Caught!!

For those of you who think I have an ice cream addiction...check this out. (She's "checking on the laundry.")



Isn't this sad?

Introducing the bunnies...

Meet Chubby...


Meet Pepper Jr...


Meet Oreo...


Meet Hopscotch...


Meet Nightingale...


Aren't they sooo cute? Everyone is mad at me, because I've shamelessly held them all. I've had no part in naming any of them, and I thoroughly object to most of their names.

Baby Bunnies

My mom's post on the bunnies is finally up. You can flip over to her blog and see all the pictures of them. I only put in three pictures, she posted more. Aren't they looking cute?!? They all can see now, and they are starting to get very curious. They hop around a lot and sniff a lot. They have learned how to jump out of their nesting box, but can't figure out how to get back in the box! Tomorrow they will be two weeks old, and we can finally hold them. But my mom wants to wait until Saturday just for safety. I haven't even been able to wait until tomorrow, and I've held all five of them at some point today. They are so tiny and so soft!!

Random Bits...(Have I already used this title?)

Today I had to be to work by 7:30am. I was supposed to go with the Brooks to Tulare to visit Joslyn's twin sister and her children. When I got to work Joslyn told me that I was actually going to be staying home and cleaning. She gave me a list a mile long and then headed out. She also gave me a grocery list. On the grocery list I was told to buy ice cream, so of course I called my mom to rub it in. "Hi, guess what I'm doing? Yea, I'm buying ice cream...ice cream that I'm going to have to eat." On my list of to-do's Joslyn had written: eat some ice cream and drink a rock star. She loves me so much! (And my friends wonder why I'd rather work than hang out with them...I get paid $8 an hour to eat ice cream and drink rock stars...that my boss buys for me!! It's tough...believe me.) Anyways...so during this phone conversation, I invited my mom to come over for lunch and ice cream. I got back to the house at 10:00 and started working. The house was super quiet (too quiet in fact, it was creepy) so I turned "I love Lucy" on, (really loudly,) so that I would hear it while I was working. I also called a friend who I haven't talked with in a few months and chatted with her while I worked, that made working fun. I worked nonstop until 1:30, when my mom brought lunch over. At 1:30 she showed up with Subway. We ate lunch, drank an energy drink and ate ice cream. (By the way...it was really yummy ice cream: Dryers's Cheesecake Diva, Dryer's Loaded Mint Chocolate Chip w/brownie chunks, and Bryer's Cookies and Cream.) My mom discovered their electric fly swatter and had a lot of fun chasing flies around in their kitchen. They have a lot of flies, so she was running around zapping them for a long time. She left at 2:30 and I went back to work. I finally finished my list and headed out at 3:30. Today I worked 8 hours. I get so happy when I work long days, I come home feeling so tired and accomplished. It's a good feeling.

I came home and loafed around on the couch for a while. Then I headed out to look at the baby bunnies. I snuck in a few pets (I just stroked their little ears), after all, today is day 12, that's only 2 days early. I decided to get online and look up recommended waiting times. Several web sites said that it's okay to pick them up from day one, others said wait till their eyes open and they can hop. Either way, their eyes are open, they are hopping all over the place and they are really cute. (Remember my theory: God made them ugly at birth so that we wouldn't want to hold them...when they are old enough to be held they're cute, and by then we want to hold them.) So, basically...after I publish this post I'm washing my hands and sneaking out to hold them.

I've officially been kicked out of my cubby in the cupboard. It now belongs to Poppet (who has been rubbing it in since it happened) and I've been demoted to putting my books into the computer file cabinet. My books don't even fit in the drawer. I'm not very happy about it. Then, to add insult to injury, I've also been kicked off of my coat hook in the hallway. My mom claims that it's only because it's summer and I don't need a coat hanger...but I can see how it will end up. I'm not stupid. My bed is next to go. And when I get booted from my own bed, I'm taking my 9 pillows, my 8 blankets and my baby bunny and I'm gonna load my up car and head over to my basement at the Brooks house. Sniff, sniff. This just isn't right...I tell you, it isn't right. ...You all do know that I am joking, right?

I've noticed that I use the words: "Anyways" "So" and "But" a lot. It really bothers me, and I am going to start using a thesaurus. So...(see, there it is again!) if you don't know what a word means...look it up!

