tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81146426897120188252024-03-13T02:50:56.336-04:00Bunnu's BlogI have a lot to say and yet nothing to say at all.Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-82281180328845784642010-12-05T15:16:00.001-05:002010-12-05T15:17:13.355-05:00It's the most wonderful time of the year??Thanksgiving is over and there isn't much to say about it except that I'm GLAD it's over. So now it's on to my least favorite holiday...Christmas. Feel free to enjoy my Thanksgiving desserts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmmm...pie filling!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made this apple pie with love <3</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hypnocake pre icing. Not a very impressive cake just wait until you cut it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My best friend suggested this color and it totally worked.</td></tr>
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<span id="goog_1525349958"></span><span id="goog_1525349959"></span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-36517558470100896682010-11-17T02:04:00.000-05:002010-11-17T02:04:43.914-05:00One more day up in the canyons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This weekend I went on a field trip. I drove hours and hours to see a National Historic Landmark. I heard about the Natural Bridge and decided a drive through the Virginia mountains in the fall seemed like a wonderful idea. An added bonus was the deepest caverns on the east coast and a the wax museum. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The scenes on the drive there did not disappoint.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Not the best picture I have ever taken, but I had my eyes on the road as I pointed my camera out the window. The drive was peaceful, vibrant and I was in Natural Bridge before I knew it.<br />
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When I got to the town I thought I might have been in the wrong place because it looked almost desolate. After a few miles I saw a huge billboard pointing the way to the caverns. I drove up a steep driveway to find an unpaved parking lot and maybe five cars. I went in the gift shop and got my tickets and when on the tour with a decent group of people. While in the caverns we passed another tour and I couldn't help but wonder how all these people got to this place, because their cars sure as hell weren't outside. The tour wasn't long, but it was interesting. My first time going into caverns and I really enjoyed the experience.<br />
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After that I drove less than a mile down the road to the Natural Bridge gift shop and right next door was the wax museum. This place was no Madame Tussauds to say the very least. There was an odd religious theme to the whole thing. The first display as soon as you walked in was this:<br />
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The stage eventually lit up and there was this whole show describing how the positions of each apostles means something. They then spoke about the crucifixion and who Jesus was as a person. A back light came on and stage right I saw Jesus again looking down at a man under a tree. Center stage was Jesus on the cross. It was all so very odd. Mostly because I couldn't leave the wax museum without seeing this presentation. Thanks for forcing religion on me, Virginia!<br />
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After the wax museum I took the trail down to the Natural Bridge. It started with a long staircase beside an adorable creek that leads to a small cafe.<br />
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I walked down the stairs and around a corner and almost didn't even realize that the Bridge was right in front of me. I think I expected some sort of notice before reaching it, but there it was. It was stunning and I don't think my pictures show that at all:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibly George Washington's initials.</td></tr>
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I continued on the Cedar Creek Trail to see the Lace Waterfalls. It was mile each way, yet it didn't feel like it. I definitely think I'm going to take another trip there in the spring. The creek and the falls were lacking water and I would love to see them when they're overflowing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monacan Indian Village I passed along the way.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Lost River</td></tr>
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The trip was worth the long drive, especially since I took a very long detour on the Blue Ridge Parkway at sunset. At one point A Long December by Counting Crows came on the radio and it was kinda perfect.<br />
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As far as I'm concerned, there are few things better than fall colors at sunset.Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-37604734075945257662010-10-31T18:12:00.001-04:002010-10-31T18:14:38.610-04:00Happy Halloween!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And to celebrate enjoy this gif from the first horror movie I ever saw. I was 4 years old and it scared me to death. It also began my life long love of horror movies.</span><br />
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</span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-71889895055725490032010-10-29T17:04:00.000-04:002010-10-29T17:04:44.679-04:00I said it once before but it bears repeating now<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I wrote this almost two years ago and figured I'd post it here:</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;">In my twenty-five years on this planet I have had my fair share of crushes. Okay, I've had more than my fair share. There have been a few crushes that were more intense than others and I've found that they had one thing in common - mystery.<br />
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Every girl I know has had a thing for a guy like this at least once in her life. These guys were distant, quiet, and brooding. Every girl thought he was cute and he didn't seem to notice. He was artsy and beautiful. He was the cool guy, but not the obnoxious kind. His friends just seemed too infantile for him and you were certain that if you just got the chance to talk to him he would fall head over heels for you. Alas, you never got the guy and eventually you moved on.<br />
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Years later I have found that I still hold a special place in my heart for these mystery guys. You will see these guys and feel like a child again. Sometimes they're still mysterious but, more often than not they have completely burst the enigmatic bubble you've put them in for years. Instead of dating the artsy, free-spirited chick you knew he would be with, he is with a girl that is "so oatmeal" (thank you Lauren) you almost can't stand it. At this moment all you can think is, <i>I thought you were different Mystery Guy</i>. He is now hanging out with this girl and her vanilla friends and you wonder if he really is happy or if he is just conforming because it seemed like the right thing to do.<br />
