I'm not sure what made us do it. We talked about it since Thanksgiving last year when we were at my brother's house for dinner and we were playing with their bunny. We fell in love with the little guy and convinced ourselves that a bunny was what our cat needed to keep him company. Weeks went by and then months. We still talked about it and knew the best time to buy one would be around Easter for obvious reasons. However, life became busy and Easter came and went and no bunny. Then, one day I had to stop at our local pet store to pick up some of the stuff you put on dogs for fleas/ticks and saw the bunnies. They were adorable and so little. Guess what? They were on sale cause it was after Easter - oh how lucky for us. So two days later my youngest and I made up our mind that we were going to do it. Dad came along to try to talk us out of it. Needless to say he didn't do much talking. We held two of them, trying to decide which one we wanted but it was a no brainer for the youngest daughter as she began to bond with the little guy who became our new addition to our family.

We bought all the necessary stuff one needs to have a rabbit in the house. There was no way this bunny was going to be outside. We were told how to litter train it and how to take care of it and off we went. He was so little and so cute. When you held him, he licked your hand as if saying "thank you, thank you for choosing me." It's been two weeks now and we do not regret it!

We figured we would wait to name him to see what type of personality he had. He wasn't suppose to get bigger than 5 pounds as he was a dwarf bunny but the way this guy eats, I'm not sure. We picked out Oreo because of his markings but we rarely use that name as we all seem to be calling him Bunny. I know, such a feminine name for a male bunny but hey, it works and he responds.

He now has full run of the kitchen (thank goodness it's large) and doesn't venture into my office. My daughter thinks that he thinks the walls will cave in on him. I think she is trying to tell me it's junky. And he doesn't venture onto the living room carpet even though we have had him in there. So he just plays in the kitchen but there are many things he gets into. One of things that we discourage him is the cat litter. He wants to dig and lounge. Granted he does use it for the proper use but we don't want him in there. He has his own litter box in his cage, which I'm happy to say that he uses. Obviously our bunny is a genius to pick up when to use. Whew! He hates it when we put him in his pen at night and close the door. And he definitely hates the dog. He hides from him. He seems to love the cat though and it's fun to watch him follow the cat around the kitchen.

I have put in three pictures of the little guy. There are more but they are on my daughter's computer - so for now this will do.

Oh yeah, the cat, Bandit, is entertained by him and sits and watches. He has even attempted to play with him but as soon as the bunny touches him, he stands up and backs away. Not at all the approach he takes with the dog who is at least 5 times his size. Go figure!

Here is Oreo (Bunny):

I'm not sure of the number or alphabet (however they characterize personalities) but I would be in the group with the analyzers. I analyze EVERYTHING. It's very hard for me to take things at face value. Maybe it's because I'm not a trusting person. I wish I was more trusting. I wish I could go through life and not analyze everything but how does one stop? I have analyzed this to death. I honestly believe that trust plays a HUGE part. I tend to NOT analyze things as much when it involves someone I truly trust. I second guess someone I have trust issues with.

A prime example is my hubby. I don't second guess him. If he says something I know he is sincere. I don't think he is just saying that because I would want to hear it. Now take Doc. I second guess him all the time. I'm constantly analyzing things he says...thinking he actually means something else. He asked me the other night what I wanted to do. I said cuddle. He said okay. I said do you really want to cuddle. He said not really. Then I felt bad cause I didn't want him to do anything he didn't want to do. This kind of thinking is taking a toll on me mentally. Doc and I are "arguing" more because of my "perception" of things. I'm convinced I see it as it is. He is convinced I think too much and talk myself into whatever it is I'm convinced about.

Maybe all of it is true. Do I really live in this world with rosy-colored glasses? I don't think so.

Example of my perception of "something". Doc was on call last night and he got a page. We went to the clinic so he could treat the patient and we went back to his office. I emailed him two poems I had written last week and asked him to put them on his bulletin board so that he could be reminded of how I felt about him. No problem, he said he did. Well, he tells me as we go back that he had to take them down cause someone was in his office (his partner). I said what was the big deal - my name wasn't on it. He said he just didn't want to answer a bunch of questions. He showed me a printed out poem with the thumbtack hole. I still wasn't satisfied with that answer. I look around at his bulletin board and there are a lot of cards and pictures. Pictures of patients, children of patients. He still had my youngest's graduation picture and announcement up there. There were no cards from me as he had taken them down about 2-3 years ago when he got the bulletin boards he has now and I hadn't sent him any cards at work. Well there is this one patient who is a little older than him (61) but still very young looking who obviously likes to send cards. She sent a card for St. Patrick's Day, she sent a card for his father's death, she sent a card for Easter, who knows how many more. I questioned him about this and he just said that she was a card freak - yeah whatever. That isn't normal for a patient to give her chiropractor cards (she even has brought him chocolate). He says she does that for the massage therapist and others in the office. Again WHATEVER - it's not normal.

