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.