(This is a strange side note, but I can't stand reading books or stories that start out with a person's name or a person talking. For instance: "Ben stared out the window..." or "Mom!" Julia called, "Where is the..." It really annoys me. The best authors and the most accomplished authors are those who can start a book with a sentence that doesn't start out with a person's name or a spoken sentence. Think about it for a minute, and try to come up with the first paragraph of a book without using either of these annoying habits, it's really hard. And just for clarity, it's only the first paragraph that these situations annoy me. After the first paragraph, it doesn't matter how a chapter or page is started.)

I am off to pet a bunny, er, uh, I mean...make my bed. Yea, that's what I meant!

Wow, this was a really random post...I'm going to have a hard time coming up with a title for this one!

A bad bet...A bad outcome

Wow, three posts in one day?!? I'm on a roll. If I'm not in the mood to write, my posts are really lame and usually really short (as with the case of yesterday) but when I'm in the mood to write...well, anyways.









The other day my dad and I were in an argument about our cars. I was saying, that I was convinced that my car weighed more than his. (Don't laugh, I know it was a stupid thing to argue about!) I was convinced that my car weighed more because it isn't shaky and it doesn't pull, unlike his. He insisted that his car is bigger, so it weighs more. We ended up making a bet that if he was right and I was wrong, I would have to sell my $15 Starbucks card to him for $10. (This argument took place after I tried selling my $15 gift card to him for $18 and not telling him how much was on it. ...he didn't fall for that!) Anyways...I took the bet and figured, if I lost I'd just spend five dollars before selling it to him, and not tell him. (When it comes to making bets, I'm kind of shady. Have you ever played cards with me?) After we argued for a while, he ended up using my gift card to buy my mom and him a coffee. It came out to $8.86, which he paid me in cash and gave the gift card back. (If I haven't mentioned it, the whole reason I was trying to sell the gift card is because I don't drink coffee.) I still had a $6.00-something gift card, plus $8.00 and the bet was still on.


Here we a week later, and we have forgotten about the bet. Well, this morning the bet was mentioned and my dad got all excited. He asked me to refresh his memory on the bet (and I chose to not remind him that he had already used (and paid me) $8.00 dollars of the card). He got all excited, and ran out to check the weight on both our cars. I lost the bet by 500 pounds. I was all excited that I was going to get $10 for a card that only had $6.00 on it, but my mom blew that by reminding him that he had already used half the card. (*)Not remembering how much was on the card, he gave me $5.00. I started laughing, because I was totally ripping him off on our bet. He decided to call the number on the card and make sure there was even money left on it. After he realized that there was only $6.40 on it, he got all fussy. "You are a boonshagler!! You stiffed me!!" He grabbed a loaded air soft gun off the kitchen counter (we always have an air soft gun lying out somewhere!) and aimed it at me. I knew he was playing, but I pulled my loaded air soft gun out of it's holster which was on my hip. (Now, you can start thinking about how weird we are. I mean, it's one thing to have guns lying around, it's another thing to carry them around!)I aimed my gun at him. He clicked the safety off of his gun and I did the same. Keep in mind we were only three feet away from each other with nothing between us. I didn't trust him anymore, and decided if this was going to become a shoot out, at least let me have the first shot. I shot him in the toe and started running. He started howling and jumping around. I run up the staircase and sat at the top of the stairs and kept shooting at him. He was shooting back between his whining. He started to yell from the kitchen about how I was going to be sorry about ripping him off and shooting him. He got my purse from it's cubby and got into my wallet. "I'm in your purse!! I'm taking a dollar! You aren't going to rip me off and shoot me!" (And yes, he really did take the dollar! He said, "I wasn't really going to shoot you, nor would I have taken your dollar. After you drew first blood, I decided no more Mr. Nice Guy.") A full fledged shoot out followed. During this shoot out, he shot seven bullets, two hit me. I shot five bullets, three hit him. (By the way, one of the shots that hit him was a planned ricochet, another I shot him through a four inch gap in the kitchen island...those are GOOD shots.) His pride and ego have been completely shattered and stomped on. He can't believe that my aim is better than his, and that he lost to his 16 year old daughter. I got him in the HEAD (he's really fussy about that shot! I haven't heard the end of it), the arm and the little toe. He got me in the leg and in the thigh. After we made amends and called it quits, as we rubbed our wounds we reflected on what we would have done differently when buying our guns. My dad said, "I wish that when we bought these guns, we would have bought the lowest FPS (feet per second) we could find. Instead, we looked for the highest. At least if we found lower, it wouldn't hurt so bad and it would be funner." My guns are 300 and 350 FPS, so yes, it really hurts and really leaves marks.


