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Monday, April 30, 2007

Coffee Beans

Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in the coffee beans in 3 seconds, the right half of your brain is better developed than most people.

If you find the man between 3 seconds and 1 minute, the right half of your brain has developed normally.

If you find the man between 1 minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein.

If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, give up, go have another cup of coffee and forget those dreams of becoming a rocket scientist. However, there could be a place for you in either politics or on talk shows.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Please give this woman a room without The View

Finally, the time slot right before the noon news will be basically free of pestilence. Isn't the news depressing enough, without an hour of Ms. O'Donnell to start the afternoon off on the wrong foot?

Finally, I must no longer boycott my favorite news channel. Finally, I am free to resume my relationship with ABC. Finally, I am free to purchase an overpriced ticket at the Magic Kingdom and once again rub shoulders with the great unwashed and sweaty masses.

I have already contacted WFTV with the good news. They were thrilled I am returning.

Speaking of 'horrors' (and we were), last Sunday, Marsh and I went to see UCF's Conservatory Theatre presentation of Rocky Horror Show. It was fabulous and a prime example of me possibly not using good judgement when it comes to one of my kids.

Marsh had a blast!

In my strictly unbiased, uneducated opinion, UCF's Rocky Horror was much better than the movie.

It amazes me that after all these years (The Rocky Horror Show opened in London initially, on June 19, 1973), The Show still has a huge fan basis like this club in the UK.

When asked by his friend, Kira, why he hadn't 'dressed up' for The Show, Marsh mused, "I guess I could have worn Dad's red sequined dress and Mom's black fishnets..."

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Welcome Baby Reese

Last Tuesday, we welcomed Reese Parker Beery to the world and our TMA family.

Her dad, Matt, is a teacher at our school and a fabulous trumpet player. (Hence the pink rabbit playing the trumpet for those of you still confused).

Our theme colors were bright pink and lavendar. Mrs. Schultz sent in delicious cookies, Mrs. Litzell helped dice up the cake and Miss Matz let us borrow her room. Thank you, ladies!

Reese's mom, Amber, graciously allowed her to be passed around for high school students to hold. Brave Mom, you have no idea where those students have been!

Mr. Beery explained how difficult it can be getting up every two hours each night while still holding down a job.

Big brother, Jackson, enjoyed the baby cake, entertained easily distracted students and played with the balloons. After the party, we crammed all of the balloons into his mom's car along with fourteen pieces of extra well-iced cake. I bet THAT was a great ride home!

Ryan and Missi are happy to hold precious Reese, but thankful that come diaper changing time, neither will be anywhere near the baby.

The Happy Beery Family! We love you, Matt, Amber, Jackson and Baby Reese.

Jackson says that if the baby behaves, she can stay around the house a little longer.

Best Wishes Beery Family.

A Walk on the Red Carpet

The Junior Class requests the honor
of your presence at the
2007 Junior ~ Senior Prom
Saturday, May 12th, 2007
from six o'clock to ten o'clock in the evening

The Embassy Suites Hotel
8978 International Drive
Orlando, Florida

Dinner selections include your choice of
Breast of Chicken or Sliced London Broil

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Fishing Family Furthers Fin Fanaticism

Recently, my friend Rick and his son, Kyle, and daughter, Kaley, fished in the Tampa Area YMCA Benefit Flats Tournament. These people amaze me and I have often regaled you on this blog with their fishing proficiency.

Kyle took 1st place for junior anglers with the largest trout.

Kaley won 1st place for junior anglers for the largest Red Fish and 2nd place for the second largest Trout. Kaley, you are SUCH the overachiever, I swear.

Rick was awarded 1st place for the amateur adult male with the largest Red Fish. Rick, amateur adult male sounds 'sketchy' to me to say the least; I might not repeat this again if I were you.

In all, the family took home three new fishing poles and other prizes worth over $500.00. Carolyn, Rick has decided it was 'well worth skipping work' and plans to do so on a regular basis.

As I have long said ‘there will be fishing in Hell’, so this allure of the sea confuses me. However, I am very proud of my friends.

