The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.59

Each weekend, I post a readable, a watchable, and a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens next. Earlier volumes can be found here.

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One of my favorite authors is Beth Moore. She's smart. A well-researched writer who digs into the Bible with the sharpest shovel she can find. And she's imperfect. She highlights her vulnerabilities and uses them as teaching tools. And she's funny. So often Bible scholars are the opposite of that, as if a sense of humor is something God wouldn't actually have; when a playpus is proof of that. Her blog provides regular doses of these valuable characteristics.

Watch

Good Hair is a documentary by Chris Rock about black Americans and the world of hair. I laughed from beginning to end and came to two conclusions. One - I should stop complaining about my perms in the 80's. Two - black don't crack.

Listen

Matt Morris is probably the Mickey Mouse Club graduate you hadn't heard of until the Haiti benefit when he sang a duet with Mr. Timberlake. I delighted in their rendition of "Hallelujah," so I sought to learn more. And I fell for him. Hard. This song, "Bloodline," is one of my faves from his top notch album "When Everything Breaks Open."

P.S. We have a winner in the Yabba-Dabba-Doosie Giveaway! The first winners are The Smurfs and The Jetsons - most beloved by Rabbit Readers.

The actual prize winner is...


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

The Post About Being Invited to My "Wedding"

"Optimism is the cheerful frame of mind that enables a teakettle to sing, though in hot water up to its nose." Unknown

And I'm treading that toasty water while planning the equivalent to my wedding - 16th Annual Hope Chest Party & Art Auction.

Truthfully, my wedding would require less work. I'd only need to book the chalet in Whistler and find a toboggan with a veil.

If you happen to live in the Birmingham area or willing to drive for a good time, then make plans to have a blogger meet-up next Friday at my quasi-nuptials.

I'll be the one with the fanny pack full of glue sticks, Cheez-its and valium.

{image: Jamie - part of my Project 365. All previous photos can be found at Flickr. Rainbow frame by Lindsey Stone and Map frame by Vero VanBlaere.}

The Post About Special K vs. Cookie Crisp

The first question I answer in the morning is "What should I eat?"

Actually, I address a few issues before that:

• How many apps can I open on Bugs before the snooze alarm starts nagging?
• Should I watch Matt Lauer or Zack Morris?
• Will dry shampoo help this blowout make it one more day?

But immediately after those dilemmas, there's the food crisis.

And I love breakfast.

In the immortal words of Curtis James Jackson III, I love it like a fat kid loves cake. Which, by the way, is a great choice for the early AM.

I generally choose between cereal, bagels, frozen waffles, or pizza rolls.

The first option is the real challenge.

Do I make the good choice and pour the 1% on something infused with 37 vitamins and includes chewy bits that improve my intestinal fortitude? Or is the equivalent to a Snickers bar floating in a glass of milk my choice?

Let's just say my diabetes diagnosis is pending.

If you need some assistance finding your way through the cereal box maze, let TopCultured's flowchart be your guide.



What's your cereal of choice?

The Post About Eating My Feelings

This photograph makes it seem as though I didn't rip one open and devour 2 rows of Tagalongs before I noticed the strange wordless orange fluff monster on the TV taunting my eating habits.

I'm fairly confident that's 19 points I won't make up in exercise.

I COULD make it up if there was a way to transforn my love for Stephen Colbert into a cardio workout.

Let's hear it - how do you deal with stress?

{image: Jamie - part of my Project 365. All previous photos can be found at Flickr.}

The Post About a Yabba-Dabba-Doosie Giveaway

It's time for a giveaway.

I'm hosting it for no other reason than it's Pebbles Flintstone's birthday.

If she had lived, she would have been 12,010 years old today.

She is missed.

Missed for her love of Bamm-Bamm. For her mad baseball skills. But mostly for her ability to rock an empire waist saber tooth tiger outfit.

You can rock something fabulous of your own with this $25 gift card good at Old Navy, Gap, Banana Republic, and Piperlime.

How To Enter
Leave a comment answering the question:

What was one of your favorite cartoons to watch as a kid?

