Baby bunnies

So, on Saturday, Bill says, "why don't we go get a little boy bunny for Bunny to have a friend?"

My response, "um, I think I heard bunnies reproduce every 28 days."

Bill response," Really? Wow, so Bunny must be a horny girl!"

Mine, "yep"

Bunny, "sniff sniff."

So I checked it out. If we got Bunny a little buck, how many bunnies would she get. If she lived approx 5 years, she could have about 160-250 bunnies. Reproducing 1-3 months. The bunny reproduction cycle 28-31 days. Bucks to does, one buck can be used for 20 does. Talk about a playa. Can you here the bucks talking amongst themselves?

Buck #1, "Oh yeah, I got 6 girls in the living room and 3 in the garage."

Buck #2 "Don't hate the playa hate the game, I got more girls than you can count on your fingers and toes, 3 are waiting for me in my crib (cage). BOYYY! You betta recognize."

Buck #1, "Dang homie, whats your secret."

Buck #2, "It's skillz"

Mean while, Bunny will have to settle for her current boyfriend, the monkey.

Now these just might be some of the cutest things I ever did see.
And my little heart melted when I saw these. Just think, Bunny looked like that once upon a time (before we adopted her I guess)
This would be considered a litter, Bunny could make 5 of these a year.
You have heard of "as snug as a bug in a rug" right? Well what do you say for these? The best I could come up with is... as tight as a bunny in a box when it is hidding from a fox! Yeah, ok...!
ok, so here is Bunny in January. how cute is she. Just a little bundle of joy
Here is Buns, my late bunny. I had her in my early teens. But do you see a resemblance? Bunny obviously had me at hello. She had me at hello.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! the 2nd

Yes, yes it is true. Keith Urban is coming back to chi-town this summer. He missed me so. Nicole has got nothin on me. And yes, yes, I am going to see him. Not only that but...... Kenny Chesney will coming coming along as well. I think I might faint. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am one crispy critter

Because of all the freakin snow and freezing wind chill, my face and hands, and well, the rest of me is just one crispy critter. If I listen hard enough I could hear myself crack with every move I make. When I smile my cheeks just wrinkle and wrinkle like an old grandma. I have tried everything. I have lotion all the way from Australia, Este Lauder, and Oil of Olay. I have even been doubling them up. I am still crispy. And what is with the SPF that they now put in every day facial moisturizer? I wear 60 SPF that is in my foundation, I dont need to add more. Then it just cakes up. I hate winter, just to let you all know. I keep telling Bill to move me to Arizona or Southern Utah, but he is not listening!

BTW, I just spent $20 on this (below) and found out the hard way I am allergic. ARGH!

First things first

I know it is hard to believe, but my little girl is growing up so fast. She is now a teeneager. She does not listen, she is kind of a brat, she back talks me when I tell her what to do. On the rare occassion she will hang out with me, but she has a boyfriend now and he is the apple of her eye. They met one cold morning by the fireplace and it has been love ever since. First things first, she had to make sure that it was a boy, the boys these days style their fur like the girls, wear girl fur, and even walk like the girls. He past the test.

I do remind her to keep all four paws on the floor when they are dating, but she complained that humans only have to keep two feet on the floor and it's not fair. Yes mom, I did try to explain to her that life is not fair.

I did catch them making out, that was little awkward. I just had to remind her of where she comes from and hope she stays true to the faith. Little Bunny is all grown up. I might need support during these trying times.

On a lighter note, look at the cute sandels Bill got me from Ghana! Now where is the warm weather.

Tagged

Well, I always read other, but never ever do them as usually it requires owning a child, and though Bunny can cause a little trouble, I don't think I would call her a child. But Mrs. Coberly had this as a old post and I read it, loved it, and doing it. Hre's to you Mrs. Thang.

Hubby's name

Where do I start: William, Bill, Billy, Kweku, Big time, Honey bunches of oats, Hunny bunny (a shared name with Bunny), Babe, and my personal favorite- Alisa's husband (yea right, one guy found out that I am reffered to as Bill's wife by most of the bretheren and decided to turn it around for a laugh)- And these are just the nice ones! Haha

My name

Well, if you don't know it, or haven't figured it out yet why the heck are you looking at my blog.

How long have we been together

Check the wee bottom of my blog, and 7.5 months on to that

How old is he

Almost over the first hill, freakin old!

Who eats more

Well, Bill of corse, but everything sticks to me.