I, myself, have other fish to fry.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Daron's 8th Grade Dance, 2007

"It was the best time I ever had....."

Dear Heidi:

It's been a few days since I last posted. I forgot how much work it is to prepare a teenager for THE BIG DANCE. Pretty much, it takes a village and thankfully we have a big one.

The dress was from Cache, the shoes were from the 14th store we visited. The hair was a major ordeal, the purse was chosen in moments. The 'diamonds' are faux, the smiles are not.

"It was the best time I ever had....."

You will be home for the next dance.


Daron and Paige ~ Daron switched between 'the smile with the teeth and the smile without the teeth' all evening.


Sammy taught Daron how to dance that morning in the gym during the volleyball tournament.

"Alex" ~ a gentleman and a scholar. Alex and Daron had a wonderful time! Thank you, Alex, you are my hero.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Happy 17th Birthday, Marsh

Poet. Pirate.
Big Brother. Artist.
Musician. Little Brother.
Actor. Favorite Son.
Grandson. Warlock.
Friend. Nephew.

I wonder if you know
how great it is
to have a son like you.

It's always meant so much to me
to hear you laugh,
to listen to your ideas,
to watch you grow and learn
and become your own person.

I wonder if you know
how many times
I've been so proud to say,
"That's my son...."

Happy 17th Birthday, Marsh
We love you so much!

Mom, Dad, Heidi and Daron

Sunday, April 15, 2007


Mindy was four and a half months premature when she was born. She only weighed 1 lb 13oz. Mindy is her parents' only child.

"I tell people she came out fighting and she still is fighting," her mother Lynda tells me. "So when she said she was selling her house and enlisting I wasn't surprised. We always told her, you do whatever you need to do and we will back you no matter what."

Mindy had finished college and had been a police officer for 6 years when she decided to enlist with the Military Police (MP) of the United States Army.

"Our daughter has moved to an outpost (in Iraq) with no mail, no electricity and no running water," Lynda says.

Being active Army, Mindy has no time for studying, but hopes to finish her Master's degree when she returns to Germany. She has a major in History and a minor in criminal justice and military history. Mindy has collected military uniforms since she was in Junior High. Someday, she hopes to open a museum.

Heidi ~ after 9/11, you asked me to come over, alone, for dinner at your house, you wanted to 'discuss something' with me. For goodness sakes, I thought you wanted to tell me you were going to marry a Buddhist or something, not that I would be upset about that.

Instead, you told me you wanted to do 'something that mattered'. You were tired of working in the emergency room, seeing the same things over and over again, the same sick people, day after day, dealing with the bureaucracy. You wanted to 'take care of service personnel' which you felt must be 'the highest calling' one could have. You wanted to make a difference.

What was I to say? Dad and I have brought up our children to believe they need to 'give back to mankind', 'it's not all about the money', 'leave something good behind when you are gone'. We never dreamed you'd actually want to take us up on it!

I can't speak for Lynda, but for goodness sakes, you young women (and men) do try your parents' patience. And we are so proud of you for it.

Hey, too bad that ‘dealing with the bureaucracy issue’ didn’t change much, huh?

This is Mindy's favorite poem. As you know, I prefer Billy Collins, but I am shallow and superficial.

Supporting the Three
Written in 1982, by SGT Allan Perkins. Allan was an MP.

I am the Infantry, follow me.
not a foot soldier, we're much more you see.
We'll take the fight to the enemy.
I am the Infantry, the first of the three.

I am the Cavalry, follow me.
A modern horse soldier in an APC.
Charging straight forward to the enemy.
I am the Cav, most daring of the three.

I am the Armor, follow me.
The arm of decision I'll always be.
When the going gets rough, call on me.
I am the Armor, the best of the three.

Armor, Cav, and Infantry
rush headlong into the melee.
Braking the lines like an angry sea
deep into enemy territory.

Approaching a crossroads, what do we see?
The area secured by two lonely MPs
Directing us forward, how can this be?
How long have they been waiting for me?