In the end, we both have a few wounds, and one of us (I won't say who...I don't want to add salt to the wound)has a injured pride. My dad has his $6.40 gift card, and in all I pocketed $14.00-something on my $15 gift card. Hmm...I wonder who got stiffed here. I'd say my dad!


(*)I just asked my dad to refresh my memory on how much he gave me for the card, and he said: "I gave you $5.00 for a gift card that had $8.00 on it. When I realized it only had $6.40 on it, I took a dollar. So, I gave you $4.00 for a $6.40 card." Can hear the sarcasm drip from this comment?? He's still feeling boonshwagled.

Baby Bunny Post

My mom is going to publish a post next week about the baby bunnies. It will be completed with pictures and a story. If the post isn't up on Monday, it will be up soon after. Flip over to her blog and check them out. I'll post about them on Wednesday, because Wednesday is the day we can finally hold them!! They are starting to look SO cute, we can't wait to pet them! Their eyes opened up today, but that's all I can say about them.
(I was going to write about them myself...but when my mom comes up with something to write, I don't want to steal her ideas! So instead, I'll direct you to her site to read about them.)

(Post Note: My mom just read my car wash coupon post and said: "You are a BLOG HOG!! You take all my ideas!" blah, blah, blah. My dad says, "Oh, I think you guys need to get a life!")

Car Wash Coupons

In TODAY'S newspaper there is a coupon for a free car wash at Prime Shine. If you get the paper, the coupon is in section "B," make sure you cut it out! If you don't get the paper, I suggest you run to Walmart and buy a few papers. (Walmart sells the paper for .37, a car wash is $6.00...what a deal!) I had considered buying twenty papers and selling the coupons for $3.00 each, but my dad made me feel guilty and put a stop to that money making idea. So, anyways, I figured if I can't make money selling the coupons myself, I'd at least let you know how you can SAVE some money. (If you take my idea, and I find out that you sold the coupons yourself, I'll be very upset!) So pass this news on, tell your mom and dad and any of your friends who may drive. I repeat: the coupon is only in today's newspaper.

Vacation Bible School!!

I haven't been very good at keeping up with posting this week, it's been a busy week. This week was Vacation Bible School at our church. Shelbie and I served, both the girls sang, and all the kids down to Shadd attended VBS. It was a lot of fun. I have not been home one day this week! If I wasn't working, I was at church, some days I did both. Shelbie and Shaylah had to be to church at 7:45 for practice in the mornings, 2 of the days, their friend's mom brought them, and the other 3 days I brought them. I enjoyed being at church that early in the morning. There wasn't really anything to do, and nobody was there to chat with, but I had fun walking around and watching the game team get ready, the dance team rehearse and the singing team practice. For the last two days of VBS I lent my camera to the guy who was in charge of taking pictures...and wow, he took SOOOO many pictures! (I'm not complaining, but I'm just stunned...I have OVER 2,000 pictures on my computer waiting to be burned to a disk. It has already taken me 7 disks to burn 1,000 of those pictures!! Not to mention how long it has taken me to burn those disks!!) He got some really cool pictures though. I wasn't able to sign up for a permanent position this year, because of my work schedule, so I ended up being a "floater." I helped out wherever they needed me. I ended up working as the sound booth operator for the elementary age teacher. I had a lot of fun! I think most of the enjoyment of the job came because of the sign on the sound board. (I already wrote about this...didn't I?)


I'm sure I could come up with more to write, seeing this is a really short and lame post...but I am babysitting my brothers and it's time for them to have another talk with Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.


I will try to post pictures tomorrow.

