It's Jill's anticipated review of Juno

Okay, I know everyone is waiting with baited breath for my review of Juno.

Drum roll please......

I give it three thumps (five being the total of bunny thumps a movie can recieve).

I was partly annoyed with the high school students (and probably jr hi kids) in the audience. It's not a movie for teenagers. The message and story is much deeper than I think a HS student would appreciate.

The students rolled in laughter at any blantant joke. It was annoying. Of course, they missed the jokes which were clever and cynical.

Did I mention I had to "shush" the kids three times. Ug. If John were with me, he would have used his teacher superpower and shut them right up. Boy, is it great being married to a teacher.

Anyway, back to the movie. Ellen Page was great but I think the movie wasn't sure who they wanted to appeal to in the writing. There was some humor that I'd call potty-humor but it wasn't really potty humor...but you get my drift. It wasn't sharp and funny humor. Rather it was stupid humor. That didn't jive well with the emotional tug the story held.

Overall, I enjoyed it but I wouldn't recommended it to the masses.
Have I metioned how much I miss the consistency of the witty humored Gilmore Girls? Where's Loralei and Luke when I need them?!

Until next week, this balcony is closed....I mean, I am signing off.

Good night!

Sir Phillip

He needs to be represented as well.

Post-Thumpmas Happiness

Jill and I have returned home from our sojourn into Arizona where we are plenty of food, shocked each other routinely (due to the low humidity), and met with much of her family. Now upon our six plus hour trek home, it's time to flop like a bunch of lop eared rabbits. Of course we had to let out the Happy Couple (Phillip and Jane) as well as the Little Girls (Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane). Alas, poor Cherry Bugg will not be out until tomorrow. But we gave her extra hay so that counts. I'd also like to thank one of the UOMEs who helped feed the long eared rascals while we were away. I was told that they even let him pet them. Wow.

Time to make the phone re-charge and to give RBF a shot. Poor girl.

By the way if you go to Google and type 'Thumpmas,' there we are! Yes, you can just taste the excitement.

Do They Know It's Thumpmas?

Over two thousand yaers ago, the pregnant Mary and her husband Joseph struggled to find a place to stay as she was nearing birth and every innkeeper said there was no room. So they found a stable and gave birth to the infant Jesus there. Not only did shepherds and "wise men" show up from far distances, so also did animals. Sheep, goats, camels, and dogs were many of the animals that were invited to attend.

Alas, rabbits were not invited. It was later discovered that their invitation was lost and this could only be told to them by St. Francis who could speak to the animals. This, however, was over 1,000 yaers too late. The rabbits were not amused. So they created their own holiday: Thumpmas. This commemorates the inability of the messengers of the time to spread the Word to the rabbits. Thus on that specific day of the yaer when all other men and creatures celebrate Christmas as the birth of our Lord and Saviour, rabbits celebrate Thumpmas in which they thump every twenty minutes to signify their frustration in not being invited to the Great Birth.

Nowadays some manger scenes have added rabbits to the Nativity but that is just revisionist history. We know the real truth.

Cherry Bugg, Princess Jane, Phillip, Root Beer Float, and Ruby Jane will be celebrating Thumpmas this December 25th. Will you?

Things that make Christmas rock......

Okay, I preface this by saying that "Jesus is the reason for the season", and such....and yes, I appreciate Christmas for the real meaning but I want to talk about what make commercial Christmas rock.

First, only at Christmas time am I able to talk John into trekking with me to the mall. All other times of the year, the mall is off limits. This includes stand alone stores too. But at Christmas, he'll just shrug, and say "okay". This morning we were in Target getting our living Christmas tree (for the record, getting a living tree took us three days to acquire. that's another story for another day). When we pulled into the parking lot, I knew that the store was going to be wild. John, on the other hand, has very little to compare it to so he didn't seem bothered. Once inside, we were disappointed with the selection but a sad, lonely tree called out to us and wanted to come home with us. So he did. Meanwhile, I knew I needed a few other things (you know how Target can be....)....and lo and behold, John did not wince when I told him that I needed a couple of things from inside the store. Unbelievable. That's one reason Christmas rocks. John doesn't get annoyed while shopping. Yippee!

Second, only at Christmas time can you pull out glitter, gold, and silver. Slap it around the house, and you get compliments. When would you ever have cheap looking gold glitter adorn your front door? Never. That's reason # 2 that Christmas rocks.


I am sure I come up with other reasons but for the time being, I'll leave it at that. We'll post Christmas pics of our tree soon. Yippee x two!

Inside outside...

Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane have made quite the living of either flopping in their outdoor cage or flopping on the tile floor in the den. Wait -- as I turn to look at them -- it's time to clean their paws.

RBF is still getting shots every other day to deal with her snuffles. I think it's getting better. She doesn't sneeze nearly as much and she has even more spunk and tenacity than ever before.

So if you go get a rabbit, make sure you get two. Fluffy thumpers need company.

Thumpsgiving!

It's the time of the year where all rabbits convene and talk about what they are thumpful. Some rabbits like Jane are thumpful because they do not have enough free time or are seemingly surrounded by petty proletarian rabbits. Phillip is thumpful because he does not get to spend enough time with the other pretty female rabbits. And he is thumpful of the hose. Cherry Bugg is thumpful for being hungry, not being petted behind the ears (just right), and living in the same back yard as two young giggling female rabbits. Root Beer Float is thumpful because her sneezing makes her whiskers messy. However, she is appreciative of the medication we give her. And as for Ruby Jane, she's thumpful for being touched, not being fed, and sometimes for just talking to her. So in total, the bunnies are thumpful for many things.
Hopefully Jill is not too thumpful with me.

More Bunny Photos

Some more bunny photos!

Jury Duty

THUMP. With just a few minutes left of my one day/one trial service, I was called into a jury panel. THUMP.

Other than that the only other highlight of the day was sternly telling the man booming on the cell phone next to me to shut the heck up. I received rave reviews from the peanut gallery. Sometimes the Mr. Erb comes out in me.

Tonight both Jane and Cherry Bugg sat on my lap while watching TV. Nothing better than bunny TV time.