For Valentine’s Day, Hubby and I adopted a rabbit. She’s a Mini-Lop. She’s different shades of brown, with a little rush color behind her ears. She has a good personality so far. She loves TomTom, our cat, but he doesn’t like her. It is so wonderful that he’s not mauling her – which is honestly what we expected. There is something poetic about a big male cat being afraid of a little rabbit. TomTom will lay down on the floor or go up to her and try to smell her and she’ll hop after him and he either runs up and over the couch, around the back of the couch, or up the stairs. As she gets more comfortable in our house, she gets more interested in following him. She started bounding up the stairs after him today, which really freaked him out. Sometimes she’ll start around the couch after him too, it’s really funny. She hops up to him like all she wants in the world is a friend, and he runs away. It’s funny but sad at the same time.
I have really enjoyed having her in our family though. I never had a rabbit as a pet growing up so it’s fun getting used to having a rabbit pet. How cool will it be for our kids too!

In reply to The Redneck Mommy: Ode to Billy Ray Cyrus.

Some of my fondest childhood memories of my mom is driving from Bellingham, WA (where we lived), to Lewistown, MT (where we vacationed) blasting BRC for 14 straight hours. We also fought over the TV Guide covers and had slumber parties in the living room while he did concert specials or appearances on tv shows.

I cannot help myself but name ABH my favorite song, and would have attended his recent Emerald Queen Casino concert in Tacoma, WA just minutes after undergoing surgery with a still swollen and bloody face, if my husband would have let me.

I recently nannied a now 5 year old girl whom is obsessed with Hannah Montana, and felt giddy whenever BRC was in the scene.

My name is Jacklyn, I’m 23, and I still absolutely love BRC.

Hubby had three friends over on Saturday night, and they played computer games and xbox360 games. I served lasagna for dinner, along with Caesar salad. They all had fun, which was good. I enjoy the three of them, they’re all funny, and all around good guys. After they left, Hubby and I laid in bed and relaxed and fell asleep pretty late.

Sunday was a disaster. We argued all day about little things. I got angry at Lego Indiana Jones 2 on the xbox360, and he tried to help, but I didn’t want his help, so I yelled at him. He retreated upstairs to clean up his mess in the office, and I went upstairs to see what he was doing. I went to the bathroom off the master bedroom, came back downstairs to find him throwing away some old power strips that weren’t safe, and I flipped out because they belong to my mom. I got angry that he had not consulted me before he was deciding to throw things away. We went upstairs to bed around 11, but the Grammy’s weren’t over, and our tv upstairs has issues turning on, and I missed the last 1/2 hour and got mad at him about that too.

Today, I finally got my W-2 from my last job, and somehow I filed wrong when I first started there, and they only took $16 out in taxes (a lot more in Social security, but that doesn’t matter). I got angry and decided that I can’t do anything right anymore, and now he’s being quieter than a mouse at the kitchen table trying to figure out if he can file our taxes himself. He’s stressed out because I’m turning into an irritable tyrant, I filed my paper work incorrectly, and he wants to do our taxes himself so we don’t have to pay someone else to do them.

I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with me, I am becoming a monster, and Hubby doesn’t deserve the way I’ve been treating him.

No one told me that my blog wasn’t showing up in IE all this time. My blog theme is broken, so I’m making Hubby fix it tomorrow. I changed it back to the girly one I had until I can get it fixed.

I am all about supporting gays and lesbians in our country, and around the world (with the exception of Perez Hilton – I can’t stand him), and I am glad that Obama is taking the step to protect gays in the military. My concern though, and I support Obama, from a distance, as I have not a political bone in my body, is that Obama said he’d pull our troops out, but here he’s encouraging more people to join the service. Is he supporting gays because he has his own agenda, or because he actually cares about them, and their rights.

I think it would really be a shame if its his way to get more people to enlist so that he can send them to Afghanistan and Iraq to be killed. They’ll already have a target on them, from all of the Homophobes that are undoubtedly in the military, but to send them into these danger zones, just seems to be putting the target on their backs, and then strapping on a couple grenades, and pushing them out into the desert.

This label does not bother me one bit. One of my exes told me repeatedly that I’m a book worm. Probably because he never cracked a book. Since then, I was called a bookworm a lot. I never really read a book for classes in high school, but I did alright. Well, I take that back, I read all of the time for my American Lit class as a JR, and I think I got an A (since it was in Montana, the grade scale was 93-100% A). Either a low A, or a high B. I have my transcripts from high school, but I don’t know if I remember where I put them. I took two American Lit classes in high school. I took one that was mandatory while I lived in Montana, and since I enjoyed it so much, I took a semester long course when I moved back to Washington.