**2 Extra Credit Entries**
Each of the following will give you one extra entry in the giveaway. Please make sure to leave a separate comment for each thing you do!

1. Be a fan of Jamie's Rabbits on Facebook. FB Fans get bonus links to stuff I don't post here...

2. Be a follower of Jamie's Rabbits on Twitter. Twitter Followers get 140 characters of snarky commentary on a variety of topics...

**You can accomplish both of these tasks by clicking on the links.**

Important Details: Must enter before 11:59pm CST on Friday, February 26 to qualify. Winner will be chosen randomly using Research Randomizer and announced on Saturday, February 27. The gift card will be mailed. Obviously, anonymous folks can't win unless they leave a name/email in the comment.

{image - Jamie}

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.58

Each weekend, I post a readable, a watchable, and a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens next. Earlier volumes can be found here.

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Twitter is perfect for me. I enjoy being entertained in 140 characters or less. And one of of my favorite twits is actress/writer Mindy Kaling. Not only did she write two of the best episodes of The Office - Diversity Day and The Dundies; she also writes great tweets. Including these gems: "Two hours into Avatar. I'm Avatired. What's going on by the concession stand?" and "I think ten minutes is the maximum time you can take to text me back if you want to have a text relationship with me"

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If you like pretending the people in your television are real - don't watch this video. It will snatch the whimsy from your happy hands. However, by watching it, you might have more respect for actors who often have to dig deep to get into character. I love knowing how stuff is made.

Listen

My constant companion Pandora has wrapped me up in Kris Allen this week. Our relationship was amicable during American Idol, but his self-titled debut album keeps surprising me. I highly recommend "Alright With Me," "Before We Come Undone," "The Truth," and this single "I Need to Know."

The Post About How I Stink At Lent

It's the end of Day Two of Lent.

For those who might not know, Lent is the period of time between Ash Wednesday and Easter. The general purpose of this block of days is to prepare your heart for the celebration of the Resurrection of Christ. This is done in different ways by different folks, but most choose to deny themselves a vice. You then take the time or energy or money used for that vice and give it to a noble cause.

If you were pushy, I might tell you some of my vices are my iPhone, Tivo, and sleeping. But the one getting kicked to the curb is eating out.

I eat out a lot.

With friends and without. For breakfast, for lunch and for second lunch. Fast food and slow-as-molasses food. For special occasions and because the light turned red.

And my wallet and muffin top are worse for wear.

So no eating out.

But as a recovering legalist who always pointed fingers and told people not to watch PG-13 movies or read books with curse words because God would love you less - I've had to be okay with a few exceptions. Those include situations requiring me to eat out for work or prior commitments. However, in those circumstances I'll eat healthier and drink water in order save the $7 price tag of a sweet tea.

Otherwise, I'm taking the mucho moolah that would have lined the pockets of Ronald McDonald and giving it to my local Salvation Army. SA does many great things, including providing food for those who don't get the chance to choose between Moe's or Jason's Deli.

I might sound pretty righteous right about now, but please know this - within 48 hours of beginning this "fast" I had a lengthy conversation with myself trying to justify a drive-thru pickup at Chick-Fil-A. I even tried to convince myself that since Lent doesn't actually includes Sundays, that I could pretend today is Sunday and then when Sunday actually rolled around, I wouldn't eat out.

GET THEE BEHIND ME, YOU LEGALIST.

I ate peanut butter crackers for dinner and calmed down.

P.S. For the record, God doesn't love you less if you read Stephen King.

{image: Jamie - part of my Project 365. All previous photos can be found at Flickr.}

The Post About Where oh Where are the Rabbits?

My real job has me snowed under.

Thankfully, I like my work so much I would hold its hand and call it "sugar."

I'm an event planner and marketing wench for Children's Aid Society.

What do you do?

Seriously, let's share and bond over labor.

(you don't have to give any specifics that might tempt me to stalk you...)

{image: Jamie - part of my Project 365. All previous photos can be found at Flickr.}

The Post About Don't Look Directly at the Camera

Summer 1978.

It was the best of times.

I could rock bangs and an apron dress.