Shyloh's Travels

Most everyone who knows me knows that I have horrible directional skills. For example: I have to follow behind someone to get onto the freeway, I have to have verbal and written directions to get ANYWHERE, and I get lost when I am five minutes away from my own house. I have no idea how to get anywhere, except from a starting point of my home, so if I am to the east of my house and I need to get north east, I have to drive back to my road and head northeast from there. Anyways, our church is having their VBS this week and my bosses children are going as well as my siblings. Joslyn and I were talking about how silly it was for both of us to use gas up to drive the kids there, when we live two minutes away from each other. We decided to carpool and worked out a schedule for the week. Today was my day to drive all the kids to the church and then bring them home again. After I picked up all the kids (I had 7 children under the age of 10 with me! And I had NO help) I turned right out of Joslyn's driveway...don't ask why, since I've never even been down that side of the road. Think about it: the freeway, my house, and everything else is LEFT. Why on earth did I turn right? Anyways, I kept driving and driving and driving and driving and driving and...you get the point. I was in FIVE different cities this morning: Ceres, Empire, Hughson, Waterford, and back to Ceres. (Maybe not in that order, I don't remember, roads started looking the same after twenty minutes.) I finally decided to pull over and call my dad (there was NO way I was going to call my mom and tell her I was lost.) Well, guess what? My dad wasn't feeling good this morning, so he called in sick and didn't go to work. So...guess who answered his phone? Yea, my mom. It's really embarrassing to tell my mom that I am majorly lost and I need help. I found out that I was the polar opposite direction of the church, and we were going to be really late. At one point when we were pulled over Bennett (the 10 year old) unbuckled and jumped out of the car and said, "I'm hitchhiking from here, Shyloh." ("Get back in the van and buckle up, Bennett!") The kids were upset with me, because they heard my mom say: "You are going to be sooo late." (She was on speakerphone.) She gave me new directions and we headed back out. The kids were getting antsy and I was feeling sick. (I hate to be late for anything.) I was looking at the clock: 8:48 and I was irritated, because the kids had to be signed in at 8:45. I finally made it to the freeway (and not how my mom told me by the way!) and we were at church at 9:10. How that happened, I have no clue. I've never gotten to church quicker than I did this morning, I think God gave the van wings. By the time we got there, I was ready to go curl up and cry. I brought all seven of the kids in and the VBS "runners" (they sign the late kids in) came running up. While I signed the kids in, they dropped them off in their classes. They made it into the auditorium during the 1st song!! That is amazing. After all the kids were signed in, I was talking with Esther and Mandy. I told them how my morning went, then asked for a hug. They both sympathized with me, gave me a hug, and then Mandy said, "Shyloh, I need to tell you something. You look so good today! That shirt is so pretty on you! And your eyes sparkle when you smile! I just thought that you needed to hear that today!" I slammed a Rock Star while I quit feeling sorry for myself, then was ready to go serve. (I was the sound booth operator today, which was a lot of fun, because I wasn't supposed to be working the sound booth because I've never been "trained." There was a big sign on the sound booth that read: If you haven't been trained as a sound booth operator, please don't mess with anything. Hopefully I didn't mess anything up to badly!) Anyways, picking up the kids went much better than the signing them all in!! The ride home went well, I didn't get lost even once!! When we got back to Joslyn's, I jumped out of the van and ran to tell Joslyn how the morning went, before her kids tweaked the story to sound better. She started laughing and said, "I was wondering why you turned right, I didn't know what you were doing." (Gee, thanks, Joslyn!! You could have called!) Tomorrow is going to go much better!! I am not getting lost again. As Joslyn said today, "You learn from your mistakes, you will never turn right again!"

Energy Drinks

Who knew there were so many energy drinks out there?!? Believe it or not this slide show doesn't even have pictures of ALL the different energy drinks there are! (I left a lot of pictures out to maintain my 'G' rated blog!) I think the Mario Brother can is the cutest, I want to support them!! I had planned on giving a review of each energy drink, but since I haven't even tasted most of these and it would take WAAAAYYYY to long, I'll just give you a brief overall review: The original Rock Stars and the green Amp are my favorites. The orange BooKoo is also yummy. A lot of energy drink brands make me feel really really sick (I feel like what a diabetic would feel like on a high or a low). The three I just listed don't make me sick, though. I was also going to mix the pictures up a bit, but my computer is acting really slow and it's starting to fry. I didn't change the color on any of the cans, so if the same can shows up fifteen times, it means that there are seriously fifteen different flavors of that drink. I have no repeating pictures in this slide.


