Captain and Echo

It's been a long time between posts.

I feel that I should add that I have now got two rampaging bundles of fluff. My little man's name is Captain and he is a rather small English Spot rabbit. 

He's a sweetheart. He loves orange pieces and banana and is very well trained. I had him for about five months before I took him to the Rabbit Run-away Orphanage to get him a friend. It took two trips since he managed to alienate all the female rabbits the first time round by attempting to mate with them immediately. One large bunny bopped him on the head and stunned him a bit. The second trip was a winner, as he seemed to have learnt his lesson and I returned home with Captain and little Echo.

 
Echo spent the first few months with one ear up. She was very thin to start with, but has fattened up quickly. She is a BIG rabbit. I can hold Cap with one hand but Echo needs two hands and some arm space.

She is easily frightened and still doesn't trust people. She is only happy to be patted when Captain is close by.

Captain spends a lot of time showing off for her. He runs and jumps and gets very put out if she doesn't pay him attention. She tries to pretend she doesn't care, but if Cap is out of sight for too long she gets anxious.

camembert vs brie

First day of the new  year and I've solved something that has haunted me for a decade. Do I like Camembert or Brie better? I know I have a strong preference for one over the other, but I can never remember which one. Official differences between the two? Cattle types, cattle feed and the size of the wheels.

The problem started when I decided I needed a good way to remember which one was better. Rather than writing it down somewhere, I immediately thought "well, brie is Bree, where the Prancing Pony is, and that scene was a bit sinister so that's how I'll remember I don't like Brie."

No. Because I love LOTR. I love it. So every single time I went to buy some fancy cheese I'd think "Bree.  Great book that. I'll get some Brie."  But a small part of me would wonder if I had it right. So I'd end up with two small cheeses instead of one giant spectacular one.

I finally did a quiet taste test for the sole purpose of gorging over NYE finding out the truth. It's Camembert. I like Camembert. I tried to think of something that would allow me to associate the word Camembert with greatness (better than LOTR) but all I could think of was Bert. And Bert and Ernie terrify me. It all started when I had a Sesame Street viewfinder that rotated through some joyful and lovely pictures of my favourite friends.  I was about three.  However, one of the images was a Halloween image with Ernie and a pumpkin.  I was so scared I would try to click through as fast as I could, but I was too small and adorable to think of a better way out and therefore I was forced to look at this freakish scene again and again. Bert is tainted by association.

There is no hope. I think I'll just move to hard cheeses this year.

Hello there!

Well hasn't this been a useless waste of a year (trust me, it has).

I haven't blogged, which was something I used to really enjoy and I haven't made enough of a dint in my thesis to please anyone.

I love doing my yearly report because it gives me a chance to learn and take pleasure from what I have succeeded in doing and look at a few areas where I haven't done so well.

So...

Triumphs:

1. I gave a drama free talk in front of my entire library.
2. Got a pet work project off the ground and funded
3. Stayed away from people who are bad for me (Mr N mainly)
4. I got on top of my finances.

Lousy stuff:

1. I'm selling my house. This is both good and bad.
2. I'm unfit.
3. My job is less than ideal.

Overall, it's been a pretty shit year.

Things for the new year:

1. Take a makeup course. I've been saying this for years, but I really want to learn how to do my makeup properly.
2. Learn how to do face-painting. This is sort of the same as task number 1 but more fun.
3. Learn to play my break-up banjo.
4. Either fix my job situation or find a new one.

This can all be done right? I mean, next year is a big one for me. I turn 30.  I've already decided on my 30th birthday present to myself, and it's super boring. I'm buying shares with my 'play savings'. Whoooo.

Here's to a better year next year.