What a crazy person an MP must be.
He has no firepower or armor like me.
And I thought everyone followed the three
Armor, Cav, and Infantry.

I am the MP, don't follow me.
You don't want to be where I will be.
Guarding the crossroads, waiting for the three.
Just my partner, a sixteen, a sixty and me.

With the objective taken, wait and see.
No one will remember the lonely MP
Who held this ground so they could run free,
But that's my job, supporting the three

"People say what we are all seeking is the meaning of life... I think what we're really seeking is the experience of being alive.." Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Thinking Blogger Award

I have received the Thinking Blogger Award from Gazing at the Flag. Well, that's not what I call her, but you have to and you need to check out her site. Everyday.

You have no idea how honored I am, truly. I feel as if I have won an Oscar or a Tony or maybe a Pulitzer. Don't worry, it's not going to go to my head.

Now I have the privilege of nominating five more bloggers. My assignment, should I care to accept it and I do, is to nominate 'five blogs that make me think'. You are one of those chosen. I can tell you are excited. You should be. Now, you must do it, too. It takes forever to chose five worthy blogs, do up the nominating blog and send out the appropriate emails, so don't bother to thank me.

Scott Kesterson's Afghanistan Blog: Scott says, "A year ago I stood in an armory in NE Portland, watching the final goodbyes of the families and the soldiers that I had yet to come to know. As B. Company was called to formation, the order was given to move out, and the cold chill of reality set in. It was a moment of finality, in which everyone one present said farewell to the person they were, and accepted a fate of unknown change." If I could put five stars on this, I would.

Afghanistan Jag: "Like everything else in the military, complaining will get you nowhere. You have to simply adapt and be patient". I love this Scott's hard work, dedication, determination and the fact he still believes in what he is doing.

Kat at The Middle Ground: She says stuff like "Warmongerer that I am" and "I don't want to say I told you so". I love that. Don't always know what she is talking about, but I like how she says it.

Miserable Donuts: He describes himself as "An Adjustable Citizen-Soldier, He Who Is From A Foundation, An Educational Computer/Computer Based-Instruction Jedi, A PMP'n Senior Peon (from a Corporation that Is Not To Be Named), A Running Dog Capitalist/Economist, A CSM who has had a Kipling Experience and an Author/Prop - Yummy as Krispy Kreme and as strong as Dunkin' Donuts Coffee!" I can't add anything to that.

Sarge at My Army Life and other things: So Sarge is back on American soil, he is still my mentor and sends me wicked email.

Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging. The participation rules are simple:

1). If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,

2). Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,

3). Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.

I like the last option, but I am going to put it on a permanent link, so I may look at it all the time. Every day. And I don't even have to dust it.

Carry on.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

My prayers to St. Fiacre and the Easter Bunny are finally paying off. The garden continues to look healthier by the day and my lack of interest has evidently not upset the roses in the least. To assist me in the undertaking of my next backyard quandary, I found myself in the market for assistance with the swimming pool. Enter Saint Adjutor of Vernon, patron saint of swimmers and swimming. So I am reaching a little here, sue me. (Is that really the theme song for the X Files I hear on that website?)

Not much is known about St. Adjutor, who was a Norman lord, master of Vernon-sur-Seine, a region in France. He was also a knight who fought in the First Crusade. While serving in the Crusades, he was captured by Muslims who tried to force him to abandon his faith. He escaped, apparently swimming to freedom and returned to France, where he became a Benedictine monk. He died in 1131, after spending his last years as a recluse monk in the abbey at Tiron, France.

All things considered, he is the best choice. If you don’t think I am completely serious, then you don’t know me very well.

Speaking of saints, I am still missing John Paul. Thankfully, Pope Benedict XVI is fast-tracking the beatification process, waving the customary five year waiting period for the sainthood procedure. This makes me very happy and Benedict XVI may grow on me yet. We could all use the help of John Paul as I am of the opinion the man has a direct line to The Power That Be.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Scott over at Afghanistan Jag did some great work on Easter. Please click here to read all about it.