*NOTE...I want to clarify...Just because I post on energy drinks and just because I like energy drinks, I want all my readers (and their moms!) to know that I am NOT encouraging any of you to drink them!! Bad thing to start!

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The Sunscreeen Hoax

On Friday we went to the lagoon again. I've recently decided that I no longer believe in the *powers of sunblock,* and have refused to use any suntan lotion or sunblock since, instead I use coconut oil (which if used often works as well as sunblock and smells delicious!). My mom feels pretty much the same way I do about sun block and sunscreen and will only use it on rare occasion. Anyways, when we got to the lagoon my mom slathered all my siblings in coconut, and advised me to do the same. I told her I would in a few minutes, but ended up falling asleep. After I woke up, I quickly rubbed some coconut onto my shoulders, face and chest then I went and sat in the water. I was still really tired from the movie the night before, and I didn't really do much swimming. I just sat in a chair in the water dozing on and off. My mom kept telling me to get more coconut on, but I insisted that my back would be fine (because it wasn't facing the sun) and I had already rubbed some on my front half. I only used the coconut once throughout the day. When I went to shower off before I left, I realized with disappointment that I was pretty red. By the time I got home, I was very disappointed, because I was tender from even having my shirt rub on my burn. By the time I went to bed...I was miserable. Here it is, three days later and I am still red and it still hurts!

(I did some researching on sunscreen, and here is some of what I read. I got my information from several different web sites.)

**The idea that sunscreen prevents cancer is a myth. It's a myth promoted by a profit-seeking tag-team effort between the cancer industry and the sunscreen industry. The sunscreen industry makes money by selling lotion products that actually contain cancer-causing chemicals. It then donates a portion of that money to the cancer industry through non-profit groups like the American Cancer Society which, in turn, run heart-breaking public service ads urging people to use sunscreen to "prevent cancer."

The scientific evidence, however, shows quite clearly that sunscreen actually promotes cancer by blocking the body's absorption of ultraviolet radiation, which produces vitamin D in the skin. Vitamin D, as recent studies have shown, prevents up to 77 of ALL cancers in women (breast cancer, colon cancer, cervical cancer, lung cancer, brain tumors, multiple myeloma... you name it). Meanwhile, the toxic chemical ingredients used in most sunscreen products are actually carcinogenic and have never been safety tested or safety approved by the FDA. They get absorbed right through the skin (a porous organ that absorbs most substances it comes into contact with) and enter the bloodstream.

The benefits of sunscreen are a myth. Proponents say sunscreen prevents sunburn, but in fact, the real cause of sunburn is not merely UV exposure: It is a lack of antioxidant nutrition. Start eating lots of berries and microalgae (spirulina, astaxanthin, blue-green algae, etc.), and you'll build up an internal sunscreen that will protect your skin from sunburn from the inside out. Sunburn is actually caused by nutritional deficiencies that leave the skin vulnerable to DNA mutations from radiation, but if you boost your nutrition and protect your nervous system with plant-based nutrients, you'll be naturally resistant to sunburn. The same nutrients, by the way, also protect the optic nerve and eyes from radiation damage. That's why the consumption of berries and carrots, for example, has historically been associated with healthy eye function. (The same nutrients that protect the eyes also protect the skin.)

Think about it. Our ancestors did not have indoor lighting; they exposed their skin to the sun regularly. They didn't run and hide from the sun, they used it as nourishment to generate a crucial vitamin that supports human health in a multitude of ways. The idea that "the sun is bad for you" makes about as much sense as "water is bad for you" or "the Earth is flat." This persistent myth was invented, marketed and publicized by an industry that profits from a gullible public believing demonstrable falsehoods.

If sunlight is so dangerous, then why is virtually every living creature on planet Earth dependent on sunlight for survival? Plants use sunlight to generate their nutrition, too, and most animals eat either plants or other animals that originally ate plants. Nearly all life on planet Earth is powered by sunlight. Why does the cancer industry believe sunlight causes death when, in reality, sunlight delivers life?


The more people use sunscreen products, the more they'll get cancer. And that's due to two primary reasons: 1) Sunscreen blocks vitamin D production, a nutrient that strongly prevents cancer, and 2) Sunscreen products almost always contain cancer-causing chemicals that are absorbed through the skin and enter the bloodstream where they cause severe DNA damage, leading to cancer.


