Hello Everyone, It's me, Emily.
I thought I would do what kj did andlook back at the year and maybe even further back.
This is me, by Sonia
I made a mistake in the way I am showing you these pictures so I don't know what this is going to look like and I hope I don't have to do it again because I would rather be practicing shooting my marshmallow-now-Brussels sprouts gun which has been a lot of fun and I am going through Brussels Sprouts like you wouldn't believe. I shoot them in the open windows of kj's neighbors..
Anyway, in case anybody forgot or never knew, here is a picture of my house and where I am supposed to live if I didn't spend so much time with kj and JB.
And look at this picture of ME drawn by SONIA, who is kj's friend and who I am positive would be fun to get in trouble with and to take trips in the car driving fast with the top down. Sonia and I have tattoos and we are both very fun. My mother doesn't know.
Maybe this is the first story I ever did--I can't remember but I do remember what my tail felt like when I used that hairdryer. Now I just jump up and down and shake my tail until it is dry and sometimes I use kj's towel and roll in it with my legs in the air for as long as I want to.
Have you ever done that because it is the most fun.
So who remembers about my Uncle Bunny and his friend Janis Joplin? Sometimes Uncle Bunny chokes up when he talks about her because he says she would have been happier as a crazy rabbit singing Me & Bunny McGee..
In 2009 Uncle Bunny opened a pellet company in Cleveland. I went with him once and it was mostly okay except that he was stricter than kj so I didn't get to sneak out as much.
Oh and I lost my money last year instead of doubling it and even though I wrote this letter asking for it back I never got it and kj says I should wait and see what happens, that maybe I will get some of what I lost back but that is not the same as doubling it so no matter how you look at it this was a shame for me even though it was not my fault.
I spent a lot of my summer in Provincetown with Muck, Truck, & F___ Duck. (kj is censoring my blog).
We bobbed in the ocean every day and I told kj if she bobbed every day for one month she would never worry about anything, because when you bob and you just lie there and relax the last thing in the world you would
want to do is worry. You should try it. I'm not sure it works in the bathtub so I recommend a lake or ocean.
So let me tell you about kj's job. Here we are on a street that looks very .nice but if you were here at night when it is dark you shouldn't be because I heard kj say that sometimes there are gunshots at night, not every night but who wants to be having fun on the sidewalk and worry about bang!notfair!.
But mostly kj drives all over town without a worry. She sees grownups in their homes and kids in their homes or schools or daycare places. Every 50 minutes or so, kj is off to another place and she likes all that variety and change so I go along for the ride sometimes. You might be wondering why I am wearing my purple bikini in this picture. Well, even though it was warm enough it was not a good idea. kj said it is never a good idea to walk around town in your bikini because it might give someone the wrong idea, I think she means that someone might think you have bad taste in bathing suits. So if you didn't already know, it is probably wise not to walk anywhere except the beach in your bikini no matter what color it is. I hope this advice helps you.
. Do you believe in dragons? Do you know any? I can't remember why I took this picture but I do remember being surprised about the red high heels. How can a dragon walk in red high heels, not because they're red but because they're high. Anyway, as you can see I have a lot of different friends--not just rabbits like myself. I think it is good to stir things up and not live life like you are looking in a mirror, right? So do you believe in dragons? Do know any? Because you should.
Ms. Lololo painted this of me looking JUBILANT. This is exactly how I look when I get my own way, eat all the jellybeans I want, roll down hills, shoot my new marshmallow gun, laugh so hard I fall to the ground, and kick my feet in the air just for the heck of it. This is how I look when I am happy, when I play, when someone is nice to me, when I am right and everyone knows it. This is what JUBILANT looks like. Do you recognize it?
HAHAHA! Here I am pretending to be Emily Guru. Don't ask me what that weird purple smudge is because that happened mysteriously and if I start thinking about it I will get scared and I don't want to because I am having fun being JUBILANT right now. I can't tell you anything about Budda Bunny because I am too little to know, but I think it has something to do with being smart enough to stop worrying and play instead.
Oh! This! Remember when I got arrested? How I had to stay in jail until kj came with my bail out money and then I was in trouble even though none of this was my fault? I think I would have been okay if there had not been broken bones involved on a child but I didn't not mean to kick her while I was crying from my stomach and kicking my feet in the air and I still wonder why the police did not arrest her instead for walking in front of me while I was on the floor. And it was not my fault that the church people got mad at me for trying to sell multi colored pellets, okay, maybe I shouldn't have said they were jellybeans.
I am the worse best friend this one time because can you believe I forgot to include my best friend Marianne's painting of me and she had to remind me about it from Cairo where she is lying at the pool in the sun drinking fancy drinks that probably make her giggle by the time she's ready for lunch. Marianne paints mandalas and she painted me in one, looking like an angel, don't you think? Everyone should have a best friend like Marianne to get in trouble with.
And finally, in this new year of 2010, I Emily V. V. Rabbit wish everyone a happy silly & who-cares life all year. Thank you for being nice to me most of the time and for sticking up for me about getting paid. I will soon be a guest blogger on Marion's blog and I have permission to swear if I need to.
Yours Truly, Hoppy New Year,
Your Friend Emily