Scott and about 30 Air Force, Army, Navy and coalition soldiers joined forces to help distribute about 200 bags of collected food ~ sacks of wheat, flour, rice and beans~ and other supplies (including portable stoves) for a village of thousands washed out by a flood.

Scott was afraid no one would show up Sunday it being a holiday with several activities planned for Easter such as a basketball tournament, movies, etc.

The "nay-sayers" told Scott no one would show up that early on their day off. Scott believe and proved them wrong. Way to go to Scott and his fellow soldiers. You make me so proud! I think your Easter was most excellently spent and I hope you are all blessed for it.

And Scott, ditto on the priorities issue. After I read your post today, I fired off a wicked email to CNN.com. Any family member or close friend of mine will tell you I am known for this. I’m also currently boycotting a number of companies and products.

At CNN, the first question I had to answer was ‘whether or not my email was positive or negative’. I said positive, as I was positive they wouldn’t know news if it bit them in the...and asked them to please ‘shutthehellup’ about Don Imus. Six Canadian soldiers were murdered yesterday in Afghanistan and, quite frankly, THAT was more important. Not than I am an Imus fan or anything, but he’s been suspended, let’s move on. Yada, yada, yada. I promptly changed the channel from CNN to the soaps, which the dog prefers anyway.

Like CNN cares what I think.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Easter at Emeril's, the quick 'trip to Italy' and that's just the way it is.

Do you think someone, somewhere is enjoying the Cadbury eggs I mailed to you two weeks ago for Easter? I hope they are being kind to the peeps.

I am supremely honored to be here and here.

What in heaven's name is this about???? Be patient and all will be revealed.

As you may or may not remember, Diana and Gary drew our name for Christmas this past year. WOW, did they go all out! First, there were the tickets to the Chris Botti concert (fabulous) and then an extremely generous gift certificate to Emeril's. I though perhaps we should wait until you come home to use it, (you WERE to be home for Easter) but then decided we would just go to New Orleans and eat at THAT Emeril's when you come home. What do you think, are you game?

Dad and Marsh discuss politics on the way over to City Walk and whether or not Hilary has a chance in the upcoming election. We took the boat from the Portofino Bay Hotel. Marsh (who has been there at least three times) could not remember having ever been there. Sigh.

Dad was told the reservations were for 6 not 6:30, to make sure we arrived on time. I am positive this tactic will not always work.

Marsh had the steak and a twice-baked potato which everyone decided would be what YOU would have ordered. He gave it two thumbs up.

I had this lovely dish, which believe it or not, is Andouille Crusted (encrusted?)Texas Redfish. I agree. Who would ever think it was fish??? Those are shoe string potatoes, dress shoes as apposed to athletic shoes.

What is andouille? Per Wikipedia, andouille is a spiced, heavily smoked, pork sausage, primarily composed of pig intestines and stomach. Glad I read that today and not yesterday. The recipe was brought to the New World by the French colonists of Louisiana and Cajun andouille is the best-known variety in the United States. Cajun andouille is made of the butt or shank meat and fat, seasoned with salt, cracked black pepper, garlic and smoked over pecan wood and sugar cane for up to seven or eight hours. The resulting sausage is used in a wide range of Louisiana dishes, such as gumbo, jambalaya, red beans and rice, and étouffée. LaPlace, Louisiana has proclaimed itself the Andouille Capital of the World, and holds a huge festival in October of each year.

After our delicious dinner, Marsh and Daron 'motored' around our little 'piece of Italy'. Both are still miffed they missed out on the real thing last October. I told the munchkins you would make it up to them. Don't bother to thank me. Double click the picture and see Daron's sweet face. She looks like a French movie star.

Will he ever learn how to drive? I think my nerves won't take it.

Sunday morning, we visited Tami's church, St. Luke's. The pastor said something I needed to hear and something I won't soon forget. This seldom happens when I am in church, so I wrote it down. "Don't let Easter go by with you still believing, 'Well, this is just the way it is, just the way it has to be'," he said. He was talking about our relationship with God and, I believe, things in general. We don't have to settle for what we think we deserve from life and what sorry relationship with might currently have with God or anybody else, for that matter. All is NOT lost. It is what we make it. I, for one, need to be reminded of this. Perhaps on a daily basis.