Sunlight is good for you, and sunscreen is a hoax.

The Dark Knight

Last night was the midnight showing of "The Dark Knight." My dad and I left our house at about 10:00. We went to the gas station and bought two Rock Stars and two sodas, before we headed to the theater. The line to get inside the theater was insane!! It wrapped all the way around the theater--thank goodness we redeemed our tickets a few days ago, otherwise we would have had to wait in the ticket line also. My dad slammed his Rock Star while we waited in line. (Might I add...my dad and I were the only "normal" people waiting in line!! The line consisted of teenagers who were either drunk, potty mouths, smoking, or waaaayyyy to into the movie. There is no reason an 18 year old should have his face painted as the movie character, and there is also no reason to be dressed in a full Batman
(or joker) costume...that it taking it to an extreme that isn't even funny!) We were dreading where we would get stuck sitting, but were very grateful when we found out that our friends were saving us seats...good seats too!! (Front row seats!...but not the very lowest front seats.) For as long as the line was, it moved along very quickly. It only took us about 15 minutes to get inside the theater. We bought our popcorn and went to sit down. We watched stupid previews and listened to all the freaky teenagers yelling at each other for an hour. The movie was supposed to start at 12:01 (yes, I did mean 12:01!) but it didn't actually start until nearly 12:30. My dad was all amped up on his Rock Star, and at one point he started "booing"...trying to get the theater to start the movie. I was telling my mom this morning, I don't know what I enjoyed more, the movie...or my dad and his BFF, Art. They are so funny together! They are like two peas in a pod. They both have the same sense of humor and are very dry, so they understand each other and never get offended when one says something offensively funny. (Does that make sense?!?) Anyways, after a long time of waiting and watching bad and/or lame previews the movie finally started. This is the best movie I have seen in a long, long, long time!! For you Batman fans, (which I don't know if any of my blog readers even like Batman, but for my sake...pretend you do!) The Dark Knight is better than Batman Begins! (Sequels are NEVER better than the first, so this was a amazing movie!) It was written perfectly, and the acting was insanely good. It had just enough humor in it to keep the crowd chuckling--but no belly laughs. The joker was my favorite actor. He did such a good job, and he had a really hard role. In all: it was entertaining, humorous, and pretty clean. It was pretty violent, but didn't show much blood and there were only a few bad words in it. Let's put it this way...I usually fall asleep every time we go to a theater (for some portion of the movie...no matter how entertaining it is), I didn't fall asleep once during this movie, I didn't even struggle to stay awake. The Dark Knight has become my new favorite movie; my dad and I are already planning to go watch it again, and we NEVER see a movie twice in the theaters! Five stars for this movie!

Happy Day in the Ney House!!