Who said I love you first

Bill, like 2 weeks into our courtship, I just ignored it for a while before saying it back.

Who is taller

With my heels or without?

Who sings better

When Shania Twain is on and playing loud, obviously I do. Otherwise Bill gets all the compliments on the singing.

Who is smarter

Street smart- Bill, Book smart- Bill again, common sense- moi

Who does the laundry

Mostly me

Who does the dishes

And that would be me again, unless he decides to unload the clean ones, then I finish what he thinks we put away.

Who sleeps on the right side

Facing the bed or on the bed?

Who does the Bills

You would think with a name like Bill, but nope, me

Who mows the lawn

When we had one, it was Bill, just once a month though! (we were never home, Don't judge)

Who cooks dinner

Bill will cook for himself, and if he is lucky, I will cook for us.

Who drives when we are together

He always wants me to drive and always want him to drive. The man should do it in my opinion, what do you think?

Who is the most stubborn

Holy moly, both. Just about different things

Who admits they are wrong first

Bill

Who's parents do you see the most

Not enough, mine

Who kissed who first

The horn dog

Who proposed

Bill, after he broke up with me!! Couldn't live without me! Haha

Who is more sensitive

Ummm, me, Mr. doesn't care

Who has more friends

Ever seen us at church, people walk right passed me to shake Bill's hand

Who has more siblings

Equal, he is the only son, the prince and apple of his and my mom's eye. And I am the youngest and only daughter, and milked that one all my life (with my mom that is, didn't work on the pops)

Now tag, you are it. If you even so much as glance at this you a required, by law, to do your own and post or send it ASAP. If you do this with in one hour of reading mine, you will be granted 3 wishes by sundown. So, get to it.

He's Baaacckk!

Yes, no more anxiety before I lay my head down. My hubby, after many delays and cancelations, is back. So, happy. His bags soon followed about 30 something hours later. Yes, if you know the story of the trip you know what this poor boy has gone through just to visit his dear family. If you don't know the story, then I guess you never will. Oh, too bad for you, eh. So, I think that is the 3rd now 4th time I have said eh in the past hour. I am wearing my Candian hoodie, and I did see my Caknittyan friend last night. And I did read my email from my Canadian, but really american grandma today. Funny, I thought the African would rub off before any other country. But I just keep saying eh, eh.

Ok, so this is mi casa while the hubby is away. Yes, for 3 weeks this is what the love sac looked like, but I did put the blanket away as Bunny thinks that it is a litter box, or her biological mother. But it was a clean living room for quite a while.


And this is what our love sac has looked like since Bill's bags came home. Yes, he did have a tough trip, and it is no fun unpacking, but usually our living room looks like this only it is ties, slacks, belts, and business cards. And Bill says he is the clean one. Ok, ok, any of you who have been to our crib know that I do have a messy corner on my side of the bed, which happens to be the part of the room that every one sees as the walk up the stairs, but throw me a flippin bone, This is messy right? And not my mess this time.

Ok, enough with the complaining. I got home today and what did I see, no not popcorn popping on the apircot tree silly. A valentines present from my dear sweet mom. And since I was so good and didn't open any of my Christmas present till Christmas, I could not contain my excitment. So, as I ripped everything to get to my stuff, and wished that the box never ended, I saw this cutest thing ever. A bunny to add to my new collection. You see, my old collection (the one that I have started since I was born) is being held hostage at a dark place in Alpine, UT. Yes, I have shed tears over it, but I am trying to start a new begining, and what better then this cute thing. Up to my shelves she goes. My mom is so great at finding the cutest bunnies ever. She is the best. Thanks mom, love you.

Ok, so now to my other fun find. I heard about smashed califlower a couple years ago, but the anti-cook that I am never made it until a couple weeks ago, and let me tell you, yum-freaking-O. Ok. And, if you google it they tell you to put all kinds of fattening stuff in it, which I am sure is better then yum-freaking-O, but being the wanna be low fat anti-cook that I wish I really could be, I did come up with a super duper only a little bit of heathy fat way to make this. Anti-oxidants, here I come.

In an attempt to spell sheck all my mistakes, my spell check will not work, Thanks blogger, now everyone will know what a bad speller I am.

Ok, so Bunny and I are tired. Isn't she so adorable. I just want to squeeze her to pieces. Lisa get your hands, and feet off. This is not little bunny foo foo miss thang. Alisa and Bunny are out.