Jamie's Rabbits

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.108: Oscar Edition

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 18:05:00 +0000

Each week or so I post a readable or watchable and/or a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens after my recommendation. Ignore, embrace, debate. Earlier volumes of The Rabbit Recommends can be found here.

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{illustrations by Derek Eads}

The Oscars begin in just a few hours and I'm giddy as get-out. I've always fancied red carpets and couture gowns and celebrities who lose in public.

Tonight, I'm particularly excited because an Alabama native, Octavia Spencer, will hopefully win a Best Supporting Actress trophy for her role as Minnie in The Help. This Montgomery native and Auburn alum deserves it. I promise to tweet "War Eagle" if she wins.

As for the Best Picture nominees, I'm a tad disappointed because only about half of the 9 flew up my skirt and I outright disliked a couple.

Here's my grade and brief take on each film for future DVD rental purposes:

1. The Help: A- I thought it was well-acted and moved at a good pace. The quiet moments were rich and the plot drew you in. However, as a reader of the book, it fell a little short of the glory found in the pages.

2. Moneyball: A I don't even like baseball and I adored this film. I'm a sucker for an "inspired-by-true-events" and Brad Pitt was at his best. And I'm not just saying that because he's pretty.

3. The Descendants: A- I'd like to post a disclaimer. I watched this after just having returned from Hawaii, the setting of this film. George Clooney is the most beautiful person on the planet and I like every single job he's had - including his stint on Roseanne. That being said, this movie was touching, witty, and smart. A combo that's a rare gem.

4. Tree of Life: C- Visually? Stunning. Brad Pitt and Jessica Chastain? Moving. Plot? I'm not sure I even know what happened.

5. Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close: B I adored this novel as well by Jonathan Safran Foer and wanted to love this film. I mean, it's Tom Hanks. But as imagined, he's not in it very long and the weight of the movie rests on the shoulders of Thomas Horn. He seems like a great kid, but his acting is what affected the grade. He just didn't communicate the grief so crucial to the plot.

6. The Artist: B- Beautiful cinematography and so gracefully nuanced that I was paying close attention. I was genuinely attached to George and Peppy throughout the film. But I learned this about myself: Jamie likes sound.

7. War Horse: A It was so good, I cried. Twice. For someone who doesn't think animals go to heaven, that should be reason enough to add it to your queue.

8. Midnight in Paris D I know some of you rabbit readers have already mentioned how much you loved this film. I wanted to love it. I watched it once on a plane and then gave it another shot on DVD thinking my dislike was fueled by altitude. However, even at sea level, it was not enjoyable.

9. Hugo A- An orphan working on a robot in France in the 1930's? It was fabulous. Another tear-jerker. Minus points because it was in 3-D. Those glasses are ridiculous.

Note: If I was a member of the Academy, I would have voted for Moneyball.

Disagree with my assessments? Did you see any of the nominees? What film should have been nominated?

The Post About A Baptist in the Land of Lent

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 00:02:00 +0000

#1. I grew up in the Baptist church.

#2. Because of #1, there are some inalienable truths about me.

#3. Some of those truths:
   a. I know the words to most classic hymns, minus the 3rd verses.
   b. I think eating while studying the Bible makes it easier to understand.
   c. I don't manage the conga line at weddings as well as my Catholic friends.
   d. I own 17 copies of the Bible.
   e. I believe God's presence to be the strongest on the last 2 pews.

One thing I never knew much about was Lent. Here's one description of this special season:

The 40 days of Lent that lead to Easter are the most sacred and spiritually powerful in the Christian calendar. From the Ash Wednesday reminder to "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return," to the the Stations of the Cross on Good Friday, to the joyful Easter song of "Christ the Lord Is Risen Today" -- Lent is a time when Christians are invited to examine our faith, and deepen the commitment to live the Christian life.

For the last 10 years, I've embraced this chance to reflect and take stock of my faith. Last year, Lent was one of the most fascinating times of fasting as I turned off the TV for 46 days.

I was changed by it. For the better.

This year, I researched and asked God to show me what He might have me break up with until Easter.

His clear response was "Everything."

Umm...

God reminded me how distracted I get. I, in turn, reminded Him of my ADD diagnosis. He countered with various scriptures about loving Him because of my weaknesses.

That awkward conversation led to a discovery this Seasons of Lent Guide from The Village Church. (pdf)

This guide suggests a fast for each week based on the noise in our lives.
Week 1: Food
Week 2: Television and Movies
Week 3: Social Networking and Internet
Week 4: Caffeine and Sweets
Week 5: Radio and Music
Week 6: Shopping for Non-Essentials
Week 7: Sleep
Note: The guide encourages you not to make Weeks 1 & 7 absolute fasts.

That's where I begin tomorrow. I plan to post weekly about my journey into this clutter-free wilderness.

We shall see.

A couple of other great resources for Lent (and if you start a little late, don't fret!)

40 Ideas for Lent by Rachel Held Evans
Lent at Home by Kristen at This Classical Life

Do you practice Lent? What are you fasting? Have you fasted in the past? Tell me everything.

{image: Jamie}

The Post About Random Rabbits

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 21:29:00 +0000

I know.

Don't even say it.

I'm avoiding you.

It's not that I haven't thought of you. It's not that I haven't wanted to write a post. It's not that I haven't chased rabbits out loud alone in my living room while watching New Girl.

I have.

Let's see if I can share with you some of the things that have kept me from you.

1. Shopping for postcards. I offered to send you, the Rabbit Reader, a postcard via the old-fashioned US Postal Service and you responded kindly. Those go out this weekend. It's not too late to get your home sweet home included - just comment on this post.

2. The Walking Dead mid-season premiere. These were dessert. Yes, they are red velvet inside. Just like Aunt Fern would like. If you are not watching this show, please consider this your personal invitation. Season 1 is on Netflix. Don't let the zombies distract you - it's really about relationships. IT'S SO GOOD.

If you ARE watching - how crazy great was that bar scene last week?

3. My Job. Work has been side-hugging me HARD this week. But when kids find forever families and moms or dads are able to be better parents, you cannot complain about longer hours. Part of this month was spent cooped up in retreat scheming how to better help Alabama families. This view was a motivator.

