515164817055584</id><published>2010-12-05T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:07:18.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I took The Buns to see Santa today</title><content type='html'>At a local pet supply store, volunteers with &lt;a href="http://www.saveabunny.org/"&gt;SaveABunny&lt;/a&gt; do free tail trimmings for rabbits every few weeks, so I brought the buns to get a mani/pedi. I also found out that the store was doing Pet Pictures with Santa for a small donation (which benefited the &lt;a href="http://svaca.com/"&gt;SVACA&lt;/a&gt;). I was really excited, and could not pass up an opportunity to cheese it up with my Buns. I realize that this catapulted me to new dimensions of craziness. I hope you can still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPx7CcDPR3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/vKK1qNCYoTo/s1600/Santa%2BBunny%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547444122833340274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPx7CcDPR3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/vKK1qNCYoTo/s400/Santa%2BBunny%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8929515164817055584?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8929515164817055584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-took-buns-to-see-santa-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8929515164817055584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8929515164817055584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-took-buns-to-see-santa-today.html' title='I took The Buns to see Santa today'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPx7CcDPR3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/vKK1qNCYoTo/s72-c/Santa%2BBunny%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1717394744342273778</id><published>2010-12-04T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:27:09.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous'/><title type='text'>Someday my house</title><content type='html'>will look like &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/candyland/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPraO65UwnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gIuEpsTRlNY/s1600/bakerella2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546985840922903154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPraO65UwnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gIuEpsTRlNY/s400/bakerella2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZzRAk6cI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1k2xjc1xgT8/s1600/bakerella4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546985365822564802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZzRAk6cI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1k2xjc1xgT8/s400/bakerella4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZXf_LhMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-FW9pdF2Oe4/s1600/bakerella3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546984888806900930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZXf_LhMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-FW9pdF2Oe4/s400/bakerella3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZGbiVmGI/AAAAAAAAATs/-IU_U7WRYqY/s1600/bakerella1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546984595554408546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrZGbiVmGI/AAAAAAAAATs/-IU_U7WRYqY/s400/bakerella1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics from &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"&gt;Bakerella's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I absolutely love her. She is amazing. And, I guess she has amazing friends, because these Christmas decorations are fabulous! I would love to decorate my house like this. But then, I'd never ever want to put my Christmas decorations away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1717394744342273778?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1717394744342273778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1717394744342273778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1717394744342273778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday-my-house.html' title='Someday my house'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPraO65UwnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/gIuEpsTRlNY/s72-c/bakerella2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4736400416276575310</id><published>2010-12-04T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:23:48.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post! Yay! Exciting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546975129683462434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrQfca1iSI/AAAAAAAAASk/xOLD0oRuOvU/s320/350_bunny-clapping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for reading my blog. It's been a fun way to share and feel connected to my friends. I really appreciate the comments, encouragement, inspiration and hugs I get here and from all the blogs I follow. And even though my life is not terribly exciting, and I often talk about nothing in particular, you guys make me feel loved. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4736400416276575310?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4736400416276575310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4736400416276575310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4736400416276575310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/12/100th-post.html' title='100th post!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPrQfca1iSI/AAAAAAAAASk/xOLD0oRuOvU/s72-c/350_bunny-clapping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5580222803462440966</id><published>2010-11-30T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:25:39.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Breakfast in Bed Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPX0BJHDhtI/AAAAAAAAASU/ydmEvYLpODg/s1600/breakfast%2Bin%2Bbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545606816639190738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPX0BJHDhtI/AAAAAAAAASU/ydmEvYLpODg/s400/breakfast%2Bin%2Bbed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love cupcakes. My kitchen is decorated with them, and I have clothes, accessories, and makeup that are cupcake related. I love baking them. But I don't really like to blog about the cupcakes I bake. I have friends who have baking blogs, and their amazing cupcakes completely blow mine out of the water. Yeah, my friends are pretty freaking talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my church did a Bake Off Auction this Sunday. A bunch of ladies and gentlemen in the church baked some delicious goodies which were auctioned off to raise money for our Christmas production. And the baker of the goodie that sold for the highest amount got a really cool custom apron. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some delicious-looking goodies there. The smell was amazing, and I wish I could have tasted a bit of everything. I wanted to bid on them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contribution was two dozen "Breakfast in Bed" themed cupcakes. I made Peaches and Cream cupcakes with diced peaches and a creamy center, topped with home made vanilla buttercream and a peach (see how it looked like sunnyside up eggs?! ::wink::) I also made French Toast Cupcakes with home made maple buttercream and hickory smoked bacon on top. It was so fun to put my display together and make it look like a real breakfast! And, it was really cool to hear people's comments about how creative and fun they were. I was really proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cupcakes didn't win, but they did make $40 for the fundraiser. The winner was a five-tiered strawberry short cake (tall cake?) that sold for $100! It's okay though. When you're earning money for a great cause, second place still tastes sweet. ;) And there's always next year right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5580222803462440966?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5580222803462440966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakfast-in-bed-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5580222803462440966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5580222803462440966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakfast-in-bed-cupcakes.html' title='Breakfast in Bed Cupcakes'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TPX0BJHDhtI/AAAAAAAAASU/ydmEvYLpODg/s72-c/breakfast%2Bin%2Bbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3760469901255218170</id><published>2010-11-21T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:36:57.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What if I gave everything?</title><content type='html'>I don’t wanna go through the motions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna go one more day&lt;br /&gt;Without Your all consuming passion inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking&lt;br /&gt;"What if I had given everything&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going through the motions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind&lt;br /&gt;Let Your love&lt;br /&gt;Make me whole&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m finally feeling something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause just ok&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Help me fight through the nothingness of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3760469901255218170?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3760469901255218170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-i-gave-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3760469901255218170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3760469901255218170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-i-gave-everything.html' title='What if I gave everything?'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4042016601829410601</id><published>2010-11-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:27:05.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How do those ladies</title><content type='html'>on the face wash commercials splash the water on their face like that? Their super powerful hands send up a huge wave of water in slow-mo and wash all that soap cleanly away. How do they do it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I tried to wash my face like that. I scooped up a bunch of water in my hands and threw it up at my face. It did not all of a sudden go into slow-mo and make my face clean and beautiful. The water made the soap go in my eyes, I felt like I was drowning for about 3 seconds, and my mom got super-duper mad at me for getting water all over the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I think about these ladies and their face wash commercials every time I scoop up water and try to wipe the soap off my face? (I'm still too scared to try splashing it again. It would be really embarrassing to drown in my own sink).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4042016601829410601?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4042016601829410601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-those-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4042016601829410601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4042016601829410601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-those-ladies.html' title='How do those ladies'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6481065341747996777</id><published>2010-11-19T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:31:10.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huz and I had some of his cousins over tonight. With them came three boys, two 2-year-olds and a 1-year-old. All walking. All loud. All drooling and sticky and wanting to touch everything. And all completely adorable and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huz and I are NOT used to a lot of noise. Our house is usually pretty quiet. On a normal day, we'll light some candles and have a mellow or fun Pandora station on while we go about our routine. Or we watch TV or read or just talk together. But it's usually pretty low key and calm. Our bunnies don't really make noise, and my Huz is a pretty quiet guy. We're used to peace and quiet around here. I'm not sure what we were expecting with three Little Ones in the house, but I know we were unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have a toy box with a bunch of pretty cool toys because sometimes our Godkids come over to play. I really thought we were ahead of the game for even having toys. I forgot that every other part of our house is not child-friendly. I had to make several trips from the living room to my craft room carrying our breakable stuff. I had to remember that it wasn't the end of the world when there were chips and crumbs ground into my carpet and drool and little toddler-sized hand prints on my furniture. I had to look to the kids' moms for confirmation that the very loud noises the boys were making were completely normal and nothing to be scared about. And I had to comfort the poor Buns and give them extra treats after everyone left, because I'm pretty sure they were all "WTH is this?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I'm not competely used to the whole kid thing. And our current lifestyle is definitely not conducive to having one. It'll happen when it's the right time, but tonight, I felt way in over our head. It was cuh-razy. But really a ton of fun. Seeing the boys play together, share, ask me to come help them with a toy, hearing them giggle at the bunnies and having a blast with each other and us... it was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I definitely have to hand it to parents. I don't know how you guys run around with your kids all day every day. I don't know how you do it with or without an 8+ hour workday thrown in there. Huz and I played with these boys for like 2 hours and we're exhausted. Huz has his leg up and iced, I took two Tylenol to help my pounding head, and I am about to curl up in bed under my blankets with a heating pad and listen to the soft soothing sounds of the rain outside. We are total lightweights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541542720133722322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOeDvl048NI/AAAAAAAAASM/RGPnVU1r2ZE/s400/2010-11-19_20-02-18_701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The three boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure we'll be finding blocks and balls in random places for the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6481065341747996777?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6481065341747996777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6481065341747996777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6481065341747996777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOeDvl048NI/AAAAAAAAASM/RGPnVU1r2ZE/s72-c/2010-11-19_20-02-18_701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1274306096693278961</id><published>2010-11-19T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:24:38.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Blanket Fort</title><content type='html'>Last night, Huz and I watched one of the funniest shows on TV: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/11/19/community-stages-epic-blanket_n_785980.html"&gt;"Community". &lt;/a&gt;It makes me laugh every week! In the show, Troy and Abed (such a dynamic duo) make the world's most awesome Blanket Fort. As soon as the show ended, Huz and I looked at each other and yelled out "Blanket Fort!" We rearranged the couches, raided our blanket closet, gathered every pillow in the house, grabbed a lantern and built our own blanket fort in the living room. We brought Jude in on the fun too (Hef and Holly were so not amused with us). We had a lot of fun in our fort, and it made me so glad that I have a Husband who not only goes along with such crazycakes ideas, but thinks them up too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541405510255246690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOcG87Mn_WI/AAAAAAAAASE/i43foxct49o/s400/2010-11-19_02-12-32_662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1274306096693278961?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1274306096693278961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/blanket-fort.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1274306096693278961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1274306096693278961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/blanket-fort.html' title='Blanket Fort'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOcG87Mn_WI/AAAAAAAAASE/i43foxct49o/s72-c/2010-11-19_02-12-32_662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8576039870292826339</id><published>2010-11-18T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:36:13.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite sound in the world</title><content type='html'>has to be my Gorgeous Huz singing worship songs along with Pandora while vacuuming the living room. I love you Babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8576039870292826339?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8576039870292826339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-sound-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8576039870292826339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8576039870292826339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-sound-in-world.html' title='My favorite sound in the world'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6870167837242179885</id><published>2010-11-17T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:30:13.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feline AIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOORlKmaxvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JtzrbhZxoVQ/s1600/debbie_downer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540432034282522354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOORlKmaxvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JtzrbhZxoVQ/s400/debbie_downer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a lot of people are being so negative lately. It's really bringing me down. It's making me want to withdraw and avoid them. When I hear or read things from people that are all cynical and pessimistic and complainy, it puts me in a bad mood, and then I find myself being negative. What a bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6870167837242179885?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6870167837242179885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/feline-aids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6870167837242179885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6870167837242179885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/feline-aids.html' title='Feline AIDS'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TOORlKmaxvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JtzrbhZxoVQ/s72-c/debbie_downer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7105473320461909816</id><published>2010-11-07T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:28:46.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was sitting in the living room studying when I glanced over and saw all my bunnies just looking at me. I'm not sure if they were daydreaming about how lucky they have it and how happy they are, or if they are in cahoots and have some evil plot for revenge going on. I snapped a pic with my phone to document it either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left in her own hutch is Jude. She's still recovering from the spay, but I think she's feeling a little better every day. She moves around more and just begs to be petted and picked up. We can't pick her up for another few days (sadface), but we sit next to her hutch and talk to her and pet her and give her treats. She loves attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the two story cottage is The Boss, Hef (maybe we should start calling him Jefe). He's always up there, surveying the land, checking out his kingdom... and trying to be the first one to spot when a treat is on it's way. If he hears the fridge door open, or the rustling of packaging, he's runs up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly kind of blends in, but she's at the bottom of the cottage, just taking it easy. She gets a lot of beauty rest. She likes to lay in her bed and not be bothered. And if something doesn't go the way she thinks it should, she'll stomp. She and Veruka Salt have that in common. I wonder if Holly wants a bean feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536918539639643026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TNcWE3F-25I/AAAAAAAAARs/g0x2a6oKmzI/s400/2010-11-06_23-57-37_945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometime soon, we'd like to get a third story for the cottage hutch and have all three bunnies bonded so they can live in there together. Jude's hutch is our outdoor one (The Buns' cabana if you will. They'd go in and drink water or grab a snack while playing in the yard) and I'd like to get it back outside asap. Crossing our fingers that bonding goes well after Jude heals completely!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7105473320461909816?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7105473320461909816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7105473320461909816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7105473320461909816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/hanging-out.html' title='Hanging Out'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TNcWE3F-25I/AAAAAAAAARs/g0x2a6oKmzI/s72-c/2010-11-06_23-57-37_945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1342768532219899414</id><published>2010-11-05T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:37:21.