Tenth Musee

I just cried the whole way through Barack Obama’s inaugural speech. I couldn’t help it! I’m so happy that we’re moving forward as a country and I couldn’t be happier to see George Bush out of office. I don’t talk about politics much on here, but I have no qualms about saying that I hope the door hits Bush on his way out.  Assuming he can figure out how to get through the door.

I had a terrible nightmare last night about Lulu.  I rarely have nightmares and I’m not sure why I had this particular one, but for some reason I was in a car on the freeway and Lulu was running in a wide grassy median between the two sides of road.  She was terrified and sprinting faster than I ever thought rabbits could go… I was driving really fast, trying to catch her and I could never keep up no matter how fast I drove.

Suddenly, much like a macabre video game, predators appeared in the median… wolves, coyotes, a German shepherd… she dodged them all, leaping over them, diving under them and still we kept speeding along.  Finally, a big bear swatted her to the ground when she tried to jump past it and the terror in her eyes are absolutely horrifying. I watched the bear sniff her butt fluff, while her nose ran with tears (that’s what happens when she’s really scared) and her eyes darted wildly around.

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Lulu’s First Christmas from Joelle Reeder on Vimeo.

Clearly, I’m doing some housecleaning. In the meantime, enjoy this little video I made of Lulu’s first Christmas. The light was low, so the quality was iffy in some spots, but I think it lends a certain nostalgic charm.

Happy Christmas!

p.s. I’m also running all my feeds through Feedburner now. While I’ve switched platforms and will be redirecting my old link to the new link, in the meantime, it would be great if you could update your feed. Thanks!

I’ve wanted to blog about a zillion times and then I open this publish page and stare at it until I’ve talked myself out of whatever it was I wanted to blog about to begin with.

But, I refuse to give it up. I just can’t bring myself to do it.  Sure, I write a lot more on Yelp and Twitter lately and of course, sometimes on Moxie Design Studios, but this is my blog… so much of my current existence is wrapped up in blogs that not having one of my own would be like separating Linus from his blanket. Sure, I’ve changed the name twice, but I eventually came back to where I started.

Blogging is a weird thing… it’s changed so much and I think one’s expectations regarding blogging have changed. A lot of us have been blogging since ads were considered “sell-out”, when the idea of a fancy design was having some celebrity photo slapped in your banner, when people actually commented in order to get traffic and everyone (including myself) didn’t lurk via RSS feed.  Now, while progress is good and I’m on board with it, I get a little nostalgic for those times… when blogging didn’t feel so cliquey and I met some of the best people I’ve ever known.

I love blogging. I am a blogger. I cannot separate myself from that label, despite my recent waning of interest in writing about myself.  There’s a certain element of “people pleasing” that happens when you blog and while I’ve never been a balls-out, emotional blogger sharing intimate details, I do feel myself holding back sometimes, feeling the need to keep up “appearances”… though I’m not sure what appearances those would be. And because I find that’s disingenuous, I just choose to not blog at all.  I’d rather shoot my mouth off in 140 characters or less.

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As you may have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet lately. Mostly I’ve been working to get caught up by October 1st, so I can start fresh with our new season without any lingering projects. Of course, that didn’t happen, but a girl can dream. I’m close, I say!  Close!  I’m working on getting Put Down the Donut™ back online, too, which is pretty exciting.  If I write up a review for one more exercise DVD, I might just lose a pound or two… heh.

I’ve also been consumed with bunny-rearing.  There have been many new developments since I last posted about Lulu.  Firstly, she wasn’t 8 weeks old when I got her from the breeder.  After having her 2 weeks, (so 10 weeks old by my count), I took her to the vet for a well-bunny check-up, to make sure she didn’t need any shots, confirm her age, weight and general health.  I found out that she likes to ride in the car (the vibrations put her to sleep), she doesn’t like the sound of parrots (my vet is an avian and exotic animal vet) and she was still under a pound in weight (she was weighed in a tupperware container!). 

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Kathy wanted to see her little orange nose and feet (a result of her totally annihilating a baby carrot earlier), so I filmed her for a second while she munched on some cilantro.  Please excuse my occasional cooing and poor cinematography.

I’m still not entirely sure how I am now the loving owner of a mini Netherland Dwarf bunny when I wanted a dog. But, when your landlord won’t let you have a dog and you’re allergic to cats, this is what happens.  I went with mikey to the swap meet, of all places, and fell in love with this weensy little runt of a bunny.  She loves to sleep against my chest and make little bunny sighs and kick her feet as she dreams. She’s got the fluffiest little bunny tail and overall, while I’m still in a bit of shock that I own a rabbit (a rabbit, people! I own a rabbit! I told Ross just yesterday that I didn’t see myself ever owning a rabbit.  Who knew?), I’m really happy that she’s here.

And despite how cute Lulu is and how sweet she is and her little bunny feets, the best part thus far has been Kathy’s response via text when I told her that I just bought a rabbit.

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