O Frabjous Day!

I've heard a lot of people claim that Tim Burton's "Alice In Wonderland" was humdrum. While I was surprised to hear such a thing from these people, it made me think. I thought, and thought and thought some more. Humdrum? Not so, I say!

I've read the book, and I've seen a myriad of versions/performances of it. While it wasn't Burton's normal claymation creeptastical genius, it still rocked. It stayed in tune with Carroll's work, with an emphasis on "The Jabberwocky"*, the acting was splendid and it was rich and gorgeous. I went in with incredibly high expectations, and I left happy.

That's not to say there weren't some things that bugged me about it, but those things were very few. Overall, I'd say it was refreshing, imaginative and I want to own it. Just don't see it in 3D. It seemed kind of pointless to me.

P.S. Depp's Mad Hatter is both unsettling and endearing, and I need one of Tim Burton's Bandersnatches a.s.a.p. ^_^

*The Jabberwocky poem and...

Thanks Youtube & Awesome parents/teachers.

I Pity The Fool

I've been painting like a fool for the past few days. I decided to give the owlies a rest and work on finishing a few peices I'd been neglecting. Thought I'd share. Neither of them are complete. I keep changing things.

The Cuteness

The following is a taste of the cuteness that kept me sane today. All compliments of Cute Overload!:)

Felt like this when I got out of the shower this morning...


Lunch was a highlight. I gorged myself on salad.



And at about 2 this afternoon the prospects of going home made me want to jump for joy.



Seriously. Kept me sane.

LAMEnting

Friday has finally arrived and what am I doing? Messing around on Myspace and blogging. Mind you, I'm not doing these things from home. I'm still cooped up at my office!

Why pray tell hasn't a freedom-seeking gal such as myself escaped the workplace yet you ask? Because I'm LAME. I wish it weren't so, but it is. I am currently undergoing some sort of strange coping behavior. Coping with the untimely death of my bunny, that is.

All of a sudden I can't be home without my husband, and since he works later than I do-here I sit. It's ridiculous! We cherish our personal time. It's when we, two completely opposite individuals, get to enjoy doing our own thing. I get to work on my paintings, drawings and such, and he works on his truck or fiddles with the lawn mower.

I hope this avoidance passes soon, and painlessly. I've cried enough.

Pacha

I know no other way to say this, than just saying it. Pacha(my dear sweet bunny) died. I'm to where I can talk about it, but I'm still a mess. I guess something was wrong with his heart. Bunny experts say that when an otherwise healthy young rabbit dies, the way Pacha did, it's due to heart attack, and there's nothing you can do for a weak bunny heart.

He had been less active than usual, since we'd returned from Florida. Although, he was pretty much back to his sweet little fluffy self. We were giving him lots of attention, and watching for any health issues. He just seemed to hop around less and kind of cuddle up and stay put more. Normal bunny activities. Just slightly out of character for Pacha.

He was eating, drinking, and going potty as usual. His ears looked nice and clean. His teeth were fine. We couldn't decide whether to take him to the vet or not. There were no physical signs of anything wrong.

I wish I had now. I should've taken him for blood work or something. I just didn't know. I also wish we hadn't gone to Florida for a week. I feel like it's my fault. Although, I know we spoiled him rotten and he was very happy.

He was hopping around and loving on me Wednesday. Thursday I was gone all day for work, and doing stuff for Jodi's wedding. Todd was home with him, though. Friday morning he just up and died.

Todd was in the kitchen when it happened. I was in the bedroom. I'm sorry he saw it, but I'm glad it wasn't me. There was nothing anyone could do. Todd held him, and that gives me some comfort.

We buried him before Todd left for work. I ran some errands to try to forget about it, but basically just cried all day. I still burst into tears randomly. Especially around the house.

Our whole lives were built around a bunny. All the electrical cords and plants are up off the ground. The back bedrooms are always kept shut. Todd opened my studio door last night and I screamed at him and started bawling.

I miss my little fuzzy friend.

If you have a bunny, and he/she starts acting the slightest bit out of character, take them to the vet. Even if they can't do anything, you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you did what you could.