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Happy Spay Day Jude!</title><content type='html'>Well,  she's not having a happy day right now, but it's all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving little baby bunny is in her hutch, eating strawberries and bananas. Those are sweet treats to Buns. I think it's like giving ice cream to kids who get their tonsils out. As long as she's eating and keeping up her strength and getting better, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up early this morning and took Jude to the clinic for her spay appointment. I was really super nervous leaving her there, and almost cried on the way home. I know I'm crazy. I was a nervous wreck all day. I'm afraid of what I'll be like when we have a human baby. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked her up about 8 hours later, and I could tell she was tired and in pain and out of it from the meds. Her eyes were half closed, and she was trying not to move. And she didn't try to lick our hands so we'd pet her. I was really sad. We're instructed to keep her in her hutch, in a dark and quiet place with soft blankets and towels, her hay, water, and a few treats that she might enjoy, and keep her calm. We're doing our best to comply and let her have time to rest and heal. Huz wants to go check on her and bug her every 10 minutes. He's just concerned. He's a Crazy Bunny Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude's moving slowly around her cage. We put everything she needs really close together so she wouldn't have to move much, and I think that's helping. I feel so bad that she's in pain. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it. I almost chickened out at the last minute and said "Do we really need to spay her? Our other bunnies are fixed, and I won't let her wander off or anything!" Huz reminded me that it's the responsible thing to do for Jude and her health. I know he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she has to stay in her cage by herself to heal for about five more days. And she can't be around the other buns for about two weeks. We will definitely be spoiling her and making sure she's as comfy and happy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel better my sweet little Bun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1342768532219899414?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1342768532219899414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-spay-day-jude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1342768532219899414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1342768532219899414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-spay-day-jude.html' title='Happy Spay Day Jude!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1081934177415762087</id><published>2010-11-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:20:01.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Voting Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TNDi436C4jI/AAAAAAAAARg/hFKHV5xvuUw/s1600/ivoted.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535173408746299954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TNDi436C4jI/AAAAAAAAARg/hFKHV5xvuUw/s400/ivoted.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope you did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1081934177415762087?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1081934177415762087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-voting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1081934177415762087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1081934177415762087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-voting-day.html' title='Happy Voting Day!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TNDi436C4jI/AAAAAAAAARg/hFKHV5xvuUw/s72-c/ivoted.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4790857455288364795</id><published>2010-10-26T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T02:24:14.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How He Loves</title><content type='html'>It's a really great song. And it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJyW55AXJAk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJyW55AXJAk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/TJyW55AXJAk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJyW55AXJAk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJyW55AXJAk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4790857455288364795?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4790857455288364795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-he-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4790857455288364795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4790857455288364795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-he-loves.html' title='How He Loves'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1739494166346559124</id><published>2010-10-13T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:37:18.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><title type='text'>Another Bonding Update</title><content type='html'>We are still working on bodning. We've tried "bathtub bonding" (being in a strange area -like the bathtub- together promotes a bond and positive feelings toward each other) and have been able to go for longer and longer periods of time. When Holly and Jude were able to last for an hour to an hour and a half in the tub together without Holly trying to bite Jude's face, we put them both in the same hutch together. The hutch has two sections and I divided the sections with a wire door. Each Bun got a section to play in, but they could still see and smell each other through the door. I monitored this and saw some pretty good signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly HATES being away from her house. So being in a new environment was probably pretty stressful for her. Jude was trying to lick her and sniff her through the slits in the wire door, and really wanted some love in return. Holly was just like "get me out of here". But, she didn't seem aggressive toward Jude, which is progress! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few hours, I bring both bunnies on the couch with me. I pet them and talked to them and let them interact with each other and run around a bit. I didn't see any biting or fighting. Jude tried to groom Holly, and Holly tolerated it nicely. We all hung out and watched Glee together, and it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, They stayed in the 2 room hutch for an even longer period of time. While I cleaned the kitchen, did dishes, folded laundry and hung out in the living room, they hung out in their divided cage. I stayed up pretty late, and napped on the couch, listening for them. There were no signs of aggressiveness, and they seem to be adjusting nicely. (I think Hef was a little lonely in his hutch by himself though. He was monitoring the Ladies' activity as much as I was. He would look around all sad like "Hey? Where are my girls?" and every time he heard a noise coming from the Girls' hutch, he'd climb to the highest part of his hutch and try to see what's going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I took out the wire door dividing the hutch. There is just one big space for Holly and Jude to run around in and play. I've been monitoring them for a couple of hours. They've been napping and eating. Holly has been letting Jude groom her, and hasn't tried to bit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest test will be when we try putting all three of them in the big two-story hutch together (that's where we hope they'll all live eventually). Holly and Hef can be pretty protective of their space, so it might take a little longer to get everyone comfortable with that. And, I am a little concerned about re-introducing them all after Jude is spayed next month. (She'll have to be by herself for a while to limit her running around so she can heal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything works out, and all three of our Crazy Buns will be head over heels for each other. ::fingers crossed::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1739494166346559124?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1739494166346559124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/10/bonding-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1739494166346559124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1739494166346559124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/10/bonding-update.html' title='Another Bonding Update'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1882871979627353927</id><published>2010-09-21T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:53:01.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><title type='text'>Bunny Bonding Update</title><content type='html'>When two bunnies meet, it's not always love at first sight. They can be very territorial and aggressive. When Hef and Holly met each other, there was some sniffing and a little bit of biting... and then they literally bonded overnight. They fell completely in love with each other. We were lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding with a third bunny is a little more complicated. The dynamics are totally different. Hef and Holly's whole life as been turned upside down. And poor Jude just wants to be friends. It's taken more time with this bonding experience, but I know it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the evening, Huz and I (or just me if he's at work) will open up the Buns' hutch doors and sit on the kitchen floor. When they're ready, they come out and walk around, come get a treat from us (usually some cilantro, or a grape, or a piece of dried apple or banana) and run around the kitchen. Well, Hef will run around. Queen Holly doesn't even want to leave her bed sometimes. Actually, I give her credit. She's been coming out to play more often. And Jude will explore a little, and then then come sit on my lap. Then, get brave again, go out and explore a little bit more, and then come back and lie next to me. It's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, through these carefully monitored playtimes, we've made some progress. Hef (the most dominant bunny) no longer snaps at or chases Jude. He will sniff her, lounge next to her, and I even caught him licking her fur once! (but I think it might have been because she dribbled some grape juice on it by accident ::shrugs::) Jude is very careful around him, and will approach him gently, sniff at him, and attempt a little cuddle. But if he moves or she hears him make any noise, she'll run like hell. Sometimes, one of them will accidently make a quick movement, which will startle the second one and make him/her jump back quickly, which makes the first one freak out and run.... and they both end up running in opposite directions at top speed over nothing. I'm glad they're getting to know each other, and neither is outright attacking. I choose to see it as a positive sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Jude's attempts to win over Holly have not been as successful. Holly has always been very shy and timid. But, with a new girl hanging around, we've seen that she can get a little aggressive as well. If Jude comes near her, or her house, she'll try to bite her fur. Jude immediately runs away. I've kept a really close eye on those two, and won't leave them alone together. I'm hoping that eventually, Holly will get used to Jude and they will all get along so well that we can keep them in one hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken yesterday. They were distracted by some yummy cilantro and forgot to be suspicious of each other for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520041351989735938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TJsgXPrQsgI/AAAAAAAAARM/BR43lvizyJ8/s400/all+my+babies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1882871979627353927?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1882871979627353927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/bunny-bonding-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1882871979627353927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1882871979627353927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/bunny-bonding-update.html' title='Bunny Bonding Update'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TJsgXPrQsgI/AAAAAAAAARM/BR43lvizyJ8/s72-c/all+my+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7927792038722583984</id><published>2010-09-21T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T03:48:39.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Our Crazy Bunny Family...</title><content type='html'>is now officially one bunny crazier. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz and I decided that we just fell in love with sweet little Jude a bit too much to place her with someone else. She belongs here with us, and this is her home. We're so happy to have her (and we realize that adding another bunny makes us completely certifiable. We're cool with that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you forgot, I checked with our vet, and it was going to cost $500 dollars for us to get Jude spayed there. Yeah, you read that right. 500 benjamins, c-notes, bucks, smackeroos, bones, clams, greenbacks, dead presidents...that is a lot of sweet moolah. So, I made some calls and found the Palo Alto Spay and Neuter Clinic. They gave me an estimate of $85. So now we have a Spay Day set up for Jude. I'm really excited about that! (I don't think Jude shares my enthusiasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here begins life as we know it... with three bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the family Jude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519313507273362306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TJiKZG0LS4I/AAAAAAAAARE/Ri8-5szNT78/s400/jude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7927792038722583984?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7927792038722583984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-crazy-bunny-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7927792038722583984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7927792038722583984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-crazy-bunny-family.html' title='Our Crazy Bunny Family...'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TJiKZG0LS4I/AAAAAAAAARE/Ri8-5szNT78/s72-c/jude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8709021595430470563</id><published>2010-09-17T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:47:54.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Hey Jude</title><content type='html'>Well, we've had Jude for a little over a week. This bunny has been amazing and full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all ::drumroll please:: Jude is a girl! We took her to the vet for a check up, nail trim, and to get her sexed and see if by some good fortune she was already fixed. The vet said she is a girl and not fixed. =( So, I'm trying to make calls and get info about low cost spay clinics in my area (it will cost $500 to get her spayed at our regular vet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super important to me that Jude gets spayed both so she doesn't end up contributing to rabbit overpopulation, and so she has a long and happy life with a lower risk for cervical and uterine cancers. Hopefully I can find a lower cost clinic soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news is that we've introduced Jude to Hef and Holly. Huz and I have been sitting on the floor with Jude and Hef and Holly and monitoring their "playtime". Hef and Holls are still very territorial and while they tolerate Jude, they aren't in love with her. They'll be around her for a while (if we bribe them with food), but Hef will chase her away once in a while or scare her. I feel bad because Jude is so loving and you can tell that she is really curious and wants to go make friends with the other bunnies. Since they're not really playing with her, she's taken to Huz and me. She wants to be right next to us. If we scooch away, even a bit, she'll move even closer. She'll crawl into Huz's lap and take a little nap. She loves when we pet her head or ears, and rewards us by licking us and "grooming" us right back. She's super affectionate and very social, and just the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, and it's so true- spending lots of time with bunnies allows you to experience how different they each are.  It's been so fun to have an affectionate lap bunny who loves on us right back. I always thought Hef and Holly loved us, but I've had to come to terms with the fact that my bunnies are total fatties. They are very treat motivated and often when I think they're loving on me or excited to see us... they really just want to know if we have any food for them. That's the extent of their interest in us. It's okay with me because they're a lot of fun, and I love them. I'm just glad I finally realize my place in this relationship. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow we have a date to meet a potential adoptive Mom for Jude. Honestly, part of me really hopes that everything goes smoothly and that tomorrow we find her forever home. Jude deserves a place of her own to run around and do happy bunny dances in. And she is such a happy, loving bunny that I know she'll make any Bunny Mama proud. I know first hand that she is a wonderful, amazing rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's why the other part of me, the selfish part, wants to keep Jude. I feel like WE could make amazing parents to her too. I know we'd do a great job, and I know she's happy here. I love how she comes to the front of her hutch in the morning, waiting for me to pet her. Even when I offer a bit of carrot, or a grape, or cilantro, she's happy to ignore it if I'll just scratch that spot behind her ears. And she LOVES Huz. Loves his lap, his pets, and loves to lick his hand. He's grown very attached to her too. He looks like a sweet little boy when he picks up that bunny and sings "Hey Jude.... don't be afraid" to her. We are smitten. We're both in love with her, and if tomorrow is the day she gets a new family, it's going to be hard to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see what tomorrow brings. Now that I'm all weepy, I need to go and cuddle a sweet little bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8709021595430470563?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8709021595430470563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-jude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8709021595430470563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8709021595430470563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1738956781885961323</id><published>2010-09-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:05:29.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm a Foster Mama!</title><content type='html'>Huz's grandmother's neighbor got this little guy for her daughter around Easter. She named him Justin Beiber. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515508155611241634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsFcfL6XKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ISIBKrBdPm0/s320/jude2.jpg" /&gt; Recently, they got the little girl a $1K "designer" breed puppy, and the little girl lost interest in the bunny. They were going to go and "release" him in a local park (so not the best idea for a tame rabbit. He wouldn't even begin to know how to survive.) Huz and I took him in and are calling him Jude. We're going to try to find a fabulous home for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515507359579796162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsEuJvOcsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Yku-gsHGrMA/s320/jude1.jpg" /&gt;He is really a sweetheart. In just the few hours he's been here, he's starting to relax and become a bit more outgoing and curious. He loves to be pet on the head, tolerates being picked up pretty well, and likes playing with toys. That was fun for me to see, because my buns usually don't give a crap about toys (they have about a million of them, the spoiled brats! lol) He's a burrower, so he has a little t-shirt that he digs and rearanges. It's super cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515507908101968226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsFOFJGkWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/bFJHMNnUL7U/s320/jude+3.jpg" /&gt;It's so funny to see another example of how different bunnies' personalities can be! If you don't own a rabbit, it can seem like they'd all be the same (kind of what I would think about fish, because I don't have them). But, they really are different and have different interests, preferences, dislikes, favorite snacks and habits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515507635449979474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsE-NbzYlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HGKR0fS57AQ/s320/jude4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hef spends all his time trying to break out of his house. And then, as soon as he's out, he wants to be in. He is super active, curious and mischeivous. He loves to chew on stuff (whether it's his or not) He really keeps us on our toes. And, he'll do anything for a treat. He recognizes the sound of the refrigerator opening, vegetables being cut, and his bag of hay being opened. And he completely expects to have something delicious presented to him immediately after hearing these noises. He is my crazy little Dennis the Menace Bunny and I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515513214704089074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsKC9xo9_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EtpzWuYcBOE/s320/2010-09-04_17-42-35_501.jpg" /&gt;My little Holly is a sweet, shy, timid little girl. She prefers to stay close to home, but will go anywhere Hef is. She is absolutely in love with him. When she gets scared or nervous, she covers her face in his fur. She gladly accepts any treat offered, and then runs over to enjoy it in her favorite spot- her bed (a girl after my own heart lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515513936973555010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsKtAcGZUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/e691CmRVJ_s/s320/holly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's new in the Crazy Bunny House. We've got a new addition for now, and I hope this is a new beginning for the little guy. My hope for him is that he gets the perfect family who will love and cuddle and play with him. As I'm typing, he's resting in my lap after the eventful day he's had.  ::happy sigh:: This is the life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1738956781885961323?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1738956781885961323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-foster-mama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1738956781885961323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1738956781885961323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-foster-mama.html' title='I&apos;m a Foster Mama!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TIsFcfL6XKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ISIBKrBdPm0/s72-c/jude2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2805222327496900599</id><published>2010-08-15T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:44:06.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight was Game Night at our cousins' house with our awesome P family! I love being married into such an amazing family. They've treated me like a member of the fam right from the start, and I still get warm flutteries in my tummy when I remember that I really am officially a part of the family. They're THAT awesome =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was asked to bring a couple of Very Important Things. &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/Buffalo-Chicken-Wing-Dip-116266"&gt;Buffalo Chicken Wing Dip&lt;/a&gt;, and Quelf. Quelf is an amazingly awesome board game. It's super fun and super crazy. When you have the right people playing, it's the best game ever. We took it camping last month, and had a fabulous time. Tonight was even more fun. I seriously recommend this game if you want to laugh til you puke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505542794720374002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGeeAI8E7PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uaGEOXMOpWE/s320/quelf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (pic from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boardgames.about.com/od/nyctoyfair2007/ig/GamzeZone2/Quelf.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I also brought Cupcakes. I went with a game night theme and made Popcorn Cupcakes. I got the idea from a cupcake cookbook Huz's aunt gave me for Christmas (there are some SUPER cute things in there that I want to try!) They're vanilla cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and little marshmallows arranged to look like popcorn. I placed them in the popcorn containers I bought last year in the dollar section at Target. I loved them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGeYhPnugCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aAbSWDMmz-0/s1600/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505536766379982882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGeYhPnugCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aAbSWDMmz-0/s400/popcorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wore my Nudist Cupcake shirt. I got it on &lt;a href="http://shirt.woot.com/Blog/ViewEntry.aspx?Id=13485"&gt;Shirt.Woot&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen. I am totally in love with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505542352622082130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGedmZ_oWFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/q7I4px5Dswg/s400/Fresh_Cakeis9Detail.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I slipped on my Cupcake Chucks and Huz and I ran out the door. (Only like 45 minutes late, but really, when we're with the P family, that's right on time). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505550507701381810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGelBGCDKrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/M_Zmj5QEv3g/s320/3413025564_2bb6c97fec.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66286528@N00/3413025564/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had SUCH a great time! We talked and laughed and played and ate like food was going out of style. Huz talked about manly things with the men, and I tried to contol my laughter (without success) with the rest of the cousins. Oh! I also got to hold one of the cutest babies ever! Our cousin G had Baby Mason a few months ago. He is soooo cute, and I got to feed him his bottle for a little while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505548673356971218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGejWUkQvNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m4QMveaVFrc/s320/2010-07-29_14-55-49_460.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2805222327496900599?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2805222327496900599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/game-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2805222327496900599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2805222327496900599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGeeAI8E7PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uaGEOXMOpWE/s72-c/quelf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7384407242167141827</id><published>2010-08-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:11:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Killer Pile of Laundry</title><content type='html'>Laundry Day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::shudder::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate laundry. It's my enemy, my nemesis, the bane of my existance. When I finally feel like I've defeated Laundry... without fail, the next day I have nothing to wear and it starts all over again. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while all my friends are at The Peach Pit for malt shakes, or the club to shake your groove thing or at a fair or carnival where everyone breaks out in song and dance... or wherever else my insane, Glee-loving brain imagines all you crazy kids with actual lives go... I will be tackling this Bad Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503657789285398130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGDrmYeq9nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zwz_ziNWt6g/s400/2010-08-09_22-58-55_132.jpg" /&gt;Washed and clean and ready to be folded. At least I have 3 episodes of Mad Men to catch up on while folding... and I can always just put it away tomorrow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Okay, really I procrastinate so much that it turns into laundry week. It's happened to you too, don't lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7384407242167141827?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7384407242167141827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/attack-of-killer-pile-of-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7384407242167141827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7384407242167141827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/attack-of-killer-pile-of-laundry.html' title='Attack of the Killer Pile of Laundry'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TGDrmYeq9nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zwz_ziNWt6g/s72-c/2010-08-09_22-58-55_132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3503383809161014257</id><published>2010-08-04T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:56:57.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>::peeks in::</title><content type='html'>::dusts off blog::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! It's been way too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, slacking off here means it's been super busy in real life in the Crazy Bunny House. In addition to the normal, boring work and everyday stuff, Huz and I enjoyed our anniversary and had a great time celebrating in Monterey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501843972854581170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp58XufB7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nlAA3p84I60/s400/DSCF3206.JPG" /&gt;We went to The City, had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe, and saw Sir Paul McCartney in concert (seriously, best concert of my life!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp5Vm3pTdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2u9Guy2LTbI/s1600/DSCF3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501843306904636882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp5Vm3pTdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2u9Guy2LTbI/s320/DSCF3217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501843086630886690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp5IySSnSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Wh4r2qsv0Bs/s320/DSCF3219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501840423239902722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp2twYZZgI/AAAAAAAAANg/bRI5bTwgAzM/s400/DSCF3222.JPG" /&gt;And of course, we went on our annual Sunset Beach week-long camping trip with Huz's fam. It was a &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501816141032251346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFpgoWG839I/AAAAAAAAAMY/DEXE0z-SvlM/s400/A+and+M+sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've had a lot of fun, and have enjoyed spending time together and with our family. Hopefully I'll be able to update with other exciting stuff soon b/c Huz has decided to make a 30 before 30 list too! And, we're both in the process of getting back into school (a major task on BOTH of our lists!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. A short update with pictures, but not a whole lot of reading. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3503383809161014257?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3503383809161014257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/peeks-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3503383809161014257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3503383809161014257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/08/peeks-in.html' title='::peeks in::'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TFp58XufB7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nlAA3p84I60/s72-c/DSCF3206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5230101965716677189</id><published>2010-07-04T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:24:48.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to the Crazy Bunny Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TDCMNl-AXeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kU-UcDRQKXM/s1600/n1314798305_30161092_4426628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490042110923005410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TDCMNl-AXeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kU-UcDRQKXM/s400/n1314798305_30161092_4426628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her fabulous Huz of course! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I married a man who I believe was truly created for me. Nobody else in the whole world could ever appreciate me, love me, and really "get" me like he does. When I make a smart-ass remark or make an obscure movie reference, he is always right there with me and understands. He spoils me, he cuddles me when I'm clingy and need attention, he patiently puts up with me when I'm grumpy (and usually hungry), he encourages and praises me when I accomplish even the smallest thing. He knows everything about me and still loves me! He's seen me at my worst and has helped me to be my best. He still looks at me from across the room like he's seeing me for the first time. My Huz really is perfect for me. And every day, I still get excited when I wake up because I know I get to see him when I open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz you are my best friend, the love of my life, my partner in crime, my strength, my cheerleader, the father of my future children... you are my heart and you are my world. I love you and appreciate you more than you could ever know today and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so cheesy right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like on our wedding day, I would also like to remember the brave men and women who serve our country, protect our rights, and fight for our freedom. I am a proud patriot, and I think our country is great because selfless men and women are willing to sacrifice on our behalf. I remember when Huz was in the Army, and I have so much respect and admiration for those who choose to serve. If you have a mother, father, husband, wife, son, daughter, cousin, aunt, uncle, sibling or any family member or friend who has served in the armed service, past or present, please know that I am thinking of them and praying for them today. I am grateful for their dedication and service, and for the support and sacrifice of their loved ones. And I am forever thankful to those men and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice for us. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be safe, and take a moment to be thankful for all that you have, and remember those who sacrifice so you can have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Crazy Bunny Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5230101965716677189?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5230101965716677189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-anniversary-to-crazy-bunny-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5230101965716677189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5230101965716677189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-anniversary-to-crazy-bunny-lady.html' title='Happy Anniversary to the Crazy Bunny Lady!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TDCMNl-AXeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kU-UcDRQKXM/s72-c/n1314798305_30161092_4426628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5920209397484793600</id><published>2010-06-21T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:21:41.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring</title><content type='html'>For weeks and weeks, I have wanted to write about how inspired I am by a blog I read. &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/"&gt;Enjoying the Small Things&lt;/a&gt; is an amazing blog, and I swear, I leave my desk blubbering like a baby way too often after reading. I started reading shortly after Kelle had her second daughter, and I am making my way through the blog from the beginning. The amount of love captured in her writing and photos is indescribable. I feel renewed and inspired, and hopeful for my future family after reading her posts. She has a talent for seeing the beauty and good in so many things, and not only survives what may be one of the most challenging things anyone has to face, but embraces it and counts it as her blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the birth story of her second daughter,&lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2010/01/nella-cordelia-birth-story.html"&gt; Nella&lt;/a&gt;, I cried my eyes out. I cried more than I had in years. Her words and images really impacted me and I was left thinking about her blog for days after. She is so honest and creates beauty with her words. I appreciate her openness and the way she sees things. You can tell that she really loves life and is thankful for what she has, and I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really encourage you to follow her blog (if you're not already doing so). Just a warning, you may come away inspired or in tears, and probably both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5920209397484793600?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5920209397484793600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5920209397484793600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5920209397484793600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7267072594571526333</id><published>2010-06-18T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:32:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>Weigh in was last night</title><content type='html'>and I'm down 4.4 pounds! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous b/c AF came for a visit today and I was feeling totally bloated and gross, but even with that, I lost! The WW leader called my cousin, aunt, uncle and me "The Loser Family" since we all lost weight this week. Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, we did our C25K training. I was not feeling it =(. I'm not sure if it was AF, or b/c my ipod broke ::sadface:: or b/c I didn't eat much earlier (b/c of weigh in) but I did not have the energy. I finished it, but I didn't feel as motivated as before. I'm soooooo glad my cousins were with me because I am sure I would have quit without them motivating me (and singing to me since my ipod broke). I love you cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz and I celebrated with pizza (I made sure it had lots of veggies and I looked up the points before so I knew how much I could have). It was sooooo good, and I felt great that I had lost weight, worked out, and got to enjoy a pizza and movie night with Huz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to lose another 3-4 pounds this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7267072594571526333?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7267072594571526333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/weigh-in-was-last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7267072594571526333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7267072594571526333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/weigh-in-was-last-night.html' title='Weigh in was last night'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6402438978970010406</id><published>2010-06-10T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:30:49.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>First Weight Watchers meeting and end of Couch to 5K week 1</title><content type='html'>So today was my first WW (weight watchers) meeting. I liked having the support of my cousin, aunt and uncle who also went. They were super encouraging and made me feel really good for being there. I hated the weighing in part (duh) but I wore my shoes and sweatshirt hoping that next week (when I show up all but naked) the numbers on that cussing scale will be waaaaay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if I'm honest, my impression of my very first meeting is that it feels like a cross between AA and Sunday School. I'm not an alcoholic, so it's not like I'm an AA expert. I did go to a LOT of Sunday School classes though. The little "Bonus" stickers reminded me of AA tokens or something. And the little booklet had the lesson of the day (which we followed along with on the big pad of butcher paper the leader read from in front of the class). I almost expected to color a picture of Jesus on a donkey. But, whatevs. It was interesting although a little uncomfortable. Hopefully that was just first day jitters and I'll learn a lot next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After WW, we did our C25K training. I have to admit that it's kind of kicking my butt. I thought it'd get easier but now I'm sore and trying to run which hurts even more. My legs and hips literally burn and then feel like jelly after. I'm so glad that I'm doing this with my family, because I know I would have quit by now if it was just me. I'm a quitter. It sucks, but it's true. I played the flute for two months and quit. I made the softball team in middle school and quit. I was captain of the lacrosse team in high school and quit. I started Project 365 and quit.... I don't know why, but I just don't keep at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after confessing this to my cousin A, she told me she would keep me accountable and help me stay on track. I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit. I will train and I will run a 5K on Halloween and I will wear a cool costume and I won't give up before the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I will ask Huz nicely to rub my poor, sad, tired, hurty legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6402438978970010406?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6402438978970010406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-weight-watchers-meeting-and-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6402438978970010406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6402438978970010406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-weight-watchers-meeting-and-end.html' title='First Weight Watchers meeting and end of Couch to 5K week 1'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1482524919491911165</id><published>2010-06-06T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:03:03.