Old Time Religion

Jessie caught Monty and was doing the coma-bunny routine last night. I always think it looks like one of those religious awakenings where the man in the robes tries to exorcise something or calls upon the big kahuna to solve a problem (see the movie Benjamin Button to figure out what the heck I'm talking on about).

Merry Christmas Eve

The Schommers came over for dinner last night. We had a turkey-lurkey, an apple pie, some potatoes and bread and things. Very tasty.

Jessie wandered around, taking myspace-esque pictures. Heeerrreeee's Jessie!

And the dead turkey man. Sigh...

Jessie and I Decorated Those Sugar Cookies

Egads! A Moose! A Mice! A MOUSE!

Last night Jessie and I were watching TV. I was knitting and looking at something by Monty's cage when I see a little black thing run and sit by the couch. I thought "Now, that's weird... how can Monty's ear be moving there if he's in the cage..." and then it dawned on me "Jessie! There is a mouse. There is a mouse by your water glass. Oh no! HO Oh no!" Jessie made an appropriately loud screech and jumped up onto the back of the couch. The mouse disappeared and I went to get Dad. "Well.... we don't have any mouse traps so I guess we'll just have to wait until the snow melts to get some." That was lame so Jessie and I tore things up trying to find it and trap it in a little pencil holder. That didn't work. We went back to watching something, I fell asleep and then eventually wandered back to my room to do some real sleep, none of this curled up on a couch clutching the remote next to my face business. The second I get into my jammies and crawl into bed Jessie screams "Hannah! HE'S BACK! That mouse is right here! Oh god oh god EEEeeeee....!" I jump out and throw my door open. Jessie is huddled on the couch staring at the bookshelf where mister mouse is hiding. We look and look and look and find nothing. I know he's there somewhere. At this point it's 11:30 and I'm getting a little fuzzy and sleepy. I decide to call it a night a second time, walk over to my room look in and there he is, sitting next to my bed staring at me. "OH shit! he's in here!" He looks enormous and black and scary-fast. I lunge at him with my Tupperware container (Jessie and I raided all of the cupboards in the house for Tupperware to trap things) and miss. He scurries under the bed to a pile of pillows on the floor and hunkers down. With a bit of adrenaline helping I chase him into a corner. "Jessie! Get in here NOW. I. Have. Him. Trapped. Behind. The. Yarn." She gets in with a Tupperware in each hand and one in her armpit. We spent a good half-hour chasing him back and forth behind my desk. He kept disappearing and we had to figure out what nook he was hiding in THIS time. At one point he wedged himself under my bucket of yarn (that thing must have had 1/8 inch of clearance) and then flew at me when I pulled the drawer out. Finally, at midnight, I managed to trap him under my plastic box and we dumped him into a larger Tupperware with some hay in it and a lid. Mom and Dad were no help so we decided to go show them our prize... at midnight. That was popular. Jessie flicked on the lights in their bathroom and Mom groaned "Whaa... you brought the mouse here? No Hannah, it's not cute. You can't keep it. No more pets Hannah." And then she put her glasses on and after some serious squinting at a corner in the box, "Oohhh, he a pretty cute shape! Oh look at his little tail... and those beady eyes. He is pretty cute, wait, is that bedding you have in there? No Hannah, no more pets!" It was decided that we would decide what to do with it in the morning, until then he could stay in the Tupperware. After a bit of rustling around I figured out that mister mouse was really more appropriately name Miss Lola the mouse because of her lack of man-bits.

Miss Lola spent the night with me in my room. You've got to admit that after all of that fuss, she's pretty sweet.And here she is this morning, before being released into the woods down the road.

Poor mousy-mouse. I don't think she's going to do very well. But in the end anything is better than poison.

The trees looked so pretty on the way back to the house. Poor mousy-mouse.

Oh, And...

I've been sick. Throw-ie-uppie don't feel good sick. I don't know why, and I'm feeling better now but I'm still a little wonky. I crashed on the couch yesterday morning after getting about 2 hours of sleep (not consecutive either!) and Willow decided to get in on some of that sweet sleep action.

Snuggly snuggle.

Dusty Dirt Bunny

Monty was outside for the first time in a while today. Dad's scraped away some of the construction bits from the front yard, leaving a swath of dirt for Monty to root around in and grunt like a happy pig. And he did.

Oh boy, sooo happy! And so muddy...

Mommy Loves to Photograph Monty

Whenever Monty needs to come upstairs for his medicine Mom dissolves into "Ohhhhh.... Let me get my cammera!" Which means her phone. Monty's a pretty good sport and he always looks pretty darn cute.

Today

So I See

1984

Mom: age 27 with Daphne the terror-bunny.

2008

Me: age 20 with Monty the abscess bunny.

Oh and More Monty

Mummy sent me this from her phone this morning. She took it a while ago when Monty was still shedding his fur in big patches (he looks pretty homeless here) and before I cut my hair. Mornings are so nice when you can bunny face with a real bunny.

Those wiggly noses really take the edge off of cold mornings in ways coffee never could.

Flat Mates....

So these are the four people I live with. From left to right: Anna, me, Taya, Rebecca and.....

Cynthia who didn't make it into the first picture!

Ye Who Were Frogs Are No Longer Be-Tailed

This is one of the little guys I've been fermenting in my fish tank. She/He/It has been dubbed Francis and is the cutest example of frog-dom ever to be spawned from jelly.

If they didn't hop out of my hands so often I would carry them around all day.

Mud Bay ADVENTURE!

Jessie and I went on an adventure. We ate some tastey tastey waffles and french toast at a diner, played in the mud and then got soapy in a bath tub.

All in a good days' work!

This is a mud flat on Mud Bay road. It's totally not as stinky as it looks...
Jessie's UP TO HER KNEES in mud!

This is what happens when you hose off in a tub. Housing should have a hose outside the dorms, but because they don't, they'll have to snake the drains.

SUCKA!

Steve is Our Master

Here's the deal. We have a game going on on the Fourth Floor of D-Dorm, Steve of course, is the master.
so the point of the game is to pretend to blow dart someone. So you hold your hand in front of your mouth and pretend to shoot a dart. The person who is darted has to fall down and pretend they're dead right where they're standing. No talking, no nothing until someone comes along and pretends to pull the dart out of your neck and saves you.

What happened last night was UNPRECEDENTED!

Steve (NOT in the picture for reasons that will soon become clear) was standing in front of the elevator so I stopped to see what was going on and BAM! He darted me. Down I go just when the doors of the elevator open. Inside are Star and Ben, already darted. I get piled in and Steve sends the elevator down to third floor. He calls it back up to fourth floor, the doors open and in goes Jullian. Repeat two more times with Jessie then James. And thus the Great Elevator Massacre was begun! He made up his little sign, took a picture and then undarted everyone.

Clockwise from left: Ben (his crotch at least), Star, James, Jessie, Me, Jullian.

Sunny Spring

It was such a nice day on Thursday that we all went out to the soccer field to lay in the sun and avoid horribly boring homework.

I'm throwing a frisbee but it looks more like I'm fighting a tiger.

Huzzah!

Steve.
Ben and James.
Star, Jessie, James and Ben.