4. Valentine's Day. This year I made almost 200 cake pops ordered by friends from east to west. Thank you for supporting the "JamieWantsaNewCameraBody" miracle fund.

5. Girl Scout Cookies. Have we been tricked? This method of supply and demand - availability only once a year - has sung a siren's song over us and we are following wherever those little ladies lead.

Note: Two of the above boxes are no longer in existence. Unless you count their new home on my thighs.

6. Downton Abbey. You're watching this right? It's the Days of Our Lives of the early 1900's. Playing the roles of Bo and Hope are Matthew and Mary. This is another show that can be enjoyed from the comfort of Netflix. I'm planning a little season finale shindig on Sunday night. These DA Paper Dolls from Vulture will be serving as place cards.

7. Blog Unsubscribing. Before 8:20pm last night, I subscribed to more than 200 blogs. After 8:20pm, I subscribed to 0. I don't know if it was a combination of one to ten Hershey's Kisses chased by expiring Almond Milk, but I wiped my Reader slate clean.

Feel free to share your blog address in the comments to be added to my new and improved Google Reader.

{images: Jamie}

The Post About Sending You A Postcard

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:21:00 +0000

I went to Arizona for the first time last year. Holy moly it's pretty.

But there aren't trees. Anywhere. And Jamie needs her shade.

This postcard found its way to my mailbox when Leanne Shirtliffe of Ironic Mom offered to write her readers a lil' note if they asked.

I asked.

Since February 7 is Send A Card To A Friend Day and since we are friends and since I told Leanne I would eventually steal this idea...

I want to send you a postcard.

If you would like to receive a bit of my handwriting from sweet home Alabama, then follow these 2 easy steps.

1.Write “yes” in your comment below and leave a word you'd like me to include in my note. My word for Leanne was "flustrated" which is my favorite malapropism. Say it out loud. Isn't it great?

2. Email or Direct Message me your mailing address: JamiesRabbits@gmail.com.

{images: Jamie}

The Post About Thank You and You're Welcome

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:15:00 +0000

Last week I invited you to a one-day Quasi-Wedding/Baby Shower to raise money for Children's Aid Society in Alabama. CAS advocates for children in great ways.

You RSVP'd in the loveliest way.

Thank you to following who gave of their wallets and/or valuable social media real estate to spread the word.

Katy McCay: The McKay Family Adventures
Sarah McDonnell: Twitters
Knox McCoy: Knox McCoy
Robin Hill: Alabama Slacker Mama
Erin Moon: Twitters
Lindsay Goodall: Lindsay Goodall
Haley Bragg: Haley Bragg Designs
Micha McCallum: Cookin Mimi
Jenn Fox: Twitters
Katherine Hilton: Grass Stains
Molly Graham: Twitters
Melanie Erickson: A Day In The Life of Melly
Ruth Tinsley: Bogue and Weejer
Jaklyn Larsen: Life As I Pretend To Know It
Beth Bryan: Unskinny Boppy
Andi Cumbo: Andi Lit
Roger Spires: Twitters
Julie Shreve: The Esau Project
Jennifer Hudson: A Thousand Tongues
Keri Flowers: Journeys
Dena Griswold: Twitters
Keith Golden
Kevin Callway
Terra Mortensen
Allison Peatross
Jill Sexton
Julie Scoggins
Denise Buxton
Charles & Jan Golden

FYI: 11 of these DON'T EVEN LIVE IN ALABAMA.

Learning moment: I directly messaged 23 of my closest friends and family members and asked them to make a donation. Three of them make an appearance on the above list.

That's why I fancy you all so much.

Friends are not just the people you bump into at the post office. Family are not just the folks you bump into at the reunion.

Rabbit hugs for all.

And you thought I forgot about the Roku, didn't you? I did.

Congrats Sitzes! You're welcome. Email me at jamiesrabbits@gmail.com to collect your bounty. HIMYM is...wait for it...

Rabbit's Foot-Note: Another giveaway starts this week. It's killer.

{image: Jamie}

The Post About Helping Me Change Kids' Lives. Seriously.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 06:00:00 +0000

So far, no one has been asked to buy me a wedding or baby gift. Much to my mom's dismay.

So how about a trade?

I joined the staffing team at Children's Aid in 2006 to plan events. Accepting that job was accepting a front row seat for heartache and high fives.

Heartache:

Approximately 300 foster kids in Alabama are waiting for a forever family. The average time in care is almost 3 years.
1 in 4 kids in Alabama live in poverty. Poverty can impede children’s ability to learn. It can also contribute to poor physical and mental health.
200 kids age out of foster care each year in Alabama. Over half of youth who age out will experience one or more episodes of homelessness, and nearly 30% will be incarcerated at some point.

High Fives:

CAS has seen more than 100 kids matched through adoption with forever families.
CAS served almost 10,000 individuals last year and assisted them in being part of healthy and safe families.
CAS is employing and training hundreds of youth who will likely age out of foster care. Through our work, they will have the life skills to overcome the odds.

Would you consider making a donation to CAS today in honor of Alabama Gives Day? Even if you're not from Alabama?

My goal is to raise $500 in 24 hours with my Quasi-Wedding/Baby Gift for Jamie Fundraiser.

Here's my giving page: http://algives.razoo.com/Jamie

What do you get? Tax deduction. Warm fuzzies. Plus, an old-fashioned postcard mailed from me to you. There will be doodles and cheerleader letters.

Thank you. Supporting CAS truly makes the difference in the lives of kids.

P.S. I wouldn't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do. I'm donor #1.

{image: Jamie}

The {Guest} Post About Having Kids vs. Not Having Kids

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:29:00 +0000

Today's guest rabbit stalker is Ricky Anderson of Ricky Anderson. Yeah, I can hear it. I bumped into Ricky on the internets through a circle of crazy people (see my Twitter feed) and we became friends. Friends who read each others' blogs. Friends who let each other win at Words With Friends. Yes Ricky, I'm letting you win every game...you're welcome. Ricky is funny...in my favorite way...quick and subtle wit. Enjoy and comment.