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>Couch to 5K</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I'm a jogging girl! Who let this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who! My annoyingly adorable and convincing cousins A &amp;amp; N. Somehow, at a recent family get together, I was convinced it would be a good idea to start walking... and jogging... and eventually running... and maybe do a 5k race... and I think I might have even been talked into doing weight watchers... and I think I gave away my watch too (totally kidding.... they didn't talk me out of my watch. I don't even wear one. Who wears a watch nowadays? Don't we all just look at our phones?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my super awesome cousins and aunt and I are are going to participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.fromcouchto5k.com/"&gt;Couch to 5K&lt;/a&gt; program. I am a textbook couch potato. Huz and I eat in front of the tv, use the computer while watching TV, fold clothes and clean up with the TV on.... it's my constant companion. Even when I cut back my TV time, it's still on A LOT! And I hate exercise. Buuut, I love my cousins &amp;amp; aunt and I love finding excuses to hang out with them. So I jumped on board. They are all the most encouraging running (jogging?) mates ever. I had fun and am actually looking forward to doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til I'm a skinny, sexy 5K running Babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1482524919491911165?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1482524919491911165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/couch-to-5k.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1482524919491911165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1482524919491911165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/couch-to-5k.html' title='Couch to 5K'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1327118836588069633</id><published>2010-06-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:13:12.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Holly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TAmsNe2oeiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HbZQGwSE79U/s1600/holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479099769293404706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TAmsNe2oeiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HbZQGwSE79U/s400/holly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two years ago today, a sweet, shy little bundle of nerves came into our lives. We adopted our little Holly Heart from a local shelter as a buddy for Hef (and because I caught Bun fever and took one look at her and knew she was mine). She was so scared and tense the first few weeks at home, and I felt so bad for her! It takes her much longer than it does her husBun to warm up and be comfortable, but over the last two years, I've seen her come out of her shell and really love her home and place here with  us. She runs and jumps and bunny-dances and plays and begs for treats. She is still a timid little lady, but she is our sweet little girl and I am so glad she is a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Holls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1327118836588069633?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1327118836588069633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-holly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1327118836588069633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1327118836588069633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-holly.html' title='Happy Birthday Holly!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TAmsNe2oeiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HbZQGwSE79U/s72-c/holly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8188802399318525163</id><published>2010-05-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:32:59.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Congratulations Bestie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_9C4a8FboI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P9Iseg_dU-4/s1600/love+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476169208977256066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_9C4a8FboI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P9Iseg_dU-4/s320/love+bug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This adorable little guy is my Bestie's brand new son! He had a lot of people waiting to meet him and cheering on his Mama. Bestie's due date was originally in June, so right from the start (before we knew if baby would be a girl or a boy) I dubbed the cutie "Junebug". Well, he wanted to meet everyone before that, so now he's a little Love Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz and I went to the hospital at around 3 in the morning, right after Bestie and the grandma-to-be gave us the call (er... text). Bestie's other family members joined us a little while later. I have to say, I was soooooo impressed with her. She totally rocked and kind of made giving birth look like a piece of cake. She is my hero. And her husband was a total rockstar too. I teased him a little bit and said he should be a professional birthing coach and charge people for staying so level headed. This beautiful little family did so well, and I am so incredibly blessed that I get to be a part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the boys watching the baby was wonderful. Huz and Bestie's husband are good friends, and one of the sweetest moments was when they were both gazing in awe at little Love Bug and Huz said to Bestie's husband "So.... that's the little guy that's been kicking your wife huh?" Bestie's husband was too enamored with his new son to really be able to think of a response. It was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, congratulations to my amazing, strong, inspiring, fabulous Bestie on her sweet little boy. I love your little family so much, and you guys mean the world to me. I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: this picture was shared with Bestie's permission. We all know how I feel about people sharing the birth deets before the parents get a chance to. ::side eye::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pps: In the interest of full disclosure.... I totally swiped it from the new Grandpa's FB page... so Gramps, if you don't like that I have your pic, and you read my blog and see this, let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8188802399318525163?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8188802399318525163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/congratulations-bestie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8188802399318525163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8188802399318525163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/congratulations-bestie.html' title='Congratulations Bestie!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_9C4a8FboI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P9Iseg_dU-4/s72-c/love+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6888405452795938921</id><published>2010-05-24T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:11:08.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Special Games</title><content type='html'>On Friday, my co-workers and I took some of the high schoolers we work with to volunteer at the &lt;a href="http://www.losaltoskiwanis.org/sg"&gt;Kiwanis Club Special Games.&lt;/a&gt; At first, I was a little nervous about having our kids (who have issues of their own and often need extra support and guidence when we go out in the community) interact with kids who maybe look different, and face different challenges than them. I reminded them on the way over that they should treat everyone with respect and kindness, and be open to making new friends that day. They all seemed to understand and promised to be on their best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those kids seriously blew me away. All of the them! Both our kids and the kids participating in the games... they were all so inspiring and it was such a wonderful day! Our kids were tenderhearted and so encouraging to the little ones we were helping. They held their hands, pushed their wheelchairs during the races, cheered and rooted them on. I got a little misty eyed a few times because I was so overwhelmed by the positivity that was going on around me. Our kids were able to set aside their own issues and really focus on making the athletes feel important and supported. They never once complained about the weather, about being hungry or bored, about being tired... they had such a great attitude and really let themselves enjoy the experience. I was so completely impressed with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The athletes participating in the games looooooved having our kids to help them. They had their own personal cheering squad, and had tons of people to hug, high five, and show off their ribbons to after they finished their activities. It was so inspiring to see how positive these kids are and how willing they are to face challenges. They were all smiles and I appreciated how willing they were to share their day with us. It was seriously amazing to see two such different sets of kids who face a different set of challenges come and work together and have a fabulous time doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such an awesome day. I remember standing in the middle of the field, watching one of our girls holding hands with one of the little athletes, cheering her on as the girl ran with the braces on her legs, and thinking "this is a beautiful day that I know I will remember for a long time". It was such a wonderful reminder that love and acceptance and encouraging others is really what life is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_pryvlYFFI/AAAAAAAAALw/rquxOc3hqmM/s1600/special+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474806816533124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_pryvlYFFI/AAAAAAAAALw/rquxOc3hqmM/s320/special+games.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6888405452795938921?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6888405452795938921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6888405452795938921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6888405452795938921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-games.html' title='Special Games'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_pryvlYFFI/AAAAAAAAALw/rquxOc3hqmM/s72-c/special+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2292115569653657258</id><published>2010-05-19T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:32:39.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472910910490312418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_OvefMifuI/AAAAAAAAALo/gOgFKbyiGjk/s400/wicked.jpg" /&gt; I would just like to go on record saying that today (well, it's now the next day so yesterday- 5/18) was the best day I've had since my wedding I think. It rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked at my volunteer job at the pregnancy center (which I completely love!) I'm flying through my training and it just feels so right to be there. I love the girls I work with and love the women I get to help. The time flies when I'm there and I love every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, Huz and I had sushi at one of our favorite spots. I got my favorite New Jersey rolls and they were delish. It's always a good day when sushi is involved, but it didn't stop there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huz took me to SF to see Wicked again! We saw it last year and I absolutely fell in love. I have the soundtrack memorized and it's one of the first ones I reach for whenever I want to listen to something that makes me happy. I looooooved seeing it again and fell in love all over. I can't believe how talented that cast is, and I love the story. I also got a Wicked charm for my charm bracelet, which I am in love with. Thank you Huz for taking me and spending time with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, finally, I got to watch my ultimate celebrity crush Neil Patrick Harris on Glee. I don't want to spoil it in case you haven't seen it yet, but it was definitely my favorite episode so far. I loved everything about it and could have listened to NPH sing for hours. So fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was my great day! I got to spend it with my amazing Huz doing all my favorite stuff. 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title='Best day ever'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S_OvefMifuI/AAAAAAAAALo/gOgFKbyiGjk/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4956682766100362444</id><published>2010-05-17T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:41:24.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Hef learned how to get his own treats</title><content type='html'>I'm just glad he lacks the physical strength and opposable thumbs to open the fridge by himself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sorry about the crappy phone video and lack of lighting... we're pretty old school with our technology around here and our new "green" light bulbs take like 10 minutes before I can even see anything.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b34840ad07c6cee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4035818299544470697</id><published>2010-05-16T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:58:16.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Before 30'/><title type='text'>30 before the big Three Oh!</title><content type='html'>So far, I'm really loving 26 (I know it's only been like a week, but it's been a pretty good week!) Recently I was cleaning out my dresser and refolding and organizing my clothes. I came across a memory book I made back when I was in high school that holds tons of pictures and lists and random thoughts I had at 16. One of the lists was of stuff I wanted to do. So, 10 years later, I decided to use some of them (along with others that I have been thinking about for a long time) and make my 30 before 30 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, my list of 30 things I want to do/try/accomplish before turning 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. celebrate my Huz turning 30!&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;del&gt;finish training and be the best counselor I can be for the pregnancy center I volunteer at&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. become and stay debt free&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;del&gt;donate blood&lt;/del&gt; (completed on 5/6/10 and will continue to donate regularly!)&lt;br /&gt;5. earn my Bachelor's degree&lt;br /&gt;6. learn to use my sewing machine and make something for each of my godkids&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;del&gt;knit a full scarf&lt;/del&gt; (I finished my very first scarf while in Texas over New Years. It was a pretty purple fluffy one that was a gift for my mom. I also taught my little sister how to knit and encouraged my other younger sister to learn to crochet. We spent the whole visit being crafty little old ladies! My second scarf was started on the flight back home! Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;8. travel to Japan&lt;br /&gt;9. Visit Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;10. bond all three bunnies together!&lt;br /&gt;11. read the entire bible&lt;br /&gt;12. sponsor a second child through &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. see Prince in concert&lt;br /&gt;14. look into adopting a child to start our family&lt;br /&gt;15. participate in a race/walk/ or run for a cause I believe in&lt;br /&gt;16. declutter my life and house and recycle or donate the things I don't need anymore.&lt;br /&gt;17. take a self defense class&lt;br /&gt;18. make a family tree&lt;br /&gt;19. write our Love Story&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;del&gt;find a ministry to get involved in at church and let God use me there&lt;/del&gt; I am involved in our Young Adults ministry, I was involved in the Christmas Production (so fun!) and am going to be joining a Married Couples Bible Study. I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;21. organize my recipes&lt;br /&gt;22. learn Spanish&lt;br /&gt;23. get into Grad school&lt;br /&gt;24. organize a clothing drive for CPC&lt;br /&gt;25. go on a mission trip&lt;br /&gt;26. get in the best shape of my life and feel fabulous in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;del&gt;bake a cake or cupcakes from scratch&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. own my very own gun&lt;br /&gt;29. be in the habit of tithing/donating at least 10% of our income, saving 10%, putting 20% toward retirement and living off only 60%&lt;br /&gt;30. climb Half Dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do! I better get started! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4035818299544470697?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4035818299544470697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-before-big-three-oh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4035818299544470697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4035818299544470697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/30-before-big-three-oh.html' title='30 before the big Three Oh!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1700252769599811626</id><published>2010-05-14T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T04:50:21.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootylicious</title><content type='html'>So, being that I'm a super mature, responsible old lady (in my mid to late 20s! gah!) now, I've been trying to hit the gym more and make being active a bigger part of my lifestyle. I am not a girl who loves to work out. Far from it. When I told my mother in law that I can't stand going to the gym, she said "Well, I saw on some show that you can combine some work out moves with cleaning your house! You can do lunges while you vacuum or do squats and stretches while you dust!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? The two things I hate doing the most in the world? And you want me to do them at the same time (instead of doing my two favorite things- eating ice cream and watching Glee?) Sorry MIL, but that's the worst idea in the history of ever. Thanks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have a two year pre-paid gym membership (what was I smoking again when I thought that was something I'd totally make good use of?) so it would probably be a good idea to get my cute not-so-little buns on a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went. And it sucked. But not as much as it could have. I have found that being prepared helps. I love drama and playing dress up (after-Thanksgiving-dinner fashion shows were a HUGE part of my and my cousins lives. Just don't ask when the last one we did was... it's probably more recent than you'll feel comfortable knowing about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my iPod ready with music, grabbed my "I totally belong to this gym, I even have a towel with their logo on it" towel, filled my cute water bottle up and climbed on the dreaded elliptical. I'd be a lying liar if I said that the 45 minutes flew by... but having the right music really did help. I'm not a huge fan of Ke-money sign- ha, Beyonce or Lady Gaga during my regularly scheduled activities... but once I am on that machine, it's like I'm channeling them. I'm a fame monster! My body &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; too bootylicious! And I totally wake up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I would like to use this time to scold the girl who was on the machine next to me. Hey you, Smug Jerk In The Tiny Shorts! Yeah, I covered the screen of my machine with my towel, and I hope you didn't like it! Keep your eyes on your own screen sister! It's not a damn race. Yeah, so what you ran harder than the fat girl wearing 2 sports bras struggling to breathe while whispering Destiny's Child songs on the machine next to you.... but that's only because we weren't chasing the paleta man! Pavlov's dogs have nothing on this drooling chica when those bells toll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1700252769599811626?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1700252769599811626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/bootylicious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1700252769599811626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1700252769599811626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/bootylicious.html' title='Bootylicious'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8260771692848694861</id><published>2010-05-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:16:59.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-ZgR1Ir2CI/AAAAAAAAALg/bQGg02WDAOY/s1600/Pink-Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469164656925595682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-ZgR1Ir2CI/AAAAAAAAALg/bQGg02WDAOY/s400/Pink-Cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sorry Huz, but if I could, I would totally make our kitchen like this. You already know I'm halfway there. Out of my love and devotion to you, I still try to pretend that my kitchen should be suitable for a grown up.... but deep down in my pink little heart, I want this! Pink hair, pink stand mixer, pink tile, pink apron, cupcakes &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;... I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8260771692848694861?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8260771692848694861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8260771692848694861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8260771692848694861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-ZgR1Ir2CI/AAAAAAAAALg/bQGg02WDAOY/s72-c/Pink-Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1618770897537333726</id><published>2010-05-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:00:14.