Anyway, the reason I’m posting today, is because I’ve been reading the ‘Sookie Stackhouse’ or ‘True Blood’ series by Charlaine Harris. I started them a week ago and I absolutely love them. I haven’t been so sucked into books in a long time. I’ve been up late at night, 3-5am reading. The drawback is that I’m not able to wake up in the morning– so I’ve been sleeping until sometimes later than 1pm. :-/ My best friend reads these books too, I actually read the first few pages of the first book at her house over New Year weekend. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it, but then I watched a few episodes of the True Blood show on HBO, though I hate the show compared to the books, all I wanted to do was read them. I told my best friend that I started reading them, and she’s tickled pink. I’m dying to catch up with her, so that we can finally chit chat back and forth so that she’s not giving anything away. I don’t want to give anything away, also, as one of my international friends is reading at least the first one.

Well, anyway, I am going to get going, I picked up the next one at the store today, and I’m dying to get started. (PS – I love you hubby. Don’t be mad. Remember you like it when I”m happy )

I think I got it fixed. Also, I’ve made public all of my entries. Some may be password protected, but if you get really bored at work this week, I invite you in to my life. Enjoy

My husband brought to my attention, that since I was redoing some work on my blog, I messed up some categories in my blog. Ignore category listings for now. I’ll fix this later on tonight!

Thanks honey!

Isn’t it funny how sometimes you are inspired to write just based on the writing instrument you chose to write with? For example, I write in a reserved manner when it comes to typing here on my blog because people don’t understand that when they come here, they may not like what they read, yet the continue to come knowing I’ll offend them. When I write in pencil, I write more fictional stories, a lot of make believe comes from my pencil writings. The kicker, is that when I write with pen, I write more of my true feelings, and less of that fiction crap. For example, 95% of my poems I’ve written (I’ve written over 100) are in pen. They may not be the best in the world, but they’re raw emotion.

One thing I’ve been struggling with lately is that I’ve been needing to vent, I’ve been needing to write, and I can’t. I put pen to paper and nothing comes out. I have thought about getting assistance from a counselor, maybe that would help me, but even then, if I can’t write for myself, how can I write or talk with someone else. It’s not like I’m crazy (some of you will argue, but this is my  blog so STFU!) I just had a wonderful relationship with a counselor before and I was so much more happy. I was able to let things out, let them go, and move on. And damnit, I was able to write. I read some of my old poems occasionally, and they make me happy. They make me feel something other than frustration. I read old blogs I’ve had that were free that I never deleted, and my writing then was so vivid I can picture what was going on, all those things I’ve otherwise blocked out and repressed.

My counselor before told me, ” I worry sometimes because of things you can’t remember of certain events, and I don’t want you to get to the point that you block out so much you don’t have memories of your happy times.” I believe that is where I am. I wish I could call upon my counselor and just spend hours venting like before, but I can’t.

I also got inspired to write from music. I get more inspired to dance (badly) by music lately then I do to write. I don’t know. I just feel like I took one wrong step and this is all a result.

Well, not actually. And it’s not actually soup… The spaghetti sauce is on the stove cookin’ away. Every time I’ve opened the freezer the past few weeks, I’ve been stared in the face by the Garlic Bread, and it’s been calling my name with a slightly pornographic request  to “eat me!” ‘Me’ being the garlic bread of course.

My friends on Twitter decided to tell me that I am sickingly sweet when it comes to my having asked Hubby to “be the Wall-e to my Eve”. I didn’t know this was possible, but I am glad that I am good at something!

I cleaned most of the kitchen today, I have yet to put the things back where they go, or to put what I took off of the counters into a more permanent spot. I missed a few dishes tat were left on the coffee table, so they’ll get put in the dishwasher with tonights dinner dishes. Since I am hoping we’ll have  a little one soon (by soon, take the time until we start trying and add 9 months), I think we both agree that we need to crack down on keeping the house clean. I am already envisioning how we’ll keep tabs on the little one once it gets conceived and then born and begins crawling. We’re still a long ways from that, but it’s never too soon to plan.

Anyway, I am going to hop off here and attempt to get some more things done. I think I might start the pasta for the spaghetti so it’s all ready when Hubby gets home. All but the Garlic Bread of course, as that only takes 5 minutes. nom nom!

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