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The truth is, what if that was the mystery all along? What if he was just like everyone else? He played the brooding teenager and has grown up to be just as oatmeal as his girlfriend. I guess that's part of growing up, realizing the truth about people. So for now the mystery is gone and he shall proceed to get married, have 2.5 kids, a picket fence, and a dog.<br />
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But he is still really cute.</span></i></span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-91359711281078917602010-10-25T01:22:00.000-04:002010-10-25T01:22:35.219-04:00The only good bug is a dead bug<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ever since I've had cable television I have had what I like to call my "Movie of the Moment". When there is nothing on TV that has tickled my fancy it becomes my go-to movie. It's always some movie that's on rotation on cable and I watch it pretty much every day. After about a month and a half I'm usually done with it and it's on to the next flick.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A few weeks ago the Starz family of channels have started showing Starship Troopers. I have watched it every single day for the past two and a half weeks and show no signs of stopping. This is, by far, Casper Van Dien's best movie. And personally I prefer Denise Richards as a brunette.</span><br />
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</span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-51748127945123649752010-10-24T00:55:00.000-04:002010-10-24T00:55:10.179-04:00This is what I have to look forward to<b>Grandma: </b>Whatcha doin'?<br />
<b>Bunnu:</b> Watchin' Pirate Radio.<br />
<b>Grandma:</b> Pirate Radio?<br />
<b>Bunnu:</b> Yes.<br />
<b>Grandma:</b> Pirate like Johnny Depp?<br />
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At 76 years of age, one would think my grandmother would say, "Pirate like Blackbeard?" or "Pirate like the Jolly Roger?" or even "Pirate like Pirates of the Caribbean?" Not my grandmother. My grandmother is apparently a 13 year old girl.<br />
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I suppose her hysterical word association doesn't really beat the question her twin sister asked me later. I was about 90 minutes into the movie with my great-aunt sitting nearby the entire time when she says, "So this is just a movie about World War II?"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What made this worse was that every single time the little boy moved an inch his grandmother would yank the leash...hard.</div>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-47101078737240430762010-10-19T00:59:00.002-04:002010-10-20T01:03:12.071-04:00Love is a battlefield and I am a sniper<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm pretty sure I'm a cupid. I read on Wikipedia that Cupid is usually depicted having two sets of arrows, gold-tipped and lead-tipped. The gold arrows inspire love whereas the lead arrows inspire hatred. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I shoot guys with a gold arrow, but the love moves slow. It's kind of like a slow-release formula. The potion </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">opens their eyes as to what they want in a woman and shows them that they can get exactly what they deserve. I then shoot them with the lead arrow which has a much quicker effect and they soon begin to hate me. The relationship ends and they immediately find a woman they just absolutely can't get enough of. I'm happy to be the catalyst for such bliss...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">even if it means I'm left alone.</span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-17814709979434228052010-10-01T13:44:00.001-04:002010-10-01T13:44:54.993-04:00Shut your mouth cause no one cares.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I was talking to my best friend and stated that I talk a ton and 78% of what I say is meaningless. I told him I did the math and he said he wanted to see the pie chart. I told him I didn't have one so he made one for me. It's very accurate.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But what do I know?</span></div>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114642689712018825.post-70177918000727506322010-09-12T01:45:00.000-04:002010-09-12T01:45:20.040-04:00I was ready for a fight.<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had an issue with my local GameStop. The first time I went there the all male staff barely acknowledged my existence in the store. They didn't greet me or try to engage me in any form of general salesman banter. In fact they spent the entire time talking to the other customers in the store. All of the other customers were men. I left the store feeling a little insulted. I'm not what some would call a "serious gamer", but I'm a gamer none the less. I felt like because I was female they were less than accommodating. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On my second trip the store was empty. Just me and the cashier. He greeted me and asked if he could help me with anything. I let him know I was okay, picked up some accessories for my DSi and took them right to the counter. As he was ringing up my things he asked, "Would you like to pre-order Harry Potter?" I noticed a sign on the counter urging me to pre-order the new Assassin's Creed and I said, "Why would you think I'd want Harry Potter? Why didn't you ask me about Assassin's Creed?" He stood for a second looking sort of stunned and replied that he didn't know and proceeded to try and get me to pre-order that instead. I politely declined and left the store. When I told my best friend about the encounter he said what I was thinking the entire time, "It's probably because you're a girl."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After all of that I was rather delighted on Friday when I decided to head back to the store and buy Metroid: Other M. I was kind of excited to see what dick head move I was going to encounter. I walked into the empty store and was greeted by the two men behind the counter. I headed straight for Metroid and as I reached my hand out to grab it the older of the two said "We have it right here." I thanked him and walked to the counter. Both men were really nice. The older one gave me the art folio that was reserved for people who pre-ordered and the younger one talked with me about what we heard about the game. They were both very cool and chatty.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I had left my house that night just aching for some sexual discrimination and I got the opposite. I guess you can say I was pleasantly disappointed.</span></span>Bunnuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08216098085523674440noreply@blogger.com0