Secret Santa

So kids, I've started this post about 6 times already. Each time, I start adding pictures, making it pretty, and I realize that I've just made public someone's Christmas gift, be it my co-workers, friends, family. You name it. Well, that won't work.

Pretty much all I've been doing lately is making presents. Constantly. Mostly at work. Sometimes, I find myself making something, and I realize I haven't even picked a person to give it to yet!! Not that that's a bad thing. The more the merrier! What I'm really excited about it that, this year, I've pledged to give only things that are handmade.

That's right.  Now you can't say you don't like my gift, because you'll crush my inner child. And you don't want that on your conscience. It's been really fun, and challenging, to try and think of appropriate gifts for everyone. Some of them have been shockingly inexpensive ( the least expensive were about 8 cents each, because I am a hoarder and only had to spend $1 in materials for 12 gifts) which means I can splurge in some other places (I tremble in fear of the mailing costs for sending my niece's gift...) 

But let me share with you my deepest, darkest holiday secret...

I am terrible at keeping secrets. 

Really, truly terrible. I mean, it's taken me how many times to not blow my own cover, ON MY BLOG, let alone just letting it slip in conversation.

So, dear readers, I can safely say that, until the holiday season is over, my crafting posts will most likely me kept to a minimum.

Instead, I plan to thrill you with pictures of breathtaking scenery, musings on the transitory nature of the seasons, delectable culinary creations, and, of course, ridiculous animal pictures. Ok, mostly ridiculous animal pictures.

To start off, let's see what happens when Sarah hits the sale racks at PetsMart.

This is the face of unmitigated hatred. And resignation.

Sebastian is a normally easy-going cat, who loves to be rough handled. Apparently, he does not enjoy being dressed up like a court jester. Intriguing.

Secondly, we've come again to the time of year where Boo Boo the Angora Bunny needs a trim. Like whoa. Boo pretty much ran wild in the basement, and unfortunately the basement had a lot of room in which to run. He's not really hot on sitting around for long periods to be brushed (petted, yes) and he especially hates having his hind quarters touched in any way. So he was unbelievably matted, and I've been meaning to trim him forever. But sometimes, I end up with a bunny looking like this. 

For the love of God.

Like I said, he doesn't like his rear to be touched. Halfway through his trim, he took off like, well, a rabbit. Eventually, I caught him and got most of it done, but let this be a lesson to you. I'm not exactly sure what lesson that is, but learn it well!

Have a good start to your week guys!

~Sarah 

A Farewell

I think everyone who knows me knows by now that one of my boy cats, Mr. Darcy, was diagnosed with advanced feline leukemia this Monday, after an emergency visit to the vet on Sunday. Darcy, at only 5, had a short, but extremely fulfilling, history with me.

Darcy had been rescued after someone got him at a flea market in Ohio and dumped him at one of my very best friend's houses (who was not equiped to care for a cat.) He rode home with me, in a Goodwill basket, and was cooed over at the McDonald's drive-thru, where we stopped for some chicken nuggets (for him and me!)

 He was a tiny, tiny boy. And loved the sink even as a baby.

He was precious.

If not sometimes spastic :-)

He grew up to be a precious teenage kitty too, filed permanently under "Adorable."

When Sebastian was introduced into the fold, he tried hard to mommy him as much as possible (sometimes against Sebastian's will.)

But he was a good mum.

He grew up shy, but had intense moments of cute and cuddly that were almost enough to stop your heart.

 You could find him in the oddest places. Even ones that didn't look big enough to squeeze into.

 And definitely in your laundry.

He loved nothing more than a good headbutt, which is probably what I will miss the most.

 Right along with the fact that the end of his tail was kinked, and always looked dirty since he had odd black fur that grew only there.

And sometimes he was just downright sweet.

Today, we spent a wonderful morning snuggling, he had a tuna snack, and then he went peacefully, with his head in my hand.

I could never ask for a better friend. You will be missed.

 

Bun Fun

So, besides Halloween being awesome, not much happening around here!

Did some cooking last night. Made almond fried chicken and mashed cauliflower (which I'm really excited to have for dinner tonight!)

I've been trying to plot out Christmas presents for friends and close family, without breaking the bank, or buying a bunch of junk, which is surprisingly hard to do! Unfortunately, I can't be specific about it since they all read my blog ;-)

And finally, back to the topic of the title: my ridiculous rabbit. Boo Boo is an indoor bunny, but he's definitely a house bunny (or more specifically, a room bunny.) He stays in his cage while I'm not home, but whenever I'm in my room I let him roam freely. One interesting thing about rabbits is that they're actually very potty trainable, which shocked me. Boo loves the cats' litter box, making a beeline for it whenever I let him out, and I don't discourage him at all! He has one in his cage too, but he seems to like the cats' better. Just for your amusement, here's a video of him going CRAZY digging (to where?)

I also have the sparkliest nails ever. Pretty much in love with them.

Hope you all have a good start to your November!
~Sarah