Oh, how we used to laugh.

My wife and I would pull up at a store or restaurant, and there we'd see it - the tall-tale minivan.

We'd park and start the timer while we watched.

Door open. Parent out. Sliding door open. Toys fall out. Parent curses and tosses toys back in. Parent unbuckles kid. Toy flies over parent's head. Parent turns red. Kid screams in parent's face. Parent drags kid to back of minivan and opens back hatch. Stroller falls out. Parent yelps in frustration. Kid continues screaming and starts kicking. Parent tries to unfold stroller. Parent tries to unfold stroller. Parent kicks stroller. Stroller unfolds parent. Parent stuffs gyrating squawkbox in stroller. Parent slams back hatch.

Time! 6 minutes, 14 seconds. We'd laugh as we got out and walked to the front door faster than the baby parade.

Fast-forward a few years, and now we've got our 5 month old son, Evan. Who's timing us?

Which got me to thinking about Having Kids vs. Not Having Kids...

Having Kids

Seeing your baby's smile first thing in the morning

Not Having Kids

Sleeping in past 5 AM.

Having Kids

You pack so many provisions for a 7 minute trek to Nanny's house that you look like you're about to embark on the Oregon Trail.

Not Having Kids

You can decide to go on vacation, book a flight, pack and get to the airport, all in under 2 hours.

Having Kids

Seeing how much your baby loves you and completely relies on you.

Not Having Kids

Far less poop.

Having Kids

Creating a safe and nurturing environment for your baby to grow up in.

Not Having Kids

You can actually leave the house and see your friends.

Having Kids

Getting home from work and hearing your son squeal in delight just the sight of you.

What are some differences you've noticed between Having Kids and Not Having Kids?

Ricky Anderson writes stuff. Sometimes people read it. Sometimes he gets boring. That's when he has others write for him. He's on Twitter. He's currently a network administrator at an accounting firm, but he's open to being a movie star.

Jamie's note: Read his blog. Follow him on Twitter. I mean it.

Nathan Fillion loves Ricky. But in a cool dude way. Hopefully.

The Post You Write By Sharing Your Junk. The Good Kind.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 22:49:00 +0000

I've not been a very good blog reader.

If the unread posts in my Google Reader were actual rabbits, then it would be the episode of Hoarders that breaks Twitter.

My heart has been sitting at your blog's feet listening intently, but my ADD has been running in circles in your blog's backyard twitching and quoting lines from Clueless.

SO CHECK IT.

Please link up something in the comments you wrote in January that demands my attention and I will give it. It can be funny, moving, informative, or poetic.

And by "poetic" I mean it should rhyme.

{image: Jamie}

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.107

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

My affection for karaoke in my kitchen has led to a love of cover songs. There's something about a great artist paying homage to another great artist that makes me want to sing out loud like a not-so-great artist.

Here's 10 of my favorite covers.

1. The Civil Wars covering Disarm by The Smashing Pumpkins

2. Katy Perry covering Black and Gold by Sam Sparro

3.Lady Antebellum covering Learning to Fly by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

4. Brooke Fraser covering Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

5. Bon Iver covering I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time by Bonnie Raitt

6.Kelly Clarkson covering I Know You Won't by Carrie Underwood

7. James Blake covering Limit to Your Love by Feist

8. Eva Cassidy covering Fields of Gold by Sting

9. Vampire Weekend covering Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

10. Adele covering Love Song by The Cure

Bonus Rabbit: Sara Bareilles covering Single Ladies by Beyonce

What covers do you love?

I need to know so I can ignore the inclination to put money in savings and spend it on more music.

P.S. Did you enter the Roku giveaway? It ends tomorrow. I'm serious.

The Post About A Photo Every Day and 16 Apps To Help

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

I'm that annoying person who wants you to stop the car, the fork, or whatever you're doing so I can take a picture with my phone.

January 2012 has led to even more mobile photography aggression because of a Photo A Day Challenge created by Fat Mum Slim.

I like everything about it. I like:

1. Telling my story with pictures.

2. Being guided in each chapter of that story.

3. Snooping on other folks as they tell their stories.

I'm already being nosy with many of you (thanks for not blocking me) but I want us all to do it. ALL OF US.

So here's February.

You can share your pics on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, your blog, or simply send them directly to my inbox : jamiesrabbits@gmail.com.

I'm serious about prying on your life.

If you're using a smartphone to capture moments, might I suggest the following apps?

Camera+, Snapseed and PolyMagic are my favorites, but every one of my children gets quality attention.

Another way to go is simply snap the pic with your camera and call it a day. You'll have to spend all that free time hanging out with friends or sleeping in, but whatever.

Comments? Concerns? Suggestions for therapy topics?

The Post About TV Kids I Wouldn't Want To Parent

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

I'm fond of the TV show Parenthood.

I love Adam Braverman and Joel Graham and Mark Cyr. I love the premise and plot.

What I don't love is Haddie Braverman.

17-year-old daughter of Adam and Kristina.
Caught with drugs.
Whines.
Pocket dials her parents in the midst of having sex with her older boyfriend who used to be homeless.
Whines a lot.

I wouldn't want to parent Haddie. I would push her out of a moving minivan.

Here's 5 more TV kids I'm not interested in raising.

1. Candace Flynn, Phineas & Ferb

Obsessive, controlling, panicky, and paranoid. I'm pretty sure I was her carbon copy at 15. So, not good.

2. Stephanie Tanner, Full House

Jealous of one sister and annoying to the other. How rude, indeed. And those bangs. I can't help a girl who clearly can't help herself.

3. Scrappy Doo, Scooby-Doo

More like Scrappy Doo Doo. Acted tough as nails, but he's a faker. His uncle should have let him at 'em and then we would have been free from this irritating pup.

4. Henry Mills, Once Upon A Time

JUST LISTEN YOU STUBBORN FAIRYTALE PUNK. I wouldn't want to be Henry's mom, but I'd definitely want him as my lawyer. You know, if I ever needed it.

5. Harriet Brindle, Small Wonder

Nosy and hyperactive and solely focused on capturing the heart of a boy. Wait, that doesn't sound so bad when I type it out. Those are really adorable qualities.