It was the worst of times.

My head was larger than that of my 8-year-old brother.

{image: Olan Mills, but of course.}

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.57

Each weekend, I post a readable, a watchable, and a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens next. Earlier volumes can be found here.

An extra-special Valentine's edition with more sap than necessary for any MADE UP HOLIDAY.

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This book is romance. It oozes it right out of the binding and gets all over your pajama bottoms. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers is a retelling of the biblical story of Hosea which in and of itself is a heartbreaker. However, it's also a reminder that the love of God is unconditional and He is faithful even when we are not. He really is.

Watch

This is one of those movies I can watch ad nauseum and still start crying. Return to Me is a quaint movie about how destiny can be a beautiful thing even if it includes tragedy. You also can't beat a movie that makes heart transplants hilarious.

Listen

Oh, Eastmountainsouth, where have you gone? This debut album perfectly blends country and folk in a way that doesn't prompt you to make out with a first cousin. This song, So Are You To Me, always make me want to get married. This is why I don't listen to it prior to grocery shopping. I'm surely bound to leave with the ingredients for salsa and a bad relationship.

The Post About My Heart Will Go On

Last week during a party at my house, my friend Kara asked "Where are your Tums?"

"Umm...I'm not 48. I've never had heartburn or indigestion."

Who knew my arrogance was God's cue to intervene?

The very next night I found myself tucked away in a hotel room during a business trip. Since work was covering costs, I ordered crabcakes lounging on a fluffy bed of fried green tomatoes. Since Marriott was covering costs, I turned up the heat and took to a fluffy bed of down feathers.

At approximately 1:30am, I awoke with chest pain. The type of pain that prompts self-administered CPR and dancing about in a nightshirt and bargaining with God in a way only deemed fit when blue lights appear in a rearview.

And then I realized something.

This pain might require a trip to the hospital.

So I got my priorities straight. I immediately put on my cute jeans, popped in my contacts and dabbed a little concealer under my sleepy eyes. And waited for the sign that a 911 was in order.

But there was no sign. The tightness and burning subsided. And the sleepy took over.

I guess I am 48, after all.

{image: Jamie}

The Post About Staying Together for the Kids

This is my Mom and Dad.

I love that this picture is quite naughty since they appear liquored up with flutes waiting in the wings. In reality, they were and are as pure as the driven snow.

Minus illicit affections for chocolate covered cherries and Glenn Beck, respectively.

Today they celebrate 40 years of wedded bliss.

I love that.

And them.

The Post About The Rabbit Recommends v.56

Author's Note: Been crazy busy. And not always in a fun way. Back to blogging.

Each weekend, I post a readable, a watchable, and a listenable of which I'm fond. You can choose what happens next. Earlier volumes can be found here.

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I thought I might highlight one of my favorite coffee table books. Handbags by Stephanie Pedersen is perfect since it rests on the table right by the couch where many of my handbags lay in wait. They're waiting for me to shove everything from one purse into another as I swap almost daily. I love a great bag. And the bigger, the better.

Watch

This was my favorite ad from the Super Bowl. My unhealthy obsession with Google continues. Honorable Mention? Jay, Oprah and Dave.

Listen

I have a love/hate relationship with country music. Love Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood, and the likes. Don't love some others who shall remain unnamed. **cough**TobyKeith**cough. Lady Antebellum falls into the former category. A trio that includes the brother-in-law of Katherine Heigl, the daughter of Linda Davis and the other guy. This song, Hello World, is a new favorite off their recent #1 album, Need You Now.

The Post About Queen Isabella

This is one of my honorary nieces - Isabella. Her Mom and I were roommates in college.

I've explained before that Isabella gets bonus points for being biracial. Since biracial really does trump uniracial.

I spent the weekend with her and captured some moments.


She's a human vacuum cleaner. And crawls like a wounded Vietnam vet with no use of her legs.


I may have been focused on the wrong things in this particular instance.


She will sing for you. But only if there's broccoli as a reward. And "reward" is not what you're smelling when she's had too much.


She will turn on you on a dime.


And then pull you right back in.

{images: Jamie}