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the Bunny Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-US6nMykwI/AAAAAAAAALU/v3v78a_m7Fk/s1600/cupcake_candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468798120675676930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-US6nMykwI/AAAAAAAAALU/v3v78a_m7Fk/s400/cupcake_candle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my 26th birthday! Huz and I are going to drive up and see my grandparents and aunt (who is totally my "twin") and the fam and have dinner with them. I'm so excited! I haven't seen my grandparents in what seems like forever, and it's nice to be able to go up there when it's not for a holiday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited because I'm picking up some cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.jenscakes.com/"&gt;Jen's Cakes.&lt;/a&gt; I&lt;em&gt; love &lt;/em&gt;Jen's cakes! We first met Jen when we picked her to bake our wedding cake almost 2 years ago. Since then, we've used her for Huz and my birthday cakes, our goddaughter's 1st birthday cake, baby shower cakes, my cousin's birthday and wedding cakes.... and other events that I know I'm forgetting at the moment. Anyway, the point is that I looooove Jen and her fabulous cakes (and so does everyone else who comes to our parties and tries them!) She is sweet, and has the cutest little family! And yummy cakes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we'll pick up cupcakes and go visit the family. And after my birthday.... I'm thinking about making some serious changes. I'm a girl with big dreams you know. I have a lot I want to accomplish, and I know if I set my mind and heart to it I can totally do it. I'm just a total procrastinator and get distracted sooooo easily, that by the time my day ends I'm like "What the heck! Where did the time go? I haven't even started on my list!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz and I really want to make an effort to start living the life we want now. We always say "someday when we get a house" or "In the future when we have the money/time/ finally get around to it". That is just not going to cut it. There is no good reason why we shouldn't start doing some of the stuff we want and accomplishing some of our goals and going after our dreams &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. I just need to cut down on or kick my 7th Heaven/ facebook/Mall World/Family Feud/nesting/ vegging in front of the tv/ look up random funny stuff online habit. I'm going to start limiting my time on the computer and in front of the telly (which will be toooootally hard b/c I love to keep up with my friends... both online, IRL, and on my shows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to blog, and hopefully this change will mean I'll have more interesting stuff to blog about! I want to get better at and spend more time doing the stuff I love (like reading, knitting, gardening, hanging out with the buns, baking, going for walks, volunteering, riding my bike, learning how to use my sewing machine.... see there is sooooo much stuff I'm not doing because I get lazy and sit on my rump! Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye 25.... it was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it! I won't see you again, but that's okay. I know that I will so totally rock 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Crazy (old) Bunny Lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1618770897537333726?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1618770897537333726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-bunny-lady.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1618770897537333726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1618770897537333726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-bunny-lady.html' title='Happy Birthday to the Bunny Lady!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S-US6nMykwI/AAAAAAAAALU/v3v78a_m7Fk/s72-c/cupcake_candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8117611741712701643</id><published>2010-04-29T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:40:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave blood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S9ozxNmJ1pI/AAAAAAAAALM/l26o6_MF1xw/s1600/0429001605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465738018323814034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S9ozxNmJ1pI/AAAAAAAAALM/l26o6_MF1xw/s320/0429001605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have always had a totally irrational, hugified fear of needles. I hate them. The idea of getting a shot makes me a little dizzy and sick to my stomach. I get nervous and get chills. It's not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made it my goal to donate blood by my 26th birthday (which is May 8th), and I really wanted to accomplish that. I figured if I can face my fear and do something to help somebody else, it's a total win win! I also got my O negative blood from my mom... and I've heard that I'm a "Universal Donor", so I feel like it's my responsibility to donate blood to others. (I could totally save your life Sucka!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huz went with me and donated blood too. He is so supportive and always makes me feel safe, so it was so great to have him there. Seeing him smile and be proud of me was a really nice prize when it was all over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little traumatic... the 3 people helping me couldn't find my veins... they tried both arms and were having trouble. I let them know that when I get blood drawn at the doctor's, they usually take it from the back of my hand. The nice lady said "Oh, our needles are too big for that. If we try to take the blood from your hand, it will completely explode your vein". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh..... thanks lady for completely terrifying me! So then I started crying a little. I totally cry when I get nervous or anxious. So that got THEM worried and they were like "Well, if you're nervous, you can always come back another time.". I was all "You Crazy Heads, I'm going to be nervous no matter what the heck day I come back! I just want to do it now!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I closed my eyes, cried just a little bit more, and turned my head away. It hurt, and I was really worried about moving my arm, but the nice lady talked with me and told me all the gossip. I squeezed the crap outta that little rubber ball, and I filled up my little baggie in no time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, everyone around me smiled and said they were really proud of me (and yeah, these were all total strangers!) One lady clapped, and every one was super nice. Now, I know this is not PC, but I kind of think that maybe they thought I was "slow" or really young or something because they seemed really impressed and very happy for me that I gave blood. Or maybe they were just really nice and saw that I was taking pictures and stuff... whatever, everyone was super nice and smiley and I was totally an attention whore so it was all good! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relaxed and had cookies and apple juice in the little snack area and hung out for a bit (that's where the picture above was taken). I got a cool sticker and a red bandage on my arm, and I've totally been showing it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the story of how this Trypanophobic donated blood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8117611741712701643?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8117611741712701643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-gave-blood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8117611741712701643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8117611741712701643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-gave-blood.html' title='I gave blood!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S9ozxNmJ1pI/AAAAAAAAALM/l26o6_MF1xw/s72-c/0429001605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5907630790048035378</id><published>2010-04-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:33:19.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>We arrived safely in Texas on Wednesday. For a minute there, I didn't think we'd make it. Huz got SUPER sick and I thought we'd have to cancel the trip. Then, the day we got here, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; got really sick. And that totally sucks because one of the perks of coming to stinky Texas (besides getting to see the fam) is the yummy food. I was really sad that I missed a few days of eating deliciousness because I was sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're both feeling MUCH better now and have plans to visit a local donut shop and the famous cupcake truck tomorrow. And we'll get to see my baby sister dance in her spring show. Exciting stuff!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5907630790048035378?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5907630790048035378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5907630790048035378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5907630790048035378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7096368802558518843</id><published>2010-04-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:25:34.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum'/><title type='text'>Sushi!</title><content type='html'>Nomnomnomnom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huz and I went out for sushi with one of our friends earlier this week. It had been soooo long since I had some soosh that I was drooling before we even got there! I was looking forward to it all day and wore some jeans with a little extra "give" just for the occasion. The three of us ordered together and shared from a big platter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458668022853725506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S8EVpUD67UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ayMhfOJjKt0/s320/0408001720.jpg" /&gt;Fabulous right? But come on.... do you think that is going to satisfy 3 sushi lovers like us? Try again:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458668493278179106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S8EWEsh2byI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nPPED1nw6S4/s320/0408001741.jpg" /&gt;Yup! That's the SECOND platter that we shared! And it was all sooooooo yummy and I'm only a little bit ashamed looking back now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmmm..... sushi.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7096368802558518843?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7096368802558518843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/sushi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7096368802558518843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7096368802558518843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/sushi.html' title='Sushi!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S8EVpUD67UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ayMhfOJjKt0/s72-c/0408001720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4190871793079527362</id><published>2010-04-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:57:09.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I was tagged by the fabulous &lt;a href="http://deepthoughtsofanotsodeepthinker.blogspot.com/"&gt;K-Bar of Deep Thoughts of a Not So Deep Thinker&lt;/a&gt;. This is my first time being blog tagged. I hope I do this right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who is your style icon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh... I don't think I really have one (I am sooo not a stylista). Although I do think America Ferrera and Jordin Sparks always look super cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457323755717092274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xPCqvRY7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/pdYvGLm1bs0/s400/americajordin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2. What is your favorite Socialite Lit. Book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialite is practically Royalty right? And Buttercup was a Princess... (haha... is it too much of a stretch?) I'll go ahead and say The Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457324375860123170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xPmw85FiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mTOulqFc6Iw/s320/51zgspzihnl_sl500_.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite Party Theme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80's of course... or game night. I love game nights!!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xecLSjbuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lSmVYowPLG0/s1600/80s.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457340686626156258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xecLSjbuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lSmVYowPLG0/s320/80s.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457341629521239042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xfTD2QnAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EB_eJX4vVdY/s320/game%2520night.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Go to Halloween costume&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wayne and Garth. I'm pretty sure we could find every part of this costume and be ready to go in 5 minutes flat. Sidenote: I totally think Wayne and Garth are our celebrity couple. =)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457343560152099778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xhDcAhq8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UDnyeJ2oyq8/s320/Waynes+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Extravagance you can't live without. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our projector. We play rockband on it, have movie night, and Huz plays his kill and destroy type of shooting games on it. It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457338827403616242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xcv9JW3_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/b0eXOP4uS8g/s320/EpsonEHDM2View3_high%2520(Small).jpg" /&gt; 6. Living Person you admire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our parents are some of the most kind, loving, wise, caring, most incredible people ever, and I am so thankful for them&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457338064892395458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xcDkkg_8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/KlQ8g9fFd4A/s200/our+parents.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and my Huz is the bravest, most gorgeous, funniest, most amazing man in the whole world. He's been through hell and back, and has never let anything keep him from loving me. And of course, my husband can arrest your husband... so there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457336316532115986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xadza8ShI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dkXOM5-LK_E/s320/hus.bmp" /&gt;7. Greatest Fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh... seriously, it's this happening. I am soooo scared of needles. I have nightmares about this very thing happening. I feel like somehow, the needle will pierce through my arm, rip open my veins, and I will bleed to death. ::shudder:: That's probably why I haven't gotten my ears pierced again (I was an infant when it happened), why I don't have a tattoo, and why I'm scared of pregnancy/giving birth. Ugh, I have goosebumps just thinking about it all.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457334678871706354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xY-eqRivI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TEhoyoFPEos/s320/NeedleThruArm.jpg" /&gt; 8. Trait(s) you deplore in yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a first class procrastinator. I'll totally blog about it... maybe tomorrow&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457334151258755426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xYfxJi0WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DtJZ3h1S4JY/s320/toon_procrastinator.png" /&gt;9. What talent would you most like to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to learn how to sew. I want to... It would come in handy. I have visions of creating cute stuff for my house, adorable gifts, awesome one of a kind clothes... but it probably won't happen b/c of #8 anyway haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333545821937666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xX8huKIAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/g2hDMVb0mLg/s320/sewing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your greatest achievement?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning to be happy with who I am/what I have and not comparing myself to anybody else. I am so in love with my little family, and I'm becoming more and more comfortable with me. I am so appreciative and thankful right now.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457340020680323762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xd1acscrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4Y3ISJZJvYs/s320/DSC_0608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duck... Duck... Goose! I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://worldaccordingtopatty.blogspot.com/"&gt;StumpyG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.meetthetoomeys.com/?p=199"&gt;Cara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://traubulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://zorklife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.seemichelleblog.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4190871793079527362?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4190871793079527362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-tagged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4190871793079527362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4190871793079527362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7xPCqvRY7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/pdYvGLm1bs0/s72-c/americajordin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1773931650456288007</id><published>2010-04-06T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:54:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie night!</title><content type='html'>Huz and I had movie night tonight. We netflixed (netflixeded ?) Wall-E. It was really cute. I liked Eve and the little hair and make-up robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my absolute favorite was the little short that was in the bonus features. It was an adorable little movie called "Presto" about a magician and a bunny named Alec Azam (how cute is that?!). He's trying everything in his power to get a carrot, and is so mischevious! As we were watching it, Huz and I were yelling out "That's Hef! Oh my gosh, that is soooo totally Hef!". I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can share that Pixar short with you &lt;a href="http://www.livevideo.com/media/playvideo_fs.aspx?fs=1&amp;amp;cid=88FAA3BA50C64D82AF182A71EB7365EE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1773931650456288007?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1773931650456288007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1773931650456288007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1773931650456288007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-night.html' title='Movie night!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1495939727799407969</id><published>2010-04-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:47:01.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Happy Resurrection Day!</title><content type='html'>Easter has always been really important and special for my family and me. While growing up, we wore our new just-picked-it-up-from-layaway-at-Ross dresses, went to church to watch the Easter play, had lunch at Grandma's and looked for eggs. I loved having that time with family, and love even more remembering the sacrificial love that Easter is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years in church, sometimes I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; can't wrap my head around how much Jesus loves us. To leave Heaven, come down here in the form of a man with all the temptation and hurt and frustration that being human entails is already a big sacrifice. And to voluntarily be rejected, tortured, hated, have the whole world's sin put on his shoulders, and be killed for them. And then, to conquer death, to raise again from the grave and tell me that because of what He's done, I have life after death to look forward to as well! Just knowing an awesome, all powerful God loves me enough to do all of that... makes me so very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for showing me what true, unconditional love really means, and for laying down your beautiful, sinless life in exchange for mine when I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so saying all that, I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that Easter is not about bunnies and eggs... and bunnies. But I am a Crazy Bunny Lady, and I love my Buns so much! And bunnies are really cute. So, of course I baked some bunny themed treats for our family get together today, and for Huz's work buddes. I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://parispastry.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-cupcakes_21.