Then I see this card that was obviously one that I would have given him only it wasn't. Inside was a woman's picture and she had written something about no pictures of her in a black garter and thigh highs but this was as close as she had. He informed me that was a woman he knew a long time ago. I asked why is it up on the bulletin board. He said just to fill in space. I went on to say, wouldn't any of my cards be okay to fill in space? Needless to say things went on like that with both of us getting upset. His point was that I'm still in his life and she isn't. Well then why keep the picture up there.

I have every reason to be upset, yet I don't. There is no commitment between us. I want honesty from him and I can't trust him to give it to me. It's been that way for 10 years. When I get to the point of trusting him, he says or does something to make me waiver in how I feel about it.UGH!!!!!

Well I could go on and on about this issue and all the little things that make me analyze everything but I'm tired in many ways and have vented and now must go to bed!

I don't know where to begin. So much has happened. Needless to say I have been busy. Some good and some not so good. I'm wondering at what point in my life do things really settle down and life can be enjoyed to a point that I don't have to constantly worry about someone or something. I suppose that isn't being very realistic though.

The last time I have posted, my youngest had moved out to live with my mother. Well she has since moved BACK home. I welcome her of course and totally understand why she left and why she came home. It seems my mother wasn't giving her the space she needed to do her schoolwork. I tried to warn my mother when the youngest moved in with her but apparently she either didn't really care or just has no concept of what giving space means. My daughter told her that she wasn't getting her projects done(truth) and she was homesick (not true). I eventually told my mother the real reason and gave her some examples how she pushed her out the door. For instance, one Saturday my daughter was going to sleep in - but my mother had other ideas as early that morning she was making the dog sing (loud) and then called out to the daughter and asked her if she was awake. As if not getting an answer was the answer she was seeking, as she was wheeling herself down the hall, she was calling out asking if she was awake, getting louder as she got closer to her bedroom door. Needless to say, the daughter was awake at this point. Was she expecting an answer IF the daughter was sleeping or what? Well, I'm glad to have my daughter home even if it does mean I have to deal with my mother more. I have to admit it was a nice rest from my mother.

And speaking of mother, at the beginning of March she had a cataract removed from her left eye. in six weeks time she was suppose to get the right eye done. The night before that surgery, she suddenly went blind in the left eye. The doctor was called and he said it could be something obscuring the lens. We went in the next morning (she still couldn't see) and found out she had experienced a central retinal artery occlusion (some call it a stroke to the eye). The loss of the vision is permanent. She refuses to get the right eye cataract surgery done. She was hysterical, saying she wanted to die, saying don't put her in a nursing home. This was all said without anyone saying a word to her. She is whacked without having this tragic news...now she is worse. We went to a retinal specialist, had tests done and the bottom line is that she will not regain sight in that eye. The cause of the occlusion is unknown, probably a piece of cholesterol broke off from the carotids and moved to that artery. She probably be thankful that it wasn't a brain stroke. As for me, I saw my therapist this past Thursday just because of all that was happening and dealing with it. I'm doing okay considering.

With my rest from my mother, I was getting very focused on work and even was coming up with some ideas on improvements and even emailed my supervisor concerning them. I was on a roll. Hopefully some of my ideas will be implemented. She has to get the ideas past the manager who happens to be a control freak so it's hard to say.

My oldest daughter will be graduating in a month. She has been to job fairs and have taken state civil tests for accounting jobs with the state. Keep your fingers crossed.

My wedding anniversary was April 3 and it was celebrated quietly with hubby and I going to lunch and shopping and intimate time in bed. We were much happier with that than what was to be planned for us for the 25th. I'm so glad that was stopped in its tracks.

We have a new addition to our family. A dwarf bunny, black and white. He doesn't have a name yet but he is so cute. Actually my youngest is the proud owner but I of course have plenty of cuddles to share. Bandit seems to like him and is of course curious.

Things were going good with Doc until I voiced an opinion about something that was bothering me - lack of attention on his part. Well it blew up last night and we ended up being nasty to each other and basically just mean. It would have been the end but it wasn't. We made up and all was well. Time will tell of course...