Hippity hoppity...

Word of warning - Don't rub your eye after you have just chopped a bunch of hot greek peppers to put in your sandwich. Ouch!

I am usually pretty good with the common sense thing, but today has been an off day. Yeesh. I am chalking it up to "something in the air" "It's a Monday" and the Portland-esque weather we have been experiencing. (rain, rain and ya know...more rain) I am thankful for the blooming flowers and squelched spring fires that this over abundance of wetness gifts us. But my fingers and toes are getting a bit wrinkly. I like the sunshine. A lot.

No more whining...I promise.

My friend Debbie is an amazing person. We have so many things about us that are different, yet so many that are the same. I think that is why we have been such good friends for such a long time. Because of our differences, it keeps it fresh and sometimes surprising. Let me just say, there are stories. And, because we can accept those quirky weird things about each other and not judge the whole person.

My conversations with her today (they vary each day between 1-10 phone calls in a 24 hour period) have revolved around a bunny. A little 2 week old cotton tailed bunny. She says he is about half the size of the palm of her hand. (I am aweing as I write this even.) Anyway, the bunny or rather bunnies (3 of them) were found by a friend of hers' husband while out in a field. The burrow had been demolished by construction and he heard them squeeling. Poor little guys. They rescued them.

This one particular bunny had his leg tangled in some grass that was given for their bedding. The grass was wound so tight, it broke his hip. Debbie took this little guy into her home and took him to the vet, where they splinted his leg and gave her formula to feed him. She is nursing him back and promises to bring him to my office when she is in town this week. (she is keeping him with her till he heals)

I love this about her. She is one of those people that sees the tiniest, most vulnerable and needy of life and gives it whatever she possibly can, regardless of value another may place on it. (The friends husband vowed to "take care of it" when he returned home from work) It is a life and it needs help. I know that I would do the same thing, but it is in the way she does it. She is so strong and calm about it, whereas I would be drowning in tears over what pain it must be feeling. (sad huh?) Anyway, I think she is awesome.