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I think they turned out okay (not as cute as the original blogger's, but still okay). They're vanilla with buttercream frosting with Starburst jellybean noses. Yay for bunnies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7lcYeMbQaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mp2OhHMxnlg/s1600/0404000137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456493999027863970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7lcYeMbQaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mp2OhHMxnlg/s400/0404000137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1495939727799407969?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1495939727799407969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-resurrection-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1495939727799407969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1495939727799407969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-resurrection-day.html' title='Happy Resurrection Day!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7lcYeMbQaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Mp2OhHMxnlg/s72-c/0404000137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6421051872736447529</id><published>2010-04-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:44:23.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Hef and Holly get a Buñata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Buns got a special treat Saturday night that they looooooove! While I was out with some of my awesome girlfriends at dinner Friday night, Huz had to fend for himself. He got a burrito from one of our favorite places and brought it home in a brown paper bag (the restaurant sends them in it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the bag on the counter Saturday and decided to make the buns a treat bag. I just put some Timothy Hay (the staple of their diet), some dark, leafy greens, a few pieces of carrot and a chew toy that they like in it and rolled it up. They love tearing into it and finding all the treats! It's like watching kids break open a piñata at a party! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recorded them on my crappy phone and figured I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may have noticed, Hef found a piece of carrot and ran and hid. They're terrible sharers and always hide their food from each other =). Don't worry though, because Holly totally found a way bigger carrot right after I stopped recording. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455284882805276722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7UQspQqwDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v4osRhyUJNw/s320/1223986_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you had a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6946396253880852019?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6946396253880852019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6946396253880852019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6946396253880852019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fools&apos; Day!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S7UQspQqwDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v4osRhyUJNw/s72-c/1223986_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2831064459616968692</id><published>2010-03-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:38:38.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Walkie, Talkie</title><content type='html'>Huz and I wanted to enjoy the beautiful sun on this gorgeous Saturday, so we took a little walk to a local park where we wanted to read our Bible and journal together. The park is only like three blocks away so we held hands and took our time. I love that I married a guy who I can talk to about anything and everything. While picking up "wishes" along the way (dandelions), we chatted about books, our future dream home, The Buns, gardening, politics, God, angels, puppies (seems like a lot.... we must have walked reeeeeally slow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy his company, but for some reason taking a walk on a sunny day always reminds me how much. After almost 10 years, we still find things to talk about and surprise each other with. It seems like we've grown up with each other, but are still discovering new and exciting stuff together. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we passed by a bush full of pretty purple flowers, so I took a picture because they looked so happy. And just looking at the picture makes me smile because I love that I got to spend a golden afternoon walking and talking with the man of my dreams. And I smile even bigger because I ge to do it all over again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453567095430567218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S672YQnl1TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CZR2N97-zic/s320/0327001759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2831064459616968692?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2831064459616968692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/walkie-talkie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2831064459616968692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2831064459616968692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/walkie-talkie.html' title='Walkie, Talkie'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S672YQnl1TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CZR2N97-zic/s72-c/0327001759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2747413720841987282</id><published>2010-03-25T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:03:03.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Easter pictures!</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, my aunt and Grandma gave me the basket that was used for one of my first Easters. They said that since I was the first grandchild, my grandparents, aunts, and uncles went crazy and stuffed the basket full of gifts for me until it was almost taller than me! (I was a totally spoiled child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the basket in our garage, spruced it up a little bit with some ribbon and filled it up for MY babies. We set it up in the back yard, gave them a carrot to share, and they posed for a few pictures for us. Huz took the photos while I cheered the buns on (just FYI, I would be a horrible stage mom). I think they hope that every bunny GETS an Easter basket instead of being part of an easter basket. Aren't my bunnies gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wE7zbxkEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_3zQRCDcAo/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452738674304323650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wE7zbxkEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_3zQRCDcAo/s320/DSC_0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wAi-jqCNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/quEV7nRIxY4/s1600/DSC_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452733849746933970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wAi-jqCNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/quEV7nRIxY4/s320/DSC_0640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wBfnu8cPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_bXohS97uhU/s1600/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452734891592282354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wBfnu8cPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_bXohS97uhU/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wD-WqxwuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vmIblxRe2bk/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452737618610602722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wD-WqxwuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vmIblxRe2bk/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2747413720841987282?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2747413720841987282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2747413720841987282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2747413720841987282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter pictures!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6wE7zbxkEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_3zQRCDcAo/s72-c/DSC_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1523112215705311341</id><published>2010-03-25T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:02:17.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Gardening Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was Garden Day! Huz and I put on ugly old clothes and tried to hide our black thumbs from the poor plants we chose. I didn't want to scare them. I really hope the best, but I think these little guys know their fate. If we succeed, we eat them. If we fail, they die. It must suck to be at the bottom of the food chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we prepped everything. This is part of our little backyard with our patio furniture, and our little garden corner. And of course, Hef running around under the table. I think he's already plotting on how to eat all of my plants without sharing. Stingy rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452476128347851058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sWJnh4iTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6LZ30jjltLA/s320/DSC_0587.JPG" /&gt;And now, a closeup of my herbs and the little pots I painted.... and my sparkly pink nail polish. The herbs will go on the window sill in the kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452477280757662242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sXMslywiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/t-za6KcBPe0/s320/DSC_0595.JPG" /&gt;While Huz and I were working hard, Hef and Holly ran around, hung out in their play house, and played with their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sZ3KJHPsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rC1lPlssdpA/s1600/DSC_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452480209268195010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sZ3KJHPsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rC1lPlssdpA/s200/DSC_0599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6saj_arwiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C921w4J9Sk8/s1600/DSC_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452480979483214370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6saj_arwiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C921w4J9Sk8/s200/DSC_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452479246833385810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sY_IyxgVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9szt1qF_MaM/s200/DSC_0600.JPG" /&gt; Huz planting our chiles (Ooooh, I hope we get a lot so we can have homemade salsa for a long time!): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452482210057175122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sbrnqYQFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EwMqd6HM5ds/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" /&gt;And then, just add water! Soon we'll have strawberries, oranges, bell peppers, chiles, squash, herbs, and hopefully salad greens and onions. I can't wait! (in case you're wondering, the buns went into their outside hutch so we could bring them inside. It started getting cold!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452484503987135698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sdxJN5pNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BtZJKtmmaw0/s320/DSC_0623.JPG" /&gt; Happy Gardening from our family to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452485631205730658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6seywbwaWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ejcPt4pwwfQ/s400/DSC_0608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1523112215705311341?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1523112215705311341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/gardening-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1523112215705311341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1523112215705311341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/gardening-day.html' title='Gardening Day!'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6sWJnh4iTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6LZ30jjltLA/s72-c/DSC_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7812389544062129882</id><published>2010-03-24T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:24:24.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>Real Bunnies are not Easter Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452098256730355794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6m-emDweFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QpBLa0Jj7LQ/s320/2008outdoor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Huz and I adopted Hef and Holly, it was a few weeks after Easter and the shelter was &lt;em&gt;filled &lt;/em&gt;with rabbits that had been dropped off after the novelty of an "Easter Bunny" had worn off. All those poor babies were left there when parents and children realized that Buns are actually a lot more work than they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children and rabbits aren't always the best combo. House rabbits are not meant to be alone, outside in a cage all day and all night. Bunnies are very social, and need to be with the family. And yes, they are so adorable and look cuddly, but bunnies don't really like to be picked up. In the wild, if they're picked up, it's usually by a bird or some other animal trying to eat it! Totally scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know you guys, my awesome friends and family would never think to do anything stupid like giving a bunny to a child for Easter. But please, please, please if you know somebody who would, let them know that it's a horrible idea. Give Junior a chocolate bunny, or a little stuffed animal bunny. Or take him to pose for pictures with that scary-ass guy in a bunny costume at the mall. But don't give a rabbit at Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Easter, if they've done the proper research and are really ready to have a bunny as a part of their family, then they should ADOPT a rabbit from their local shelter (which will probably be over-run with buns dropped off by people who don't have awesome, informative friends like us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabbitron.com/"&gt;http://rabbitron.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeminechocolate.org/"&gt;http://www.makeminechocolate.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therabbithaven.org/easter_030107.htm"&gt;http://www.therabbithaven.org/easter_030107.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rabbit.org/"&gt;http://www.rabbit.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Huz, Hef, Holly, and me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7812389544062129882?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7812389544062129882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-bunnies-are-not-easter-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7812389544062129882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7812389544062129882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-bunnies-are-not-easter-toys.html' title='Real Bunnies are not Easter Toys'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6m-emDweFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QpBLa0Jj7LQ/s72-c/2008outdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-9144733616730321870</id><published>2010-03-23T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:43:12.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Huz &amp; the Buns</title><content type='html'>Huz and I spent the day being Ward and June Cleaver-like. Huz went to the home improvement store and worked with power tools on fixing the buns' house (Houdini Hef chewed through some of the wood and has been slipping out of the back of their house to take midnight walks around the kitchen. Bad Bunny!). So Huz took care of that. I went to the craft store and bought paint and brushes and painted some flower pots for my herbs. I bought some little rosemary, basil, oregano, and thyme plants that I'll put in my cute pots and place on my window sill in the kitchen. I'm excited to use fresh herbs in my cooking! And, I'll try to post a pic of the finished pots after they dry and have the plants in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Huz fixed the cage, we put the buns back in and gave them some chew treats. No matter how many treats we give them, they'll still pick one and fight over it! They chase each other around, trying to get that treat back. As soon as one gets it and takes a bite, the other one will snatch it away and run! Then, the first one will look around surprised like "Hey! What the heck happened to my chewy?!" and chase the other bun trying to get it. Huz and I are right by the cage, trying to tell them "Guys! There's more treats! You don't have to fight!" But, I guess they'd still rather battle it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz loves to watch them play and chase each other. He gives me a play by play while I'm in the other room. "Hun! Hef has the treat! He's trying to run upstairs so Holly won't get it! She blocked him! Good job Holly! Watch out! Hef is going to get it from you! Hef is going to get it from her Hun!". Isn't he adorable? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452088542454299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6m1pJj3O4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/VqmgRfgManQ/s320/0323001956a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-9144733616730321870?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/9144733616730321870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/huz-buns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/9144733616730321870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/9144733616730321870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/huz-buns.html' title='Huz &amp; the Buns'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6m1pJj3O4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/VqmgRfgManQ/s72-c/0323001956a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3878361397829902698</id><published>2010-03-22T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:00:31.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog &amp; Owner look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot! Huz and I went to the farmers market yesterday, and right when we were walking in, we saw 3 sets of dog/owner combos who totally looked like each other! It was sooooo funny, and we were cracking up as we walked into the market. It seemed like it was one pair after another! Huz even said, "I wonder if there's like some kind of look alike parade or something because this is too weird to be a coincidence." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first pair was a big buff black guy and his really beautiful, dark pit bull. The pit bull was totally buff too, so I'm sure they are work out buddies. They both seemed happy to be out and about on such a nice Sunday. It was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next set was a super tall and lanky white guy. On the end of his leash was this white and tan dog that looked kind of like a greyhound or something (maybe a whippit? I don't really know dog breeds that well). They were both so bouncy and walked so fast! But, before they rushed by, I saw that they definitely looked like each other! So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, as we were about to begin our grocery shopping, we saw this really short white lady with light brown hair wearing a track suit. Next to her was this adorable, tan, little-legged corgi. They were like a match made in heaven! Adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huz and I were giggling like little kids. I hope someday we get to have a dog that looks like us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mine will probably look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451404190658622898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6dHOodIdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oc4zisPHai0/s320/dog-hat-glasses-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pic from provincetowntoursimoffice.org)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Huz's will look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451408279569407362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6dK8o1bnYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AZrHlK7PeJQ/s320/police_dog.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I can't remember where this one is from. If it's yours, let me know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haha! It makes me laugh just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3878361397829902698?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3878361397829902698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/dog-owner-look-alikes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3878361397829902698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3878361397829902698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/dog-owner-look-alikes.html' title='Dog &amp; Owner look alikes'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S6dHOodIdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oc4zisPHai0/s72-c/dog-hat-glasses-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5478746508646761113</id><published>2010-03-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:21:28.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Is this a kissing post?</title><content type='html'>I'm just warning you. This is a mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey post. It contains all kinds of mushy goodness. You may feel queasy after reading. I'm a nice friend, that's why I thought to warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pretty much have the most awesome Huz ever. You have no idea what it means to be treated like a princess until you've been married to this guy. Yes, we're SuperDorks, and laugh at stupid stuff, and we make fun of one another or act like jerks to each other sometimes. But really, Huz loves me so stinkin much that it's insane. I love him just a little more than that (I always have to win).