Saturday Morning

Saturdays are my one day of the week where I have the day to myself. I don't have to get up at five a.m. to go to work and Kris goes in around seven while I sleep in and enjoy kitten snuggles. This morning I got up around seven with Kris and went out to feed the animals, and the first thing I was greeted with was Hannibal doing happy binkies outside my door. Sure it was mainly because it was breakfast time and he knew it, but nothing makes me happier than seeing his furry butt racing around like a crack fiend.

On the other side of the barrier, Teddy V. waited patiently and sweetly for breakfast next to his bowl. His sweet little face looking up at me expectantly. He's a heart breaker with those big brown eyes and that gray butterfly on his nose.

I didn't start this blog for any real reason, I didn't intend it to be a rabbit blog. I just like journaling, regardless of whether anyone reads it or not, I enjoy doing it. But, a rabbit blog it is becoming since the majority of my time is spent with my bunnies or at the rescue with all 162 of those bunnies.

So I accept that I am a rabbit blogger, that I have no life outside of my pets. my daily routine is work at five a.m home by two p.m. clean up mess rabbits have made during the day, check cat, rabbit, and snake water bowls, clean all three bunny litter boxes and cat litter, check snake tank temp, watch Barneby Betta Fish dance and play with him with a mirror, cuddle kitten, lay on floor with Hannibal, drag both buns into bathtub for bonding work (not coming along well, but that's a different post) then make dinner with Kris and spend the rest of the night clicker training buns and watching dumb cartoons.

I am a pet addict I think.
Man I am the coolest twenty two year old I know! *sarcasm*
Whatever, I am awesome.

Hannibal Says

Shes a rotten kind of cute for a zombie prostitute


But I'll allow kisses anyway.


All those books? They're for us bunnies to eat.



Yes the dear Hannibal thinks my books are for feasting on. It's hard to keep him from it so I just keep old magazines and scratch notebooks on the bottom shelf so he can chew them. I think if he knew that he'd try harder to climb the shelves.
The skeletons on the shelf are name Voodoo Charlie and Roy the Toxic Boy. They live up high because Hannibal, as always, ripped Roys feet off and a few of his ribs. Poor Roy.

Week of insane doom!

The last week has been so up and down! I have no internet so I'll be updating as I have the ability to. It's hard being an internet junkie and not getting my fix like I was before. THE PAIN!

So we got moved in and semi set up. We still need some furniture pieces and internet but that's pretty much it. I have all the animals in there and ready to go and that's pretty much it. It's delightful having my own place. We can sleep on the floor of the living room if we want, or watch whatever we want without worrying if dad or Laura won't like it. None of my stuff gets moved and when I clean the kitchen it stays clean! Novelty! I have ended up having to keep Lauras cat until she moves out on her own though because my father is an insensitive, selfish, douche bag, and Fuzzyboots has already torn a massive chunk out of my brand new bloody shower curtain! I knew at some point a cat would do some damage but it hasn't even been up a week! Stupid cat.

Just me and Kris. It's so wonderful. I've been working on my dreads more because I can actually spread my materials out to work on them. I was thinking of cutting off about six inches of my hair because I'm bored with it but I am just going to put synth dreads in it instead to keep me entertained. BRIGHT RED ONES! It will be a while because I don't have enough red to do my whole head and I want to wait until after the wedding next month to put them in.

Mayhem Festival was an adventure. It was 120 degrees at the pavilion by the time I got there and in the crowds even hotter. I wandered into the Hate Breed crowd with a massive snow cone and managed to not spill it! I was proud. I also got puked on by a drunken asshole during Lamb of God, during my favorite song too! Kris tried to move me but he just ended up with it on his face. He had to pick the chunks out of my hair and then Kattie washed my hair in the sink while Zombie set up.
Oh and Rob Zombie is still my hero. He is such a fantastic performer and I was so happy Kris got to see him with me this time. I've told him so often how awesome Zombie is live and was so sad he hadn't seen him yet.

Well that's all for this week! Tune in next time kids for the Ramblings of an Insane Girl.