It's been an exciting day in the Ney house today!! We bred our bunny almost a month ago, and a bunnies pregnancy usually only lasts 28 days. We've been studying our bunny since we bred her, and we've all been worried that maybe she was too young to breed or maybe she's "broken," as we noticed that she didn't grow any bigger in size. Day 28 came and went (it was last Saturday) and we were all very disappointed. Well, yesterday morning I was outside with Shelbie and I was whining (something I'm pretty good at) about having a broken bunny. I kept saying, "Just throw them in the same cage for a while, let's try it again." Shelbie kept saying no, and wouldn't do it. I finally came inside and asked my mom if I could put the female bunny in the male's cage. My mom said, "No, let's wait a while." (She was already hesitant, because we couldn't help but think that the bunny might be too young. But, she also wanted to wait until the entire family could watch...yea, it's weird what we choose to watch for entertainment. Next time I drop the line: "This is a rated "G" house!" on anyone, remind me that my entire family gathers around to watch our bunnies mate.) I was pretty irritated with the whole situation, but figured we'd try again soon. Last night Shelbie came inside and said that the bunny was pulling out her chest fur (bunnies pull out their chest fur to make a nest for their babies). We all were excited and thought, "Well, maybe she's just overdue." (Well, almost all of us. Pessimistic me thought, "Oh, not only is she broken...she's also rabid and in her rabidness she's ripping out her fur." Where did I come from?!? There's gotta be something wrong with me!) This morning we got up and my mom asked me to go out to the Farm area and do something. I headed out and while I was in the area, I noticed how much fur was in the bunny's nesting box. I was shocked and walked over to see if her chest was bald (which, by the way...it isn't. It's still very furry) and as I peeked into her cage, I noticed a few little pink bodies rolling around in her fur. I was so excited and I ran inside to get the rest of the kids. (Yay, we don't have a "broken bunny!") We all went out and oohed and ahhed over the babies. We think we have five of them, though we can't actually dig around to count them yet. We've been told to not touch the babies until they are 12-14 days old, otherwise the mommy bunny will smell us humans and will freak out and kill them, thinking its for their own "good." (I called a friend this morning to tell the good news. And I was told to "NOT TOUCH THEM!!" I said, "Yea, I've heard the mom bunny will kill them if she smells a human on them." But...not only will the mom kill them, but also eat them. "Yea, we had some baby bunnies once and we were all so excited that we held them and petted them all...the next day half of them were missing. Yea, the kids were traumatized." ...ya think?!) I was pondering this conversations throughout the day, and I realized that I think God made them ugly as newborns for their own good. I really have no desire to touch one right now, they look like little rats. But in a few weeks, when I will want to hold them, they will be adorable! I didn't take any pictures to post, because they are really unsightly, but as they get bigger and cuter I will post a picture. We have for sure three dwarf bunnies, and two black belt bunnies. The black belt bunnies will get us more money (we are going to sell them when they get older, and breed the mom again). Now, my family is razzing me about my inconsiterativeness (is that a word?!). My mom keeps saying, "Poor Pandy, (the mom bunny's name) she was hours away from popping and you wanted to throw her in Pepper's cage. Shame on you!" (Yea...not one of my brighter moments in life!...I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer.) This situation just proves my mom's theory for human pregnancies: "Not every apple ripens at the same time." I'll post pictures of them soon!

(These are not our bunnies.) The black and white bunnies are Black Belts, I don't know what the other litter bunnies are, and the long floppy eared bunny is also not a black belt, again, I don't know what it is. Thank goodness they get cuter!!

Photo Shoot

A few days ago my mom asked me if I could get around to taking pictures of my siblings for our living room wall sometime soon. We finally got around to it today. This morning my mom had all my brothers and sisters doll up for photos. I charged my camera battery and we headed outside. We spent 1 1/2 hours outside taking pictures. Nobody was very cooperative!! Lolly was being very cheesy and got bored really quickly, and all the rest of the kidos couldn't smile a "real" smile. After we had been taking pictures for about an hour or so, Ricky and Lucy crashed our photo shoot. I'm not entirely sure how they got out of their pen, but they were all over the place once they were free!! They kept trying to jump up on the bench the kids were posing on, trying to sit in our laps and doing their "happy dance" on our patio. They were totally in our way! We only spent a few more minutes taking pictures before going inside.

When God Writes Your Love Story

There are few books out there that are such a favorite of mine that I actually buy them and read them over and over and over and over again. "When God Writes Your Love Story," by Eric and Leslie Ludy, is one of my all time favorite books. (All of the Ludy books are wonderful, I highly reccomend them.)


Anyways, I wanted to blog a few quotes from the book:





Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the "rests." They are not to be slurred over, not to be ommited, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, "There is no music in a 'rest,'" let us not forget "there is the making of music in it." The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson!!
~Ruskin


But if a woman is aspiring to become a princess of purity, she must wait patiently for a Christlike knight. And though this kind of man is rare, God is raising up men after His own heart. And that kind of man is worth waiting for.




If our hopes are being disappointed just now, it means that they are being purified. There is nothing noble the human mind has ever hoped for or dreamed of that will not be fulfilled. One of the greatest strains in life is the strain of waiting for God.
~Oswald Chambers


(This quote is actually from Josh Harris's "I kissed dating goodbye" but it's still a favorite quote of mine)

"The guy or girl you will one day marry doesn't need a girlfriend or boyfriend (even though he or she may want one now). What that person really needs is someone mature enough to spend the season before marriage preparing to be a godly wife or husband."
~Joshua Harris

(When annoying people ask me if I have a boyfriend, I like to respond with: "No, I don't need a boyfriend, what I need is someone who is mature enough to spend the season before marriage preparing to be a godly husband." It really shuts them up, and usually the question isn't asked twice!!)