Add to the list. Which TV kids would you not want in your custody?

P.S. Have you entered this month's Rabbit giveaway? It's a Roku. And unlike the above, you want it to live with you. Pinky swear.

The {Guest} Post About Rabbits And Their Lucky Feet

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

Today's guest rabbit chaser is Carl Carter from Carl's Lost & Found. I met Carl in real life at a blogger shindig in Birmingham and he immediately agreed to let me be his friend. No one can resist my ~~stalking~~ charms.

{image: just.Luc}

It’s not superstition. It’s simply physics, or biology, or something…

Pity the poor rabbit.

Not the effervescent Jamie who follows her bunny trails here, but the kind with fur and long ears. People kill them, cut off their feet, dye them, add cheap chains and sell them for $2.

For the moment, let's ignore the fact that the rabbit actually had four “lucky” feet. Cultures all over the world respect the rabbit’s foot, but they have rules. In North America, it’s believed to have grown out of the African-American hoodoo tradition. In that case, it had to be a left rear foot, killed or captured in a graveyard, preferably under a full moon and shot with a silver bullet.

We all have our own ways of controlling the universe. Tim Tebow's PDR (public displays of religion) have called attention to our habit of praying for a win. Last year, during the NFL playoffs, someone posted: "The Texans have had so many challenges this season. Please pray that God will give them a win on Sunday." He didn't give them that win. Having thousands praying on both sidelines must put God in a terribly awkward position.

Leaving issues of faith aside, it still comes down to engaging in some behavior to control some part of the universe.

We pick up a penny if it’s face up and leave it behind if it’s face down. Even the penny tradition can get complicated. At Texas A&M, students on their way to an exam will stop by the statue of former Governor Sul Ross, a former school president. Supposedly, ol’ Sul had always been willing to help out a student, but he would never accept more than a penny for his trouble. So the idea must be Ross is helping turn their wrong answers into right ones.

The real luck may belong to the person who comes along next October 20 and picks up those pennies. The Aggies play LSU that day. Welcome to the SEC.

I’m not immune to this human need to control the universe. In my case, it all started when I was a kid at the railroad tracks in Woodlawn, Alabama. Everyone pretty much accepted you shouldn’t be touching anything with your hands or feet when your car crossed the tracks. Whenever we approached the crossing, we raised our hands and lifted our feet off the floorboard. It's an impressive feat when driving a straight shift.

But most of my superstitions developed independently over time. As noted in a recent post on my blog MediaGuyCarl.com - one of mine is watches. I own several. When I've had a bad day, it’s because the watch has run out of luck, so I try a different one the next day. I’ve been known to go home in the middle of a very bad day and change watches.

Another is a fear of turning 360 degrees. This only applies when walking or standing, and I’m very strict about it. When I shower and turn my back to rinse, I’m careful to turn back the same way. When I cut the grass, I make sure I alternate right and left turns. This one can get downright comical when I’ve got my two dogs on leashes and they start circling in opposite directions.

I’ll let somebody else figure out the complex psychological, biological and physical origins of these. For me, it’s just a matter of covering all the bases.

How do you cover the bases? Do you have any superstitions?

Carl Carter is a PR professional, media watcher, woodworker, grandpa, and pen turner. He loves good dogs, good beers and good burgers. Read his blog. Follow him on Twitter.

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.106 GIVEAWAY

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:56:00 +0000

Dave Ramsey, Suze Orman and the Holy Spirit combined their efforts to convince me to spend less money. On anything.

I evaluated my monthly expenses by carefully reviewing the Chick-Fil-A and Starbucks and Arby's receipts populating my handbag. The budget item of excess was clear.

Entertainment.

I asked mah internets how to make the cable bill bend to my will and the answer was "Roku."

Roku is a streaming player that connects to your TV and Wi-Fi network. Then, you can access existing subscriptions like Netflix, Amazon On Demand, HuluPlus, and more sassy channels.

I compared this device to Apple TV, Blu-ray players, gaming consoles, and other devices and the internet kept chanting "Roku."

So I canceled my cable and this lil' gadget moved in. I'm hooked.

CNET recently named Roku as one of the best gifts for under $50. Here's a 3-minute recap of highlights.

I love Roku and I want you to love it too, so I'm giving away a Roku LT ($49.99) to one lucky Rabbit reader.

How To Enter:
Leave a comment answering the following:

Name a must-see TV show.

**2 Extra Credit Entries**
Each of the following will give you 1 extra entry. Make sure to leave a separate comment for each, whether you're doing it for the first time or you've already been there, done that.

1. "Like" Jamie's Rabbits on Facebook.
2. Follow Jamie's Rabbits on Twitter.

Important Details: Open to anyone 18 or older in the US or Canada. Must enter before 11:59pm CST on Monday, January 30 to qualify. Winner will be chosen randomly using Research Randomizer and announced next week.

Note: Although Roku and I are in a committed relationship, the makers of this wonder don't know the first thing about this blog or this giveaway. Sponsored by yours truly.

{image: Jamie}

The {Guest} Post About The Unlikely Reciprocation of Irrational Crushes, Or How to Boost Your Self-Esteem

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

Today's guest rabbit chaser is Jessica from Meet the Buttrams. I prefer to think of her as JButtWhatWhat, as she is lovingly known on Twitter. I've not met Jessica in real life, but I'm fairly certain I could not adore her more. We share a love for Krispy Kreme, a distaste for Les Miles and a not-so-secret crush on Schmidt from Fox's New Girl.

She is short and hilarious. You've been warned.

I define the word "crush" very loosely.

I used to define it, "the super hot boy in third period my coke tab predicted I would marry," but now it's merely someone I admire and/or can laugh at (with) and/or long to store in my pocket for when I need a pick-me-up. (Smidget sister Jamie fits that criteria, PS. Traveling Rabbits!)

Additionally, I have always made it a practice to assume that my crushes were in fact secretly and desperately in love with me too, something that sort of continues today. And listen, it really helps with the self-confidence.