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been having these weird dreams about time travel (hear me out before you roll your eyes okay!) I know that sounds majorly nerdy, but it's not like The Time Traveler's Wife or Back to the Future or anything. I'm not working on any scientific formula. I just dream about my regular old life, and how things might have changed if I had made different choices. The different scenarios that play out in my head during these dreams range from pretty major (like when I lost my virginity) to stupid little things (like wishing I had worn different socks in middle school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all been very strange because I have always tried to focus on what's going on now, and what's ahead instead of the past. Other than talking about really good memories, or funny anectdotes, I don't think about the past that often at all... especially not in the detail that these dreams were in. I was thinking of people and places and even outfits and hair styles that I haven't thought about in years! Soooo weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was thinking about one of these dreams the other night. I was in the living room, folding laundry (yes, sometimes trophy wives must fold socks), while I was lost in my thoughts. Huz was sitting on the other couch, watching some show involving shooting or warriors or gangs or sharks or paranormal activity or pawn shops or something. I don't remember. I was thinking about our wedding day, and how I kind of wish I had chosen a different song for our first dance. Our wedding was super fun, and I loved it, but one of my dreams involved a different song during our first dance, and I liked it better than the actual one we used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the commercial (I'm a nice wife like that), I turned to Huz and said, "I kind of wish we had used 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None The Richer for our first dance song". Then I went back to folding laundry. I didn't really expect an answer or anything. I figured he would shake his head or just say "Oh. Okay." and go on watching his show. Instead, he said "Okay. Then that's the song we used."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is where the mushy-gushiness comes into play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but to me, that answer spoke so much about how he loves me. The man would transcend space and time just to make me happy. It doesn't matter what we &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; danced to, or what our approximately 135 guests heard and saw, or what our wedding video shows. If I wanted us to dance to "Kiss Me", then we did. If that's what makes me happy, and lets him see me smile, then that's what he wants. Because I am the most important thing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm reading a little too much into it. Maybe I'm getting all psycho hosebeast. Maybe his show was about to come back on, and he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear so we wouldn't have to have a 20 minute conversation about a wedding song that already happened. But.... we have a DVR, so that doesn't really make sense. It must be the he-loves-me-more-than-life-itself answer. It's gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I am one of the luckiest girls in the whole world, and my husband is amazing. I really lucked out. We are cheesy and dorky and crazy, and absolutley, disgustingly in love. And that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Huz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5478746508646761113?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5478746508646761113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-this-kissing-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5478746508646761113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5478746508646761113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-this-kissing-post.html' title='Is this a kissing post?'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8453950763220998017</id><published>2010-03-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:23:00.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to people who are jerks</title><content type='html'>Dear people who bug me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. You're the ones who have to have the last comment in a conversation that tops everyone else's. You think your answer to a question is so superior and you are so smug when you reply. Guess what? You stopping the conversation is not clever or awesome... it's annoying. You are not some great thinker who just happened to pull out the best answer ever... you're a jerk. We're all talking and having a conversation and it's fun. When there is that awkward silence after your answer, it's not because we're standing in awe of you and thinking how smart you look. We're thinking that you're an A-hole and wish we hadn't tried to be nice to you. Some examples you say? Sure! Here are some scenarios!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me: "Oh Wow! Your baby is due soon! That's great! Have you picked a name?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying person: "Yes. We're not telling/ we're keeping it a secret."&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say: "Oh really? Because I am just DYING to know. I can't live without knowing because I really care that much about what you name your little anklebiter (not). Seriously Dude, can't you just lie a little like a normal person and say 'Oh, we haven't decided yet' instead of trying to make me feel unworthy of knowing your spawn's name? Really, I was just asking to be polite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me: "Happy New Year! Have you made any New Year Resolutions?"&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Person: with superior attitude "My New Year Resolution is to not make resolutions."&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say: "Oh wow! That's so clever! Did you just make that up, because I TOTALLY haven't ever heard that before! (not) Dude, just say no. That's all. Or make a little effort and just make one up. I don't care. You don't have to be an ass about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me: Oh! You're pregnant! Congrats! Are you hoping for a boy/girl or that the baby gets her curly hair/his dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Person: "Oh, we just want a healthy baby"&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say: "Oh really? Because I thought everyone would rather have a cute one than a healthy one (not)! I didn't know it was an either/or type of thing... Good thing you put in the healthy request thing, because with you two as parents, the baby's going to look like a beast anyway. You know you can still have opinions about the baby right? You can think it might have blue eyes like the dad, or be athletic like the mom. That's what I wanted to talk about. Not hear your cliche and stupid smug answer. I pretty much already gathered you wanted a healthy kid. But you know what, I don't really care that much, so good luck with your monkey baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Me: "Happy Valentine's Day!"&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Person: "Ugh, I hate Valentine's Day. It's just a meaningless commercial holiday that capitalist pigs have put into play so the unsuspecting masses pump millions of dollars into the card business. If you really love someone, you should show them love all year long and not just on that one stupid, made up day!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh! No kidding? So I guess my husband failed when he got me that Valentine's Day card that said "Here's your card, better make it last all year Biotch". Because I had no idea that once we started celebrating Valentines Day, it meant that he didn't have to love me the rest of the year. We totally only talk to each other on that day, because I thought THAT is how a meaningful relationship works".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now. I don't know why stupid people have been bugging me lately. Now, I know none of you actually reading this are stupid (because you are my friends, and I do not have stupid friends lol) But, I'm sure you know someone who is a stupid, annoying person. So, feel free to sign this letter too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed with love,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Bunny Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8453950763220998017?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8453950763220998017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-to-people-who-are-jerks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8453950763220998017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8453950763220998017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-to-people-who-are-jerks.html' title='A note to people who are jerks'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-8089086930992823663</id><published>2010-02-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:42:52.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><title type='text'>The House that Huz built</title><content type='html'>for the Buns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are crazy and the Buns are taking over the house =) This is their new 2 story house and yard . They dragged all the toys that were in the yard back into their house. They're very neat like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886857774470626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S4HpxSS9FeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z19ZFsk_CIQ/s320/0221001713.jpg" /&gt;Hef *loves* it and runs up and down the ramp, in his yard, and loves to sit and look outside. (I take the bunnies outside with me when the weather is nice and they play on the grass while I read or write or clean. Hef loves to be outside). We also let the buns run around in the living room and kitchen (highly supervised- they are totally mischevious!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holly is much more reserved and won't go up the ramp. She just likes to sit in her bed and be lazy. She won't go in the yard if she can help it. I'm hoping she gets used to her new house and runs around and enjoys it as much as her Huz-Bun. I'm going to be taking down the yard at night and putting the little door back on the front of the house. My crazy rabbits have been known to attempt escapes in the night (the little brats don't know how good they have it!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's what's going on here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-8089086930992823663?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/8089086930992823663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-that-huz-built.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8089086930992823663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/8089086930992823663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-that-huz-built.html' title='The House that Huz built'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S4HpxSS9FeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z19ZFsk_CIQ/s72-c/0221001713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5444279176527279388</id><published>2010-02-17T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:31:43.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Anyone giving up anything for Lent?. I'm not Catholic, but I do believe in fasting/ sacrificing to get closer to God. I've been reading my Bible and journaling, and am really excited to see what this season of fasting brings. Last year, I gave up Nesting (which was a huge sacrifice for me!), so I wanted to do something different this year. I decided to give up non-cable TV. I am way addicted to TV, so this is definitely going to be a challenge. We have a DVR, so if I want to, I can catch up with my Bravo, Lifetime, E, and MTV shows later... and trust me, there are a lot of them. It may seem like a cop out because I wil still allow myself to watch local channels (where my beloved Glee, Modern Family, and The Office reside) but.... oh well. It's between me and God and I don't care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also giving up Facebook games. Even typing that reminds me of what a loser I am... but those stupid freaking games can get so addicting! They are time suckers, and I know that refraining from playing them will give me sooooo much time to focus on what's important to me. God, my family &amp;amp; friends, and giving back to my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this last one is kind of embarrassing, but I can trust you, right? Pinky Swear? I'm trying to fast from... gossip. I'm a girl, and girls like to talk about everything and everyone. We just do. And, I know I can totally be a chismosa and metiche sometimes. I'm not proud of it, I'm just stating the facts. I honestly don't do it to be mean or hurtful... I'm just nosy and like to know what's going on! But, I do give the side eye to people at times, and I want to break that habit. I want to be loving and caring and nurturing dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what's going down over here. I'm excited to see what God does around these parts during the next 40 days! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5444279176527279388?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5444279176527279388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5444279176527279388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5444279176527279388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7436803014309819439</id><published>2010-02-17T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:11:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so we're clear</title><content type='html'>I really suck at blogging. I really really really wanted to take pics every day.... but seriously, I don't do anything. I'm either at home or at work (and I can't really take pics of the kids at work b/c of confidentiality issues). Trying to take a picture every day just reminded me that I'm a loser with no life. You can only take so many pictures of shiz around your house or your bunnies or your dinner before that realization sinks in. Blah. So whatev. I fail. I'll take pics when I can. And I'll blog when I can (read: when I'm not too lazy to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7436803014309819439?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7436803014309819439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-were-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7436803014309819439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7436803014309819439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-were-clear.html' title='Just so we&apos;re clear'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2656489713956047692</id><published>2010-02-06T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:34:04.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/6/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25QBbHUJII/AAAAAAAAAFI/WimV6WnDuLk/s1600-h/0206002118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435369785671296130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25QBbHUJII/AAAAAAAAAFI/WimV6WnDuLk/s320/0206002118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired by my friend Mrs. C to make brownies tonight. We'll see if they're yummy or not! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2656489713956047692?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2656489713956047692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2656489713956047692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2656489713956047692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2610.html' title='2/6/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25QBbHUJII/AAAAAAAAAFI/WimV6WnDuLk/s72-c/0206002118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2721783151006228144</id><published>2010-02-06T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:30:08.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>2/3/10- 2/5/10</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I didn't take any pics. I wasn't feeling well, and I slept at odd times of the day. I didn't even know what days it was. I'm feeling okay now, so hopefully I can continue on from here. I hate when I feel weird like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2721783151006228144?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2721783151006228144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2310-2510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2721783151006228144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2721783151006228144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2310-2510.html' title='2/3/10- 2/5/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-740790457722017828</id><published>2010-02-06T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:27:41.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>2/2/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25O1pm_-uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ5Kv4IvBp4/s1600-h/0203000239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435368483892230882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25O1pm_-uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ5Kv4IvBp4/s320/0203000239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cute little pillow my mom bought for me at Cracker barrel while I was visiting. It was soaked (along with the rest of my stuff) in my luggage, but I think it'll make it. =) It dried off, and I still love it =) Thanks mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-740790457722017828?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/740790457722017828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/740790457722017828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/740790457722017828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2210.html' title='2/2/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25O1pm_-uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rJ5Kv4IvBp4/s72-c/0203000239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2316677821206169424</id><published>2010-02-06T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:24:54.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>2/1/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25OM6YOeFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BY_Rc4lTsRw/s1600-h/0201001927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435367784019032146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25OM6YOeFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BY_Rc4lTsRw/s320/0201001927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huz eating dinner while we watch TV... I swear, when we have kids, we'll stop eating in front of the TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2316677821206169424?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2316677821206169424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2110.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2316677821206169424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2316677821206169424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/2110.html' title='2/1/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S25OM6YOeFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BY_Rc4lTsRw/s72-c/0201001927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4527509783994175478</id><published>2010-02-01T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:48:40.