This is QUITE easy.
This is QUITE easy.
All you non-bunny folk can say “Its just a rabbit,” and “rabbits dont do nothing,” but nothing can be further from the truth! First of all, saying those things to a bunny lover will get you physically harmed, so just dont! Second of all, if you care for a domestic bunny the right way you can be rewarded in ways you never thought possible!
Bunnies can be litter-box trained, just like a cat. When they feel safe, loved and cared for, they give kisses. Alot of bunnies dont like being picked up, so respect a bunny’s wishes and meet them on their territory, on the floor. That way the bun will feel safe and you can still get your cuddles in! A hutch is NEVER enough, so dont EVEN go there. Bunnies need room to run, play and binky. Would YOU like to be pent up in a cage all damn day? I would say not! Bunnies are sensitive, intelligent, clever creatures who give and receive love, too!
My bunny, Boo, has more personality than many humans I know. He has his quirks, likes, dislikes and way of doing things. just like all living things. He can be the most affectionate being on the face of the earth…and then turn right around and be a little asshole. But he’s so damn cute it doesnt matter, he makes me laugh and feel more love than I ever thought possible! That’s my Boo, that’s my creature, and I love him unconditionally!
Thought it was something perverted, didnt ya? Heh heh. Get your head out of the gutter, this is a clean prompt, lol!
I think it was George on Seinfeld that said “Sweatpants tell the world you dont care!” That may be true in some cases (like when its that time of the month and all you want is every ounce of comfort you can find, even if its fleece!) but then there are the times you wear sweats because you are supporting your favorite team or trying to looks sporty-chic. But why read into it? Maybe you really DONT care! Okay, now the prompt, which is a two-parter:
A) How Many Pairs of Sweat Pants Do You Have?
Yoga pants dont count.Of them I have many. The prompt is talking about the fleecey stuff. Of them I have three: One purple, one pink, and one that supports the Kentucky Wildcats. They are comfy as heck and they are nice-nice.
B) How Many Sweatshirts/Hoodies Do You Have?
Over 10! For me, that’s a lot! I get cold easy. And I love a good over-sized fleece sweatshirt to snuggle down into. AND my bunny loves it when I wear fleece, too! He snuggles close to my legs and tooth purrs, and then we are both pretty darn happy.
Heh, I love the easy prompts! Upon seeing the word static, the first thing that came to mind is how much static there is in my bunny’s fur! I do not have a picture of it, but apparently fur babies suffer from staticy ‘hair’ just like us humans do! I was petting him the other day and I heard snap and crackle in his fur! The fur stood straight up when my hand was just a couple of inches above his little bottie! The air in our apartment IS dry. I’ve never seen his fur so staticy! It doesn’t bother him but I’m always getting shocked! No matter how much fabric softener I add to the laundry, there is still static. I go to the store and everything I touch shocks me. If it keeps up I’ll begin to like it.
WANTS TO: sleep
USED TO BE AFRAID OF: everything
IS DRIVEN BY: coffee
IS INSPIRED BY: music
WHO NOTICES: the little things
HAS A HABIT OF: losing my balance
IS HAPPIEST WHEN: around family and bunnies!
GETS DISAPPOINTED WHEN: my blood sugar is higher than I expected it to be.
BELIEVES IN: the hereafter
WOULD GIVE: anything to know that my mother is at peace.
WILL ONE DAY: get it together.
Sometimes I come across the dumbest prompts. But heck, why not answer? CLOSED! So that the unseen evil that lurks within remains unseen. HA! I just naturally tend to close the doors when I put something in or take something out. If you really wnat to get OC about it, then I HAVE to close them or else I feel unbalanced. And if you know me, you know that I am pretty unbalanced enough already, literally. I fall over just taking my shoes off while standing.
And then there’s the ‘if I dont shut the closet doors, all my stuff will fall out” reason. I have a small closet, it doesnt hold much. But it will hold whatever the hell I put in it if I keep the doors shut, LOLOLOLOL!!!
I like the fun prompts. I dont have to thinks so hard, heh heh
1.Bunnies. This should be no surprise to anyone who knows me. I am a bunny mommy. I freakin’ love them.
2. Coffee with Vanilla Creamer
3. A good find on a clearance rack. Delights the hell out of me.
4. Glitter. Shiny, sparkly, glorious glitter. The world needs more glitter.
5. Fireworks on the 4th of July
6. Colored Christmas lights. In over-done amounts. Reds, Greens, Blues.
7. Cake. Cake,cake, cake. It delights me to no end.
8. Squirrels. Yeah, you read right. Squirrels. Fluffy tailed, rolly-polly squirrels. I will stop on a walking trail to watch squirrels. They are so cute and silly.
9. Halloween. My favorite holiday in my favorite season.
10. Creating things successfully. Overcoming my fear of failure. As an artist, I am my own worst critic. So when I create something that gets MY OWN approval I am over the damn moon. Nothing is as great as exceeding your own expectations.
Literally! My bunny, Boo, goes ape over treats. His face lights up and his nose goes nuts. And it is a treat for me to see him so happy. He is really an affectionate bunny, a love-sponge, a delight to watch every day, whether he’s cleaning his little face or just dozing in the sun. He will turn 7 this year. He’s getting older in bunny years, but sometimes he still acts like a silly kit!
I’ve stopped making New Year’s resolutions. I just quit. I dont want that stress on me, and I’m not good at keeping them. I start out doing great and then a week later I’m like, “Meh.” Some on-line advice about starting a new year off right include not making promises but ‘attempts,’ where you attempt just to do better than last year, at everything. I think I can do that. Small steps to be a better me, haha.
Instead of resolving to loose weight, I will just eat better. Instead of promising to start an exercise regimen, I will merely move more. Instead of putting things off, I will get angry and do whatever it is that needs to be done then and there. Anger can be useful that way. If you dont like hating yourself for procrastinating, do the thing and get it the hell over with. Who enjoys hating themselves? Isnt there enough hate in the world already?
So instead of resolutions I will attempt betterness. I will even pick up a pencil and attempt to start sketching again. I havent sketched anything since my mom died four years ago. I think I can attain some level of betterness by the end of 2018.
When I hear or see the word ‘gate’ I automatically think of the gate to my backyard where we lived in my old neighborhood. I loved my backyard, enclosed as it was by chain link in the suburban maze we lived in. As a child, it was my world, it contained my and my sister’s swing set, our bikes and the trees too spindly to climb but made for leafy adventures anyway. The gate to the backyard was chain link, too, and it didnt lock, it simply had a sideways-U latch to lift so you could go in, and lower to keep it from swinging back open. But, by golly, it was our back yard gate and we liked it.
I drive past the old house now and then, and I’ve noticed the chain link is rusty, but is STILL the same gate it was 20 years ago. The backyard trees are still there, that’s good. But the latest residents have filled the yard with crap. Uncared for deck and shed that I assume houses yard care tools. Too bad the residents do not use them. I cringe over the front yard trees being gone. They provided great shade for the house in the summer, AND there were two dogwood trees that are now gone. Who in their right minds cuts down DOGWOOD trees?! If they had a fungus, that’s different, but really!
Sometimes I wish I could win the lottery just so I can buy back the house and make it like it was back then. Maybe replace the chain link with a rust proof, updated version. I dunno. I just miss the place. I wish I could go open that gate and go back to that simple, blissfully ignorant time and ride my bike around my clean yard once again!