Here's how that worked out for me:

1. The Dad - My first irrational crush was on my friend's dad when we were in the second grade. Her mom was also our girl scout troop leader. Later that year, they got a divorce. Coincidence? I'm still not entirely convinced it wasn't because her dad thought I was especially adorable in my Brownie uniform. In my mind's eye, he resembled a mustached Pedro in Hammer pants. Hardly Brad Pitt.

Verdict: Single dad of two. Was I really prepared to be a seven-year-old stepmom?

2. The Coach - I've played soccer my whole life. When I finally got good enough to play on an elite traveling team, I JUST KNEW my coach had me sit the bench because he preferred my wit-filled sideline screaming to all the other girls on the team. Until he berated some of my teammates for being lazy by saying, "I don't expect Jessica to score any goals, but she works her butt off out there!" At the very least, he needed to work on his pick-up lines. Broken-heart revenge was mine when he later got arrested for assault.

Verdict: Anger-Management Candidate.

3. The Teacher - When my crush definition started taking on more lax perimeters, I nurtured an artist's crush on the totally sketchy fella who taught photography courses at my college. Over the two semesters I took his class, we spent more than a few hours alone in the darkroom, as well as one weird day at his house when I used his personal darkroom to develop color film. I figured Artsy College Coed was practically irresistible to a fiftyish single man who spoke fondly of his biker days...until a few years ago when he got busted for owning child pornography.

Verdict: Pedophile!

So, as you can see, not only do I have questionable taste, but I also assumed the highly unlikely outcome of requited love was IN THE CARDS, YO. And assuming these characters were actually in love with me was, in some instances illegal, but MORE IMPORTANTLY a total confidence booster.

That they actually weren't is ~~probably~~ the more beneficial outcome.

'Fess up with your irrational crushes, and make me feel more normal. Cool? Cool.

The Post About How Spanx Will Mislead Your Doctor

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 00:52:00 +0000

Isn't that a snazzy lookin' plate? We'll come back to it.

I told you a couple of weeks ago I had chosen a word I hoped would define 2012.

Peace.

Immediately after publishing that post, I drove home to find my 16-year-old lawn boy/neighbor had hit my house with a truck. You know, because God has AN AMAZING SENSE OF HUMOR.

Rabbit Sidebar: Twelve of us stood shivering as we watched my neighbor and neighbor friends take turns tying a chain to different vehicles in order to pull the truck off my house. Could I be more Southern?

God continues to challenge me in the area of peace. But instead of Moses' bush, God has been chatting it up through a wonky liver.

I've woken up on two different days and discovered a yellow version of myself staring back in the mirror.

I've been distraught.

You see, I'm a "winter" with blue eyes and mustard is not a good color on me. Also, jaundice means a trip to the doctor and the following two encounters.

My general practitioner starts feeling my abdomen for swelling.
Dr. Gray: You look like you've lost weight. Plus, your abs feel tighter which is good.
Me: Those are Spanx.
Dr. Gray: Umm...what's wrong with you?
Me: That's why I'm here doc.

Technician performing my abdominal ultrasound. Spanx removed.
Tech: Did Dr. Gray suggest what might be wrong?
Me: No, but I'd like you to locate a 30-pound benign tumor that can be removed prior to the end of my Biggest Loser contest at church.
Tech: Wouldn't that feel like cheating?
Me: Wouldn't it feel like winning?

So I find myself still undiagnosed but back to a delightful pasty pale color. I also have a new adopted nutritionist who says my plates should look like the above.

I'm on board. For now.

When you eat "healthy" what's your go-to dish?
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The Post About Sharing Your Faith at Work

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 00:44:00 +0000

"Do or do not. There is no try." Yoda.

Wise words from a wee man. The same truth applies to exercise, driving the speed limit and giving birth.

It also rings true for sharing your faith in the workplace.

I'm talking to some college students this week about that very topic. As I've prepared blanks and handouts and dry erase board maps shaped like my breakroom, I realized I have a wealth of knowledge at my fingertips - you.

So answer one or all of the following:

1. What are your tips on sharing your faith on the job?

2. What trauma have you experienced in this area?

3. What trauma have you induced?

Rabbit Illustration:

A coworker who told me she was an atheist once asked me to pray for her father who was battling cancer. I quickly agreed and asked if I could pray with her right then. She said "Yes, but don't ask God to follow up with me after He heals my dad. This is a one-stop shop."

Fast forward a few years and she loves God with her whole heart. And she bakes Baptist breakfast casseroles like a ninja.

{image: Jamie}

The {Guest} Post About Social Media: For Better or Worse

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

My guest rabbit chaser today is Andrew Brasfield. Andrew and I bumped into each other on the Internet. YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS THERE MOM. We're both bloggers from Alabama and that really does bind you. With the literacy and all. Since that chance encounter, he and I have become fast friends connected via Twitter, Facebook, and all other ways except in person. But I'm sure we will meet some day and the relationship will end.

I'm much cooler on the Internet. Which is still not that cool. - Jamie

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Social media is everywhere.

Facebook badges and Shazam icons on TV commercials, QR codes on posters leading to Twitter pages, circles, friends, groups, direct messages, it's EVERYWHERE!

That could be a good thing.

The first bit of news about the Miracle on the Hudson was Tweeted. I first heard of the untimely death of Michael Jackson on Twitter. I have had celebrity interaction on Facebook and Twitter (Jason Isbell follows me. Just sayin') and I really do keep up with lots of my friends on Facebook. I have "met" people on Facebook, then met them in real life. I have met people in person once, had them friend me, then when we talk again in person a few weeks or months later, it's like we've known each other for - eh - vor.

If you have social media interactions with people - the getting-to-know-them rate skyrockets. What used to take 6 months of hanging out every few weekends to know somebody can happen within a week or two and certainly within a month. To me, that is insane. However, it is nice to meet someone in person, then really get to know them on the web. Sometimes you realize you really aren't very similar and never talk again. Sometimes you meet a friend or gain a fan for life.

By the same token, it's also a buzz kill.

If you have good news to share and tweet it or update your status, then all of the friends you would talk to in person already know about it. So when you open your conversation with, "I just got a new job and I love it and you'll never guess who I saw" they reply with, "Congrats on the new job, I hear the community college is awesome to work for and yes I also heard that Jess is back in town and will be here for another month until she flies back to Korea to teach English."