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>50 Books in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2byDuWe9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIgKOQwgoTg/s1600-h/4238613711_4e1345476f_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 79px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433296146264946258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2byDuWe9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIgKOQwgoTg/s320/4238613711_4e1345476f_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal this year is 50. I've already made use of my library card, and I have some of my own sitting on my shelf that I haven't yet cracked open, so I think I'm set for now. But, I'm always taking recommendations! Maybe I'll come back and use this post to keep track of what I've read. So far this year I've finished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt; by William Goldman (Love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. The Wedding Girl&lt;/em&gt; by Madeleine Wickham (Ok, Chick-Lit beach read)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Wifey&lt;/em&gt; by Judy Blume (kinda smutty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/em&gt; by Anita Diamant (interesting, but felt long)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Celebutantes&lt;/em&gt; by Amanda Goldberg &amp;amp; Ruthanna Khalight Hopper (this book was just as stupid as it sounds. It was painful to get through. I hated it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt; by Nicholas Sparks (Dislike)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;sTORI telling&lt;/em&gt; by Tori Spelling (don't judge me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;The Luxe&lt;/em&gt; by Anna Godbersen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Rumors: A Luxe Novel &lt;/em&gt;by Anna Godbersen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Envy: A Luxe Novel&lt;/em&gt; by Anna Godbersen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Splendor: A Luxe Novel&lt;/em&gt; by Anna Godbersen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;What to Expect Before you're Expecting&lt;/em&gt; by Heidi Murkoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;The Idiot Girls' Action Adventure Club&lt;/em&gt; by Laurie Notaro (I freakin love her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;I Was Told There'd Be Cake&lt;/em&gt; by Sloane Crosley (meh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;An Idiot Girl's Christmas: True Tails from the Top of the Naughty List&lt;/em&gt; by Laurie Notaro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Balcony People&lt;/em&gt; by Joyce Landorf Heatherley (very sweet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Spooky Little Girl&lt;/em&gt; by Laurie Notaro (she rocks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Pollan (definitely an eye-opener)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/em&gt; by Sara Gruen (a great book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austin (looooooved it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/em&gt; by David Benioff (such a great, well written book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;Shiver&lt;/em&gt; by Maggie Stiefvater &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress&lt;/em&gt; by Susan Jane Gilman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;We've Been Waiting for You&lt;/em&gt; by Carolyn Arends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;Jesus Loves You This I Know &lt;/em&gt;by Craig Gross and Jason Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;Unprotected: A Campus Psychiatrist Reveals How Political Correctness in Her Profession Endangers Every Student&lt;/em&gt; by Anonymous M.D. (refreshingly honest and thought provoking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;The Heart Reader of Franklin High &lt;/em&gt;by Terri Blackstock (quick YA read)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;Mini Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt; by Sophie Kinsella (::blushes:: It was okay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! I'm already getting behind! Read faster Marissa! Faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4527509783994175478?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4527509783994175478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/50-books-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4527509783994175478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4527509783994175478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/50-books-in-2010.html' title='50 Books in 2010'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2byDuWe9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XIgKOQwgoTg/s72-c/4238613711_4e1345476f_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-2608485189942661930</id><published>2010-02-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:23:14.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/31/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2bwuCCryfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kUJTDoPcszU/s1600-h/0201000716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433294674081860082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2bwuCCryfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kUJTDoPcszU/s320/0201000716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Squeeeeeeee! It's Gleeeeeeee! Huz is the most awesome, amazing, wonderful, fabulous husband ever! He got this for me while I was in Tex-ass with the fam and gave it to me when I came home. I was so excited! I loooooove Glee, and watching the DVDs keeps me company while Huz is at work at night. He patiently sat through a few episodes when I first opened it, but has since begged to not be forced to watch them. It's okay- I don't like watching his Ghost Hunting crap shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-2608485189942661930?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/2608485189942661930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/13110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2608485189942661930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/2608485189942661930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/02/13110.html' title='1/31/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2bwuCCryfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kUJTDoPcszU/s72-c/0201000716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6221947416645408947</id><published>2010-01-31T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:59:59.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/30/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2VFxD8otmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/blhV3IFBzjU/s1600-h/0130002214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432825234667910754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2VFxD8otmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/blhV3IFBzjU/s320/0130002214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, my cousin Jen and my awesome godson Jacob, came over to visit for a bit. Jacob watched a movie while Jen and I caught up on our girl talk. It was sooooo nice to see them again! I really wanted to take a picture of Jacob to show off, but they had to go all of a sudden, and I didn't have time. But, I got to give Jacob his Christmas gift (that's how long it had been since I'd seen them!) and this is the mess that was left after he tore it open =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6221947416645408947?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6221947416645408947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/13010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6221947416645408947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6221947416645408947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/13010.html' title='1/30/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2VFxD8otmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/blhV3IFBzjU/s72-c/0130002214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7186449720424174399</id><published>2010-01-30T00:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:12:13.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/29/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Poo5cZgxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/onxHYClGdsE/s1600-h/cuppycakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432441364851294994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Poo5cZgxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/onxHYClGdsE/s320/cuppycakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah! These are sooooo cute! These little cupcakes are adorable and I love them! I got them at Kohls, on sale AND with my coupon (using store credit- oh yeah!). The top part with the frosting comes off, and there's a candle inside. It smells really good too. And they're sitting pretty on top of my cute Valentine's Day tablecloth (from Target). Did I mention before that I use Valentine's Day time to shop specifically for my kitchen? Yeah... cute heart and cupcake and pink  stuff is so easy to find this time of year. I look forward to it all year long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7186449720424174399?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7186449720424174399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7186449720424174399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7186449720424174399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12910.html' title='1/29/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Poo5cZgxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/onxHYClGdsE/s72-c/cuppycakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-7445297931689623082</id><published>2010-01-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:12:26.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/28/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PoMwFCPfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yWmfpL4sTwU/s1600-h/whipit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432440881301044722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PoMwFCPfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yWmfpL4sTwU/s320/whipit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched this super awesome movie with our friends Mike &amp;amp; Ana and Little Abby. I totally love it! It's such a great movie! We rented it, but I think I'll totally buy it, I loved it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-7445297931689623082?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/7445297931689623082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7445297931689623082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/7445297931689623082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12810.html' title='1/28/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PoMwFCPfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yWmfpL4sTwU/s72-c/whipit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-4753926153632157330</id><published>2010-01-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:12:48.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/27/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pm5-G1QeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4x0IOtXcGeU/s1600-h/buns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432439459137536482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pm5-G1QeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4x0IOtXcGeU/s320/buns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Snuggle Buns hanging out in their pen. Holly was licking Hef's face and he was just kicking back and enjoying it. She's such a good Bunny Wife to her HusBun =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-4753926153632157330?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/4753926153632157330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4753926153632157330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/4753926153632157330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12710.html' title='1/27/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pm5-G1QeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4x0IOtXcGeU/s72-c/buns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3427591896419541771</id><published>2010-01-29T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:05:29.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/26/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PmAypV96I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzb53-LLajM/s1600-h/0128000345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432438476808517538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PmAypV96I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzb53-LLajM/s320/0128000345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to hurry up and take a picture of Huz while he was sleeping before I went to bed... but it was dark. =( Unfortunately, this was the only pic I took all day. Sorry. On the brightside- you can't tell that he blinked in the picture... or that my finger is in the shot... JK! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3427591896419541771?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3427591896419541771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12610.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3427591896419541771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3427591896419541771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12610.html' title='1/26/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PmAypV96I/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzb53-LLajM/s72-c/0128000345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5905332428570842539</id><published>2010-01-29T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:13:14.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/25/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PiDdRl5KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BwlNZSDgGec/s1600-h/0126002241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432434124564849826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PiDdRl5KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BwlNZSDgGec/s320/0126002241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a sheet of these super cute window clings at Target for less than two bucks. They're bright colored hearts and cupcakes and slices of cake. I PPH them! I decorated the tile above my stove with them, and they make me sooooo happy! I told Huz that they're for Valentine's Day (you should have seen the look of horror I received when I unveiled my work of art)... but they totally match the rest of my kitchen, so I think they might stay. They make me smile and happy to be in my kitchen- and that should really be the only motivation Huz needs to let me keep them up, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5905332428570842539?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5905332428570842539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5905332428570842539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5905332428570842539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12510.html' title='1/25/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PiDdRl5KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BwlNZSDgGec/s72-c/0126002241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3122122266239870562</id><published>2010-01-29T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:02:38.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/23/10- 1/24/10</title><content type='html'>I'm a loser who didn't do anything these days, and took no pictures. We stayed home, went to the gym a few times... and were pretty much just the most boring people on earth. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3122122266239870562?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3122122266239870562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12310-12710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3122122266239870562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3122122266239870562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12310-12710.html' title='1/23/10- 1/24/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-5644805019185579207</id><published>2010-01-29T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:13:40.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/22/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pfqt34YCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6eQiUPx9dKk/s1600-h/0122001647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432431500500426786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pfqt34YCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6eQiUPx9dKk/s320/0122001647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one with the bangs is our Goddaughter Abigail. The one under the cloth napkin is Huz. Abby thought it was hilarious to put the napkin over Huz's face, and then take it off so he could make a silly face and say "Boooooo!" Even though you can't tell from this pic, they were both having a great time, and were cracking each other up. In the end, she put the napkin on Huz's head, lost interest... and he sat there in the restaurant with a napkin on his head for about 3 minutes waiting for her to take it off. It was awesome. I was laughing so much! He just sat there as Crazy Napkin Face waiting... Bahahaha.... it still makes me giggle just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-5644805019185579207?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/5644805019185579207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5644805019185579207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/5644805019185579207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12210.html' title='1/22/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Pfqt34YCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6eQiUPx9dKk/s72-c/0122001647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-3575141613644526767</id><published>2010-01-29T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:13:58.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/21/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Peili0fkI/AAAAAAAAADo/HJveKwUh1Og/s1600-h/0122000028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432430261314027074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Peili0fkI/AAAAAAAAADo/HJveKwUh1Og/s320/0122000028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to CPK, and then saw a movie with our awesome friends Chris and Falissa. Falissa is my bestie, and I love her soooooo stinkin much! She's pregnant, and is so cute! I love it! It was so great to see our friends and hang out... even though I looked like a scrub because of &lt;a href="http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12010.html"&gt;Baggage-gate '10&lt;/a&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-3575141613644526767?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/3575141613644526767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3575141613644526767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/3575141613644526767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12110.html' title='1/21/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2Peili0fkI/AAAAAAAAADo/HJveKwUh1Og/s72-c/0122000028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-1523985536830880696</id><published>2010-01-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:14:18.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/20/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PdIYm6zLI/AAAAAAAAADg/3OpQP2UfvU8/s1600-h/0120001337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432428711653330098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PdIYm6zLI/AAAAAAAAADg/3OpQP2UfvU8/s320/0120001337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bent the rules a little. My mom took this one with my phone. On the way to the airport, we stopped at Mighty Fine Burgers and I got to wash my hands in the super duper cool hand washing machine. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;My Mighty Fine Burger was seriously the best burger I ever had... and it sure as hell better have been since stopping there made us late to the airport... which meant I couldn't check my luggage... which meant my parents had to send my huge bag via UPS and I didn't receive it until the next week... which meant I didn't have any of my stuff (clothes, makeup, hair stuff, etc) during that time. Also, it was a very rainy week... which meant that my bag got soaked through on the way to me... which meant my books and clothes and stuff were damaged and wet... along with my laptop. So my laptop doesn't work anymore, and I'm waiting for a response on the insurance claim I filed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... in this pic I didn't know any of that. I was just happily washing my hands. Sweet, ignorant, (clean) bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-1523985536830880696?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/1523985536830880696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1523985536830880696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/1523985536830880696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/12010.html' title='1/20/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PdIYm6zLI/AAAAAAAAADg/3OpQP2UfvU8/s72-c/0120001337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6807078522524100139</id><published>2010-01-29T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:16:26.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/19/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PcpKGXdHI/AAAAAAAAADY/0L9aVgiOUNQ/s1600-h/0119001602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432428175182754930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PcpKGXdHI/AAAAAAAAADY/0L9aVgiOUNQ/s320/0119001602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken my last full day in Tex-ass with the fam. My mom and I hung out, went shopping, had lunch, bought books, and were just silly and goofy together. She cracks me up! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6807078522524100139?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6807078522524100139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/11910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6807078522524100139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6807078522524100139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/11910.html' title='1/19/10'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/S2PcpKGXdHI/AAAAAAAAADY/0L9aVgiOUNQ/s72-c/0119001602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662527384440402251.post-6088256817810018309</id><published>2010-01-24T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:07:30.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>so I suck at this. I haven't been feeling well, and I haven't been keeping up. I've taken pics almost every day, but have not done a good job staying on top of posting. =/ Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662527384440402251-6088256817810018309?l=secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/feeds/6088256817810018309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/blah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6088256817810018309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662527384440402251/posts/default/6088256817810018309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretlifeofacrazybunnylady.blogspot.com/2010/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>crazy bunny lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304051258152701735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-b7WcRIhu10/TT2Bfpudg0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/zQOgRmdx8Ww/s220/my%2Bbabies%2Beating%2Bstrawbs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
