I am so in love with my fuzzy bundle I cant believe it. Dont get me wrong, I was excited about getting a pet rabbit. But I thought it would be like a hamster. You feel affection for it, but you dont love it like you would a dog or an iguana. (I cried when I lost Pepper and Kit, or for that matter even when the Newt died. Not so with the hamsters, it was more of “Oh, can we get another one then?”). So I thought the rabbit would be a nice substitute for a dog. He is as good as a dog! (Not better, but equal). The thing is nuts. His new trick is to attack the red and white carpet. But only the red and white one, all other carpets are ignored. I want to quit school and teaching, open up a pet franchise, and I think my days would be full of happy fluffy love. However I may go broke when I refuse to sell any of the pets….
KAWAIIIII. Or at least I think that is how you spell it. Its been about 5 years since I lived in Japan. Im out of touch. However last night is the perfect example of why you really do not want me looking after your pets and why I should be checking out insurance quotes on pet insurance. I have pictures, I just need to load them up. But the cutie (Johnny Cash Kangaroo) has finally settled. And by settled I mean he ventures out of the kitchen around the apartment. The apartment is now his oyster. As is our lovely rubber plant. Which I have the cutest picture of him digging in. (He hasnt tried to eat it, I would stop him then). However if the German sees it……
To a fantastic city! So there is some travel in my future. Some of the girls that I go to uni with have decided that a week long trip to one of the coolest cities in the world is exactly what we need! My gypsy feet have been itching for a big trip, however I do not have longer than 6 weeks free between semesters. (and for me that is a short trip. I like to do my travel long term and preferably live in the other country, at the very least be there on the motorcycle with no real time limit on how long we stay. ) Job searches from Mexico City to even Jacksonville job searches are always on my mind, even when I know I will be staying here in the Fatherland for a while. And its the promise of a year long motorcycle trip and the need to save for that that has kept me relatively peacefully. (The German knows that travel will always be part of my future, and as long as its on a motorcycle he is up for it). But this time it will be a mini break for girls. And I cant wait! Although I am going to have to since it is not until the end of March we go!
And I do not mean it in that I feel young at heart, although I do, and the thought of a life others consider normal continues to strike fear in my heart. I can not tell you how badly I want to just pack up and go. Not because I am not happy with the German, or even Germany, not even that I do not like my Masters, which is the most fun I have had at school in as long as I can remember. (and I always liked school but I hated my last Masters). I just want to travel and never stop! But no, this is much more shallow than that! This is my need to read up on proactiv reviews, despite being 30 and thinking I left my acne woes behind in high school.
Who does not really seem to enjoy music, so I turned it down, but he has taken up his position of indignant disgust in the corner. But at least the glaze of fear is gone from his eyes, and it keeps him from trying to run up the wall to escape being in the same room with me. He seems to prefer Shakira in Spanish rather than English if that means anything. I can always get him hgh supplement so he can be as scary as he wants to be.
I dont know if it is the weather or the case that I really will need arthritis treatment when I am older (thanks to surgery on my feet that involved opening up my ankle joints, and crashing my motorcycle without knee protection, more parts of my insides have seen the outside then really should. In fact, when I had my motorcycle accident that is all I could think, that those white bits and that fleshy bit should not be exposed to oxygen), but there is a lot of snow in Stuttgart this year, and Im feeling creaky. Yesterday at Taekwondo I felt like 60 not 30. And then today, perfect! wheee ooo
Or perhaps a stranger combination of both? The Internet can provide you with everything from information on female pattern hair loss here onwards. Some of it is great, some of it is just plain weird, and then there is this, the story of a Russian bear who loves vodka and finds it hard to keep friends. And I can not tell if it is funny, terribly depressing, or something else that defies categorization all together!
In defense of the poor fluffy boy, I too would be consuming all the food in my path if I was terrified I was going to die every day, right about when it got dark, and I was dragged out of my happy home into the terrifying kitchen of a place I did not know with a human whose smell was completely alien, and with a voice that is more than a bit high pitched. Comfort eating is something that does wonders for me, and repeated visits to www.quickweightloss.org does not exactly fight it.
In the words of Oscar, I can resist everything except temptation. Or something like that anyway.
Duck while he whips it at your head (the only act of rebellion he feels comfortable with.)
Shake while new owner coos over you and tells you how much they love you.
Grab dish full of unappetizing rice and chuck at new owners head.
Press body into corner in an attempt to be invisible, despite being a mean eating machine who if he keeps going, or I keep going, I am going to be cruising diet pill comparisons not for me, but for him!)
Just joking about feeding the rabbit a diet pill, not about the attempts to embed a silver bowl in my head.
Can you take a bunny with you to miami south beach hotels? Because here is a winter wonderland, and although I have won the pet war, I have lost the he gets to live inside war. This has not been aided by the fact that when we picked him up he was already living outside, as were all the other bunnies. Sigh.
BUT he does get to hang out inside with us during the day, only sleep outside. The fluffy object of my undying love however seems to spend his entire time cowering in a corner avoiding me or shaking in my lap.