BOOM!

A whole conversation just got had and you weren't even actually in it. You were foiled by the buzz kill of social media already doing it for you. No worries, you still have plenty to talk about. Like...your Starburst wrapper chain from 8th grade (no one would blog about that.)

And so friends, let me conclude by saying social media is here to stay, even if it's people on one platform talking about why they don't understand the people who are still on the other outdated/passé/uncool platform.

What good have you seen come from social media? What's been a buzz kill?

Andrew Brasfield is a guy living in the rural South who likes to write songs, play harmonica, guitar and ukulele. He cooks and hangs with his wife and 2 daughters. Find him on Twitter.

The Post About One Word in 2012

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 23:40:00 +0000

One Word 365 encourages folks to drive past New Year’s resolutions and take a load off at just one word.

One word that sums up who you want to be or how you want to live or what you want to achieve by the end of 2012.

Based on this principle, I chose the word "cheese."

I want to be, live, and achieve cheese.

However, I've probably mastered that both in terms of food and ridulousness.

So I started chatting with God in December about what my word could be.

Me: Maybe my word could be "entrepreneur?"

God: You'll be able to spell that all year?

Me: Maybe my word should be "focused?"

God: With or without medication?

Me: Okay...what do you suggest?

God: I'll tell you...

Me: {blink....blink}

And He does what He sometimes does which is to go radio silent.

So I waited. And drove to Nashville.

While there, I attended Cross Point Church where Justin Davis shared this message:

It was crazy good. Please know "crazy" means surrounded by hipsters and mood lighting and illustrations of life's disappointments that include "...when you don't get your record deal..."

But "crazy" also means Biblical truth that's clear and sharp and destined to refine if given half a chance.

So my word is peace.

And I won't have to be the one to go buy it or grow it or whittle it out of wood. Jesus will give it.

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid." John 14:27

This week, I took some awkward* medical tests.

And God gave me peace.

This week, a favorite coworker - a partner in good and evil - resigned.

And God gave me peace.

This week, the sun came up and then went back down.

And God gave me peace.

I hope you get peace in 2012 too.

With a fabulous side of cheese.

What's your word?

*Awkward because I couldn't wear Spanx.

{image: Jamie}

The {Guest} Post About Super Serious Resolutions

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 12:00:00 +0000

Today's guest rabbit chaser is Ellie Ann Soderstrom.

One Friday, many moons ago, @ClayMorganPA on Twitter recommended folks follow @EllieSoderstrom. I didn't know Ellie Ann, but her 140 character bio included a love for reading and writing. Since I also love to read and write...on dry-erase boards, I embraced the suggestion and followed her.

I don't think it's a leap to say we've become BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I mean, come on. We're now even friends on Facebook, which is the second base of online friendship.

Ellie Ann is smart, funny, and most importantly - engaging - which is the key to all things good and holy on the Internet. Minus cats falling off things - no engagement needed.

Ellie Ann shares her snazzy New Year's Resolutions. These made me feel better about already failing at 2 of mine. Stupid bed-making.

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My Super Serious Resolutions

Use exclamation marks more.

It’ll add extra excitement to what would be! mundane! sentences!

Get in more food fights.

When I was a young girl (about two years ago) I spent all afternoon making pudding, spaghetti, whipped cream pies, jigglers, mashed potatoes, and a host of other food-fight worthy foods. I called everyone out to the porch to eat the pudding I had made for them, and as we started eating I insulted my husband in mock anger and threw a SPOONFUL OF PUDDING AT HIM. Oh my gosh, everyone’s eyes widened and the look on their faces was priceless. My husband threw a spoonful back at me, and then I got to yell at the top of my lungs the two most awesome words in the world: “FOOD FIGHT!”

What fun. This shouldn’t be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, it should be more like a once-a-season experience, and we can experiment with different seasonal foods to fight with. I’ve never thrown a pumpkin pie at anyone *pouty face*, something that I will remedy come this Thanksgiving. This will be the year of food fights.

Read More Comics

Being home schooled, I never got to read comics, and instead was given A Tale of Two Cities, Grapes of Wrath, Middlemarch, The Deerslayer, Robinson Crusoe, The Book of Virtues, Elsie Dinsmore, and The Scarlet Letter.

Just kidding, I never got to read The Scarlet Letter. I think it was about global warming or taking prayer out of schools or other such liberal agenda...does the scarlet letter A stand for abortion? I don’t know.

But this year, after 26 years of Classical Reading, I think I’m entitled to read some comics. So I’m going to pursue a comic book education: Batman, Captain America, Fantastic Four, Hellboy, Superman, The Flash, X-Men, The Walking Dead ... oh, and does anyone know if there’s a graphic novel of The Scarlet Letter?

Declare War On My Closets

(my closet by the end of the year)

Let’s be real. I have the organizational skills of a toddler orangutan doped out on Monster drinks and sugar cookies. And my closets look like said orangutan is living in them. It’s time to kick that monkey in the butt, and get serious about tupperware storage bins.

Give Random Items To Neighbors

This goes along beautifully with number 4!

I’m good friends with some of my neighbors, but I want to get to know some of my other neighbors better. What better way to make friends is there than to come bearing gifts? Instead of waiting for them to ask if they can borrow a cup of sugar, why not bring a cup of sugar to them first? Or hangers! Everyone needs more hangers. I could give them a bundle of hangers and then the next time we pass each other in the parking lot we can have a nice friendly conversation about the usefulness of hangers. And possibly whether we prefer plastic, metal, or wooden hangers.

I’ve also discovered we own about a dozen deck of cards. Time to give some away to the neighbors! Then the next time I pass them in the parking lot I could ask them their favorite card game, and possibly invite them over to play. And maybe ask them to bring snacks made from the cup of sugar I gave them. By the end of the year of random gifts, I suppose I’ll have tons of new friends.

Eat More Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Eggrolls, and Homemade Doughnuts

Some days I’m in a bad mood for no apparent reason. I do not like that quality about myself. However, I find it impossible to be in a bad mood when I’m eating Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Eggrolls, or homemade doughnuts. So obviously I need to be eating those foodstuffs more often.

