My name is Becki and I am a single Mom to two magical people who are smack dab in the midst of teendom. That they grew under my heart does not, in any way, influence my opinion at all.
We live in East Haven, Connecticut with our dog, band instruments, baseball bats, an abundance of legos, colored pencils and a recent influx of really cool markers, socks that accumulate at an alarming rate and laughter. We live with lots of love and laughter in our house. If you ever have the privilege of raising children I highly recommend raising funny and/or smart children. I will further assert that my children are who they are in spite of me, so I am grateful that I my kids ended up in my nest.
In the spirit of partial disclosure, I think of this as a “get to know me” so I can rant and pontificate unbridled in this blog. I am nice most of the time, messy a lot of the time, early for most things, angry at mean people, terrible at math and really good at procrastinating (Olympic caliber). I wish I was a better person but if I have a conviction about something, it’s unlikely I can be swayed but I will listen with an open mind. I hate being wrong or scared or cold and those padiddles (cars with only one working headlight) fall under the category of pet peeve.
I will wax poetic about my job search, politics (though let’s face it I am a babe in the woods compared to some really smart people), motherhood, dating when you are close to an aarp card, kindness and justice, pop culture references (and to the embarrassment of my friend Shannon, Star Wars will, in fact, come up), friendships, my dog and the annoying things that make up being a redhead.
As to the title, when I was in second grade my parents were going to back to school night and it was really important to me, apparently, that my parents see my bunny. Given that we made bunnies, I can only assume it was near Easter. And in that vein, I was very specific about where my bunny was, as if they were incapable of reading my name or asking the teacher. It was the third bunny from the right next to the pencil sharpener.
And now you know where my bunny was.
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