Wild Wabbits Wovins

Well, I can honestly say there is a first time for everything.

It all began yesterday morning when I was sitting in my white wooden rocker on my front porch drinking my first cup of coffee of the morning. It was a teaser Spring day with temperatures reaching near 65, full of sunshine, clear skies with a light breeze. It was just the kind of day I needed to reaffirm my appreciation for the wonderful people in my life.

Gently rocking, I noticed a cute little rabbit hopping through the yard. It stopped right in front of the porch, almost straight in front of me. As I gazed at the lone rabbit, another appeared. Once again, I am thinking "how cute." It isn't strange to have these rabbits scamper and frolic in the yard year round. In my mind, I know these creatures are enjoying this weather too. So, I just sat quietly, rocking and drinking, minding my business. Then, it turns....well, I'll never be the same.

First, I thought the rabbits were fighting, thinking maybe it was over territory, like my yard is a prime spot, a rabbit resort . It could be in rabbit terms. I do understand how animals are and their actions; I do watch plenty of Animal Planet and The Discovery Channel. Well, then the 2nd visiting rabbit hopped on the 1st rabbit. Uh? What? Oh no, they aren't? Um, they are!

And of course, I sat and watched in amazement. For some reason, I was in a rabbit trance. I stopped rocking, as I didn't want to make a noise and disturb these little love rabbits. I recalled thinking "what are you doing" and then I told myself to shut up. After 1o minutes or so, I quietly stood and tip-toed inside to tell Brad that there was something going on outside. (The only disruption I was causing was interfering with his March Madness.) Brad reluctantly came out on the porch, looked at the rabbits, said nothing and went back inside. A bit disappointed from his reaction, I refilled my coffee cup numerous times that morning and enjoyed the "miracles" of nature. It was a free show; heck, it was in my yard!

So, today, there was another lone rabbit in the yard. I was standing on the porch, gazing up at the clouds, once again thankful for another Spring like day before I even noticed it. You could say the rabbit was there first. And just like the day before, another rabbit showed up. They both chewed on my nice brownish green grass, moving slightly closer each mouth full. After about 15-20 minutes, (yes, I am still standing on the porch, and yes, drinking coffee) the rabbits are side by side. I look away, following a pair of blue birds who have taken up residence in my backyard. And when my eyes return back to the rabbits, well, they're going at it. I will never question the saying "doing it like rabbits" ever again! I need to research if there is assistance for female rabbits; I felt sorry for her. I am glad I am not a rabbit.

Needless to say, I didn't stare as long as I did the first time. I don't want them to go back to the rabbit hole and tell their little rabbit friends I am a rabbit stalker or something. I mean, I do have a reputation to uphold. Again, it was too nice of a day to be indoors, and I wasn't going to let a little "wild wabbits wovins" to keep me inside. I returned my coffee cup to the kitchen and grabbed my ear buds to take a nice stroll about the block. The door closing stirred the rabbits a bit. My most sincere apologies, rabbits. I was just going to ignore what was going on and go on my merrily way.

Unbeknownst to me, there were a total of six rabbits in my yard! What? Is my yard now a rabbit love haven? No, my front and side yard is a rabbit whorehouse! I saw one rabbit have relations with two other rabbits! Ugh! This time, I gave no apologies - I clapped my hands and screamed a bit to break up this madness.

What the heck did I witness and who do I call? I definitely need Elmer Fudd on speed dial because it is definitely Wabbit Season!

To Blog or Not to Blog...That is the question.

I have toyed with the idea of blogging for years now, never knowing if I really had enough to say or write. But, it appears to me that everyday there is either a lesson to learn, a reason to smile, a reason to cry, a reason to vent, a reason to be thankful, a reason to go on and on and on and on. You get the picture.

Now, what to talk about on my blog debut... Should I remember this day like a virgin touched for the very first time, as my blog virginity is being explored. Will I bore my readers to death? Will they be on their knees begging for more? Who knows, but let's see how far this gets me...

As most of you know, I am Stacy, full of sass, hence the nickname Sassy Stacy. Is it a good trait? Not sure, but it gets me by. I am actually quite shy, maybe a bit more timid, and that may be the reason I have hesitated to blog in the past.

Is there a "Blogging for Dummies" book out there? What are the rules? And how can I break them? Is there music, dancing, drinking, and laughing involved?

Will blogging become my next addiction? Watch out world, Stacy is here!