Play more Games With Toddlers

Much like number 6! it’s hard for me to stay grumpy and unthankful when I’m gallomping about the room playing Alligator Attack with my kids. Hide and Go Seek, Simon Says, Mother May I, Red Light Green Light, Treasure Hunt, and last but not least: Ring Around the Rosies are good for the soul. Plus, I’ll get my excercise in. Quality giggle time with the kids should never be underestimated or forgotten, which I am wont to do sometimes. But not this year! I declare this the year of Duck Duck Goose!

What about you? What New Year's Resolutions do you have?

Ellie Ann Soderstrom is a reader, runner, watcher, cooker of eggrolls, wife to the best man there is, and mama to three adorable children. She likes to write. A lot. Currently she's collaborating on a YA steampunk with Albert Berg, and if you like aliens, robots, and a boy desperately in love with a girl then you might like it. Read her blog. Follow her on Twitter.

The Post About 10 Items I Would Like To Buy With FSA Money

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 12:00:00 +0000

Do you have an FSA account? If not, let's have Wikipedia recap for us.

A flexible spending account (FSA) is one of a number of tax-advantaged financial accounts that can be set up through a cafeteria plan of an employer in the United States. An FSA allows an employee to set aside a portion of earnings to pay for qualified expenses as established in the cafeteria plan, most commonly for medical expenses but often for dependent care or other expenses. Money deducted from an employee's pay into an FSA is not subject to payroll taxes, resulting in substantial payroll tax savings. One significant disadvantage to using an FSA is that funds not used by the end of the plan year are lost to the employee.

Did you read that last sentence?

Today I find myself with $200 in "funds not used" and I have 3 days to spend it.

The above picture is my current shopping list. It rivals the most senior of adults. Its absurdity extends to the fact I have normal blood pressure, don't need reading glasses and have no idea why one uses orthopedic inserts. Yet these are the items deemed "eligible" and seem most reasonable to purchase.

Here are 10 eligible items I thankfully don't need, but I'd like to purchase anyway.

1. Ambulance Ride. I bet there's no line and no waiting if you pull up in this at the bank.

2. Body Scan. It would be my new profile picture on all social media outlets. Because I'm confident I look hot on the inside.

3. Carpal Tunnel Wrist Supports. Like the ones Wonder Woman wore.

4. Lice Shampoo. Bottom line: Does it add volume? Can I get it in a color glaze?

5. Ovulation Predictor Test. This would aid in knowing when it may be best for me to work from home.

6. Lodging at a Hospital. Who cares that New Orleans is booked solid for January 9? I hear Tulane Medical Center has lovely amenities.

7. Guide Animal. EVERYONE WOULD LOVE MY MINIATURE HORSE.

8. Hearing Aid. Sometimes I like to pretend I can't hear. This would assist with that objective.

9. Meals at a Hospital. Lunch is on me.

10. Oxygen. Occasionally I take the stairs at work.

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The Post About Wishing You a Merry Christmas. I KNOW It's Over.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:55:00 +0000

I took a break.

Did you notice?

Hopefully not.

Hopefully you and I could swap stories about living life in 4-D and stepping back from the Internet.

Although, most of my stories can actually be found on Instagram or Twitter or FourSquare. You don't even need me to wax nostalgically here to figure out what I'm doing most days.

Nonetheless.

Merry Belated Christmas.

I'm wishing you lots of this:

And its partners in crime:

Rabbit chasing commences tomorrow.

{images: Jamie}

The Post About Random Rabbits

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 23:41:00 +0000

Another post of the randomness deemed unworthy of a dedicated post.

1. Two hobbies: baking and photography. I'm mediocre at both so I'd like to focus and possibly turn one into something of substance. Unfortunately, my ADD has thrown out its "Mom Arm" and I'm not able to move forward in only one direction.

So until I can get my diagnosis beaten down, I'll continue to dabble in both.

'Tis the season for cake pops.

And there are senior portraits. With a brother thrown in for Christmas card measure.

I took Maranda's photos in a swanky park in a swanky part of town across the street from a swanky house. Then I forced her to complete her outfit change in the backseat of a car.

Because I'm classy like that.

I was encouraged that she wasn't a complete professional at that task.

TRUE LOVE WAITS MARANDA.

2. Christmas Shopping. I shared my parents' wish lists with you.

Rabbit Sidebar: If you go back and read that post, you'll discover my mother's rebuttal in the comments which includes her REAL wish list. Southern mamas and their drama.

I struggle with shopping for Christmas gifts because I'm a descendant of Adam and Eve. Therefore, I tend to buy myself nice things that are on sale and make my nieces coasters out of felt.

This necklace is Exhibit A. I went shopping at a local market for jewelry for my sister-in-law and I found this vintage book necklace from Lil' Seeds.

It can now be found around my neck.

3. S-M-R-T. Remember how I told you once about how high I scored on the ACT?

Last week, I left my car running in my office's parking garage. FOR SIX HOURS.

4. Guest Post: Today I'm guest posting at Gray Hair and Acne with a post titled Cheez-its, Robert Pattinson, and Fighting Aging. I provide 5 solid tips for kicking Father Time in the shins.

Thank you to Andi Cumbo for being such a lovely hostess. If you're a reader or a writer or somewhere in-between, then follow her on Twitter. You'll have no regrets.

5. Winner.

The lucky winner of the $50 Options Gift Card Giveaway is commenter #268 - Amanda Cook. She won for following AdoptUSKids on Facebook, but her response to the question about favorite family member is this:

One of my favorite family members is our cat, Fuzzy, because the kids love him SO much. And he lets them love on him, too. He is very patient with them, but he does keep them in line. He is the perfect cat for training them to love animals well.

Furry people need love too.

Congrats Amanda! Email me at jamiesrabbits@gmail.com to collect your bounty!

Now, Rabbit Reader, you say something. Random or otherwise.

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The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.105

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:24:00 +0000

Each week or so I post a readable or watchable and/or a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens after my recommendation. Ignore, embrace, debate.

Earlier volumes of The Rabbit Recommends can be found here.

Read

Amazon and I have quite the toxic relationship. I buy books. It recommends more books. I buy them too. And all in "one-click." My apologies to my future children who will have to help mommy pay off her debt from that obsolete thing called a "Kindle." One recent rec was The Misanthrope's Guide to Life (Go Away!) by Meghan Rowland and Chris Turner-Neal. A "misanthrope" is defined for English-learners as "one who does not like people." Sadly, this sometimes applies to me, depending on how many items are in your buggy or how slow you're driving in the left lane. Meghan and Chris advise on how to manage all people interactions - parenting, work, holidays, romance, and of course, funerals. This guide is my favorite kind: sarcasm with page numbers.

P.S. This book is a Kindle loaner so if you'd like to borrow it from yours truly for free, then email me at jamiesrabbits@gmail.com.

UPDATE: This delightful book is currently free on Kindle!

Watch

When it comes to TV comedy, it's hard to compete for my affection for shows like Community, 30 Rock, and Parks & Rec. However, New Girl has won me over. The above clip is really what tugs at my heart each week: Schmidt. He is the most lovable "douche canoe" ever. Trust me, they can be lovable - I've dated a few. You can watch the last five episodes of New Girl on Hulu for free.

Listen

When I find myself in the midst of a busy season with tasks and obligations and hairs out of place, I need the occasional 3-minute mental health break. And mental health breaks should always be "dance breaks." Here's my 4 current go-to songs from the psych professional - David Guetta:

David Guetta ft. Nicki Minaj - Turn Me On

David Guetta ft. Timbaland and Pitbull - Pass At Me

David Guetta ft. Usher - Without You

David Guetta ft. Jennifer Hudson - Night of Your Life

Recommending Disclaimer: I don't suggest anything because I get it free or because I have some sort of illicit relationship with Jeff Bezos or Rupert Murdoch. I save all of those questionable dealings for Cheez-it truck drivers.

The Post About 10 More Things You Should Know How To Do

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 03:45:00 +0000

Last month I shared 10 things from the book The Experts' Guide to 100 Things Everyone Should Know How To Do that I don't actually know how to do.

There are approximately 57 more. Let's review another 10.

Send a thoughtful thank-you note. I'm facing some obstacles. First, I've not owned a stamp in 2 years. Second, I had my Dad replace my mailbox with one twice its size so I'd only have to go to it once a week. Mail is not my forte. But I send STUPENDOUS text messages. Leave your cell # in the comments and let me wow you.
Make a bed. Apparently you're supposed to have things like a mattress pad, blanket, and flat sheet. If that's true, then why did God make duvets?
Ace a job interview. If an interview could take 4-6 months, then I could do this. I'm really more of an acquired taste.
Whip up a great dinner with five items in your fridge. Honestly, I just checked my fridge and the contents are as follows: condiments, unsalted butter, hummus, 5 types of cheese and 7 types of drinks. Discuss.
Create a budget. The creating is easy peasy. It's the not moving money from the fuel or utilities or mortgage envelope to the music or coffee or chewy sweet-tart envelope.
Handle the police. I assume the police are right and can destroy me. So if I ever meet a dirty cop who's short, mustachioed, and beaten down by the system, then I'm still going to say "I'm sorry sir. Of course I will steal lunch money sir from school children sir and give it to you. Sir."
Speak at least 2 common languages. I'd like to think "Southern" is a language. I can translate phrases like "Shoot, I reckon" and "Going 'round your elbow to get to your thumb." I also understand the complex nuances of "Bless her heart."
End a date politely without making promises. I always make promises and struggle to really end it. I'm fairly certain I'm still in a relationship with my senior prom date. Hi Brian.
Dress for your body type. I prefer pretending I have a small chest, long legs and a neck.
Understand Your Pet. What I understand is that a cat will steal your breath while you're sleeping and that a bird is plotting how to peck your eyes out while your ironing clothes.

Your turn. Do you excel where I do not? Or are we kindred spirits in our deficiencies?

{image: Jamie}

The Post About Mom & Dad's Christmas Wish Lists

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 23:14:00 +0000

For many years, my family faced a common holiday problem.

Receiving gifts we didn't want.

You see, we're not really the type of mothers or fathers or brothers or sisters who make "mental" notes in June when you randomly mention a razor you think scientists created just for you so that we can later place it in your stocking with care.

No.

We're the type of mothers or fathers or brothers or sisters who squeal with delight when we realize Walgreen's is still open on Christmas Eve at 7:39pm and has one of those hot chocolate gift sets with mugs shaped like reindeer heads.

Score.

A few years ago, we decided to have a family intervention and confront this weakness.

And that Virginia, is how Christmas wish lists were born in a manger.

Jan, otherwise known as my mother, has an interesting list.

#3: Phone Card. I lovingly refer to her cell phone as a "drug dealer go phone." She should really be demanding a new phone, but those visits to the Wal-Mart kiosk may be more comforting than I realize.

#4: Shake Weight. Umm... Consider it Santa's priority that my mother receive a Shake Weight and that I film her using it.

#6: Organizer for Ms. Dixie. My mother's SUV is called Ms. Dixie. She is not racist. See #7.

#7: Darius Rucker CD.

Note: When discussing this list with my father, he tried to delete 3 of the items because he believed she didn't really want them. This is why she owns mug sets shaped like snowmen heads.

Speaking of Chuck.

#1: Lowe's Gift Cards. This is what he wants. When I gifted him with one last month for his birthday, he pulled out his wallet and added it to 4 existing cards. I furrowed my brow to which he responded "One more and I can get the chainsaw."

#2: Pair of Loppers. What are loppers? Please define in the comments.

#3, 4, 5, 6: Various. I'm not going to buy the prepackaged gift sets. I'm simply going to get a shoe box and throw in shaving cream, razors, Jimmy Dean sausage, Kraft singles, and a handful of Chick-Fil-A mints.

Note: When discussing this list with my father, he tried to delete all of the items but #1. This is why he has a wallet full of Lowe's gift cards.

How do you handle buying gifts? Are you thoughtful and listen? Do you give cash? Do you buy whatever is left on the way to the exchange?

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