My  LOLCAT submishun and a couple other new ones of the Cadbury bunny~~  >_< Squeeee!!!

So this morning, when I got off work, I took my little Cadbury into my room for some play time with Mama before I retired for the day.  (I work graveyard shift so.... bleh!) 

After an extensive bout of giggles and snorts as he bounced and binkied all over my bed, he crawled up to snuggle on my chest...  And proceeded to clean my cheeks, nose and eyes!!  (a bunny facial "masque"??)  When he was done, I started rubbing his little face and ears and he fell asleep with his cute little nose nuzzled into my neck.

I think I might be over-dosing on bunny love and cuteness!!!  (I just wish Babs was this affectionate!) 

Will post pictures soon!!

::begin whiney rant::

Everything in my life that I'm trying to make work is going wrong.  They aren't important things like life or death... But are important to ME. 

The holiday plans are crumbling at my feet... Each in it's own special kind of way

My son isn't with me for the holidays for the first time EVER...  He's joining the military and I doubt I will even get the chance to see him before he ships out to basic training.  Not to mention that I may not even be able to see him graduate from said basic training in Chicago due to finances.  Yeah, I know that he's 19 and the strings should be cut... Yeah, I know he's on his own now and I'm hovering... But with the state of this war... AND the fact that the USNavy is sending sailors "in country" to fight along-side the Army and Marines... Telling the recruits that it is strictly voluntary when THAT is complete bullshit... (I live in a Navy town... I talk to people and get info on what my son should be careful of)  So yeah.... Hovering will be done and screw whom ever doesn't like it!!!  lol

::end whiney rant::

I just want to melt down... and this isn't at all an option. 

This is a fun one, and no one has to participate, but here's how it works:

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich, maybe your favorite cat. Any remark, meaningless or not.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.

These are the questions  kajiracad asked me when I posted a comment in response to her entry:

(1) What is the last movie you paid to see?

(2) Which historical figure would you like to ask 10 questions of?

(3) If you could climb onto a motorcycle and just take off, without guilt, where would you go?
(4) What thing(s) sit near your computer "just 'cause"?
(5) If you had to go into "witness protection" what would you want your "new name/occupation" to become?

These are my answers:

(1) Ummmm... Eragon (the book was MUCH better!!)
(2)Martin Luther King Jr.
(3)Down the coast to the Mexican border.... and back.
(4)Hand lotion?
(5)Miranda Locks (weird question) I'd like to be a adolescent/pediatric psychologist.

So, my mother and her hubby, Jim, invited Trista and I out to the Jumbo Chinese Buffet for dinner. We were having SUCH a glorious time, laughing, telling stories of our childhoods, prompted by the screaming child at the table behind us. And then..........

Trista starts playing with my mother's little travel kleenex case with the black, faux alligator leather, which is filled with the cutest little flowered tissues. She's flipping it open and closed, having fun with the little inserted magnet that holds it closed. She flips one way, it opens... She flips it the other way and it closes... Back and forth, being so cute and, for lack of a better word, "flippant".

Suddenly, she's flipping it closed and the tissues FLY out of the little cute black case and go flying over my head, while my mother watches them soaring through the air, and they land on the table across from us, and into the pregnant woman's food and lap!!!

Our table is just DYING!!! The table behind the pregnant woman is DYING!!! The pregnant woman is getting quite a chuckle out of it all and the waitress is DYING, while she helps the soon-to-be mama pick up the tissues that are salvageable!!

I SWEAR!!! You can't take Trista anywhere!!!

After a LONG stint of being encouraged, nagged, harassed to join LJ, I've finally given in!  LOL

Now Let's see what it's all about!

Ribbit!