More bunnies......

It's apparent I can't get enough of rabbits and bunnies this spring. Remember Patrick, that black and white bunny you got for St. Patrick's Day, way back? How he 'went away to live with the other bunnies'.......

Please visit the bunnies at Angry Alien Productions. I think you will like them. This is a particular favorite of mine ~ look here as the bunnies re-create 007.

Finally, Marsh and Daron, what are they doing? What looks like an ad for teeth whiteners or the possible evils of not flossing, is actually M & D in a room with a black light. Black light? Yep. This was the one picture we took using the flash. Seems their teeth glow in the dark without the flash. Goof balls.



Sunday, April 08, 2007

Helen Drylie Wolcott ~ March 2, 1910 - March 22, 2007

Somebody's makin my life mighty glad
Somebody's kind to me when I feel sad
Somebody's missin' me when we're apart
Precious somebody the pride o' my heart.
Somebody's fair to me all the way through
Somebody's trustin' me knows I am true
Somebody's dearer than words can define
Precious somebody, Somebody o' mine..

Grandma Helen died on Thursday, March 22, 2007 at the age of 97. She was born in Pittsburgh, PA on March 2, 1910 to her parents, Joseph and Mabel P. Marsh. Mrs. Drylie-Wolcott was a medical assistant, a Director of Religious Education, was for thirty years in service with the National Aging Program, including a Directorship of the Pinellas County Coalition on Aging. She was an active member of Altrusa, Int. for twenty years, a member and past President of the St. Claire Daughters of the King, a prayer order. Most recently, she was the Co-Director of the Institute for Biblical Literacy in Athens, GA.

Helen was predeceased by her husbands, Herbert D. Drylie, Sr., Robert L. Kaechele and Robert H. Wolcott. She was also predeceased by her two children, Dr. David M. Drylie, a local physician, and Herbert (Dick) Drylie, Jr. a Commander and fighter pilot with the US Navy as well as a granddaughter, Laura Drylie Dougherty . She is survived by her five grandchildren: David Drylie of Christmas, FL, Deedee Drylie of Atlanta, GA, Deborah Drylie of Gainesville, FL, Diana Murphy of Santa Monica, CA, and Dicky Drylie of Virginia Beach, VA. She is also survived by nine great-grandchildren.

Dearest Heidi, I find it hard to believe we have lost not one, but three wonderful, brave, courageous women in our family since you have been gone. When I last saw Grandma, ten days before she died, I told her you sent your love and a big Happy Birthday. She squeezed my hand and smiled. She never failed to ask how you were doing and to tell me how proud she was of you.

Aunt Deborah gave this thoughtful, heartfelt tribute to Grandma Helen at her memorial. Those of us who knew her know how perfectly it describes "Dr. Grandma":

"If there is one word which comes to mind when I think of my grandmother, it is “color” – specifically, the color purple.

Indulge me for a moment and close your eyes and envision the color purple – from the lightest shade of lavender to the deepest darkest amethyst – that is the rainbow which was Grandma Helen.

Her love of purple goes back to my earliest memory of her – when I was a young child and spent a rare and precious weekend with her and she pronounced that we were both “purple people”…. A bond we shared, almost as a special secret.

Another word to describe Grandma ….”particular”. She was “particular” about everything. I think that it sounds better than “picky”. In the last few years, there were times when her being “particular” could be a trial of one’s patience.

Miss Marie, a God sent angel to this family, can attest to this sometimes trying but ultimately lovable characteristic. She took grandma to CVS so many times for just the right watch. They’d purchase a watch one week, only to return it the next! It finally got to the point Miss Marie had to pull a sales clerk aside and convince her to refuse acceptance of another returned watch from Grandma.

One day, maybe 8 months ago, Marie called me somewhat upset about Grandma’s announced plans for their day together. Apparently, Grandma had become unhappy with her pillow