Random finding of the day…

Upon going to the ladies room at the work office, I came across a funny object sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser.

Oh yeah, you can find tons of things in the women’s washroom: eye liner, blush brushes, tampon wrappers, unused {and sometimes used} pads, hair extensions, oil blotting sheets… but a rubber page flipper? Random.

{Yes, I brought my phone into the washroom with me and yes, I took a picture of it.}

I guess the woman this belongs to had to run to the bathroom really urgently and forgot to take it off. Or maybe she had to to drop the kids {and the rubber page flipper} off at the pool. Or maybe she needed it to help her unravel the toilet paper. Or maybe she dropped it in the toilet and didn’t want to bring it back. Or maybe she was reading in the stall and needed it to help flip the pages. Or maybe… her purpose for it is none of the above. Hmmm….

Either way, I was pretty startled when I saw this sitting to my right. Definitely something new. And not to mention, it was pretty uncomfortable going wee wee with such odd company. Look at it! It just sat there. Quietly. Semi-transparent. Staring at me. Grippy and all like a sea cucumber. With that kind of texture, I bet it’s real good at absorbing all sorts of odors. Gross.

What’s the most random thing you’ve seen lately?

XO,

Really? Like, really??

Okay, so we all need a little help when it comes to Christmas shopping and if that’s you right now, then I hate to break it to you honey but you’re not going to get much help here. Wah wah.

Hoping to get some gift ideas, I did a search for Christmas List and I couldn’t help but gawk and giggle at some of the suggestions I found on this site gifts.com. As I looked through some of the featured gifts, I thought, you’ve got to be kidding me.

So here are some that caught my attention.

I know, I know. You can’t read a darn thing in the picture…. so click on it.

Seriously. You gotta love the morning impaired alarm clock on wheels that “runs away” from you so you can’t hit snooze. Or the retro cell phone hand set. Are you really going to lug that around? Or how about the extension stick to help you take your own photo? Okay, I guess that’s kind of cool… but I think I’d look like an idiot carrying that around. But hey, who knows.

However, I must say, the cup is doable. I’m not so sure about getting his initials on it though.

I ♥ ME.

Yup, much better. :)

Cool. Stupid. Ridiculous. Useless.

You be the judge.

XO,

Dear Santy Claus,

My wishlist this year isn’t like the rest. I’m too old for a Barbie doll. I’m too cool for a teddy bear. And I’ll die if I get another pair of fuzzy slippers. I’m a big Bunnie now. And these are what big bunnies NEED.

My very own Dyson Vacuum to pick up all the hair I shed. I think I’ve made a break through discovery. There seems to be a negative correlation between age and hair: The more your age increases, less hair you have. Wow, I’m smart.

A magic potion, special serum, secret food to keep my dry hands from ever being dry again. I can touch a maximum of 5 things before my hands crack open and my insides pour out.

A drastic drop in the housing market. A few thousand dollars for a house is good. I can afford that, thanks. OR you could just get me a house. I recommend Soprovich.com.

Laser eye surgery… for both eyes. {in case you were thinking of being cheap.} I’m nearly blind as a bat. Okay maybe not that bad, but without prescription eye wear, you look like a blurry blob to me… unless you’re about two inches away… which isn’t necessarily a bad thing if you’re a cute boy. But then maybe you’re be dirty. Or maybe you have stinky breath. Um, yeah. Laser eye surgery please.

Longer, plusher, fuller eyelashes. The laws of attraction are not in my favor and I have a feeling it’s because I’m aging. I’m thinking….  if you make my peepers a little prettier and a little peepier, I could use them to my advantage to lure little boys and old men. {No in betweens please.} After all, batting your eyelashes works right? And it’s sexy right? And I’d be really seductive…. right??

A happy, perky bum. You may {or may not} find this hard to believe, but the junk I have in the trunk is NOT typical for an Asian girl. Oh sure, I’ve got a bum bum, what a great ass-set. You say that now. But you’ll be laughing at me when I have rashes from my butt dragging on the ground and slapping against my thighs.

A new winter coat… with no holes, no rips, no lint and all the buttons in tact. I think that’s pretty straight forward.

The Snuggie {as seen on TV} because I probably won’t get a new winter coat. {And I probably wouldn’t like it anyways.} How does this serve as a substitute for a coat? You never know. I may just wear it out. New trend. Coming to a runway near you.

An anti-yawning pill. I’m serious. There’s something about sitting in a room and staring at someone talk for an hour in a monotone voice with no facial expression that induces me to yawn. Of course, you can’t open your mouth to let it out, so you clamp it shut. And then it happens. Your nostrils flare. And they flare really big. You look stupid. And then it happens another 15 times.

A {ridiculous} salary increase. Or a really really… really really big bonus. One that will allow me to buy a Dyson vacuum, my first house, and a classic Chanel. And maybe a Birkin bag. And the Marc Jacobs Stam too. And a pair of Chrissy Lous. And a diamond ring.

{Just imagine how much stress (and debt) some lucky guy would be relieved of… Yes I know, really, it’s beneficial for all.}

I’d also like to be able to donate to charity and feed and shelter the less fortunate in my area. Wait no, make that the world. : )

♥ Please and thank you.

XO,

P.S. Did I mention I make the best Pillsbury ready to bake cookies? And I have milk. Skim milk. {Trust me, you’ll thank me later.} Oh and you’re ridiculously good looking.

Carrot Stick.

Ooh look, a Bunnie! What a happy carrot!

I don’t like you Carrot. You’re yucky.

*Sniff sniff. My carrot heart. :(

Hi, I’m Bunnie and I hate raw carrots.  I know, ironic.
What do YOU hate?

The story behind the love story…

My friend came by my desk at work the other day and dropped off a carrot for me. My first thought was Ew. What the hell is this? I took a closer look at it and thought… Wow. This carrot is so dry and old. Sick. I love gifts. I love food. But this (!!!) I will not accept. I wanted to give it back. So I put it in my pocket.  And then I forgot about it. By the time this ugly carrot stick crossed my mind again, it was soft, mushy and deteriorating. So I played with it.
Thank you for your thoughtful gift. ♥

XO,

All work and no play is… well, no fun.

Who here likes to work all day, everyday? You answer MEE!! to that question and I’m going to force you to play with me until you love it like a fat kid loves cake.

After 5 days of absolute nothingness, I’m back at work. Why is it that ‘vacations’ always seem to end so soon? I remember when I was just a little bean, going to school everyday. Getting 3-4 months to frolic in the sun every year was so normal. Now that I’ve been prematurely tossed into the “real-world,” I’m really thankful that I had that time to indulge in doing nothing…

when doing nothing was absolutely, okay.

{ This photo is breath-taking. Visit the artist. }

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Speaking of thankfulness, it was Thanksgiving in Canada this weekend! Gobble! Gobble! Hope everyone stuffed their tummies with turkey and gravy! { I know I did. Who wouldn’t love a chubby wubby bunnie? } Over the last year, a lot has happened which I am very, very grateful for. Here are just a few for sharing :)

Experiences. How completely true is it that experiences help shape who you are? Making the transition from full-time schooling to full-time work, for one, has really been a stepping stone into what “real-life” is all about. Not only have I learned so much about myself, but I have learned so much about everything, especially from of few GREAT people that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I’ve been heartbroken, been forced out of my comfort zone, and as a result, have become so much more independent. I’ve been introduced to new adventures, have said yes to everything thrown my way, and as a result, have gained so much more value in life. I’m thriving off life and experience.

{ BFFs }

Friends. I’ve been blessed with the best group of friends a Bunnie could ever ask for. Friends who make me laugh till my tummy hurts. Friends who stay by me whether I’m being silly or just plain boring. Friends who wipe my nose boogies and tell me when there’s food on my face. Friends who turn my pouts into smiles. And friends who believe in me. Now that’s love.

Opportunity. It’s out there. Lots of it. You just have to find it. I didn’t believe it before but I see it now and it’s amazing. Without the loves of my life tipping me over the edge, the mile I’ve hopped would only be a measly inch.

And of course… I’m completely grateful that I can share my thoughts, loves, and um, purchases with you. Yes. I. Am. As corny as it sounds. {Mmm! I love corn, except it doesn’t digest very well… heh} Who would have thought that all of this would be so fun? I absolutely love reading all of your blogs and your sweet comments! There’s just so much to be thankful for…

So, take a moment to stop & appreciate everything around you. :)

That brings me to the last thing for me to be thankful for. My first (yay!) bloggie award from Keith! For some classic eye-candy, make sure you check out his blog: Sugar & Spice. Thanks, Keith. This made me happy. :)

I’m. done. rambling. Finally.

XOXO,

On the way to try replacing my broken SkullCandy headphones, I saw the London Drugs, pulled over and parked my car along Broadway Street. It was nearly10pm — street lamps lit, headlights on, glimpses of dim light from all directions. I enjoyed looking at all the stores passing by me as I got out of the car and walked down the street.

Sha-lin Noodles, Starbucks, Vietnamese Pho, Golden Feet Reflexology, Tim hortons…. WHOA. What. The. F*ck.

Right in front of me, plastered on the side of a bus stop, was the most disturbing advertisement I’ve ever seen. WHY would anyone in their right mind use this image on their marketing campaign!? I looked over to my left. A brand spankin’ new McDonalds complete with a fireplace, stone wall and warm fuzzy feeling. And then I looked back at the ad. WHOA. What. The. F*ck. Again.

I don’t get it. Who is this ad targeted to? Adults? Kids? Is it some kind of sick fantasy? Is it supposed to make me want a cheeseburger? Why couldn’t good old Ronald McDonald be smiling? From what I remember, this friendly mascot is supposed to appeal to kids… Isn’t it bad enough that he’s already a CLOWN?

Yes, I get it. WHOA, there’s a new McDonalds — But why does he need to have that expression on his face?? And then go on to have it magnified 10x and plastered on the side of a bus stop to scare innocent bunnies walking by at night?? Am I crazy? Or does anyone else think this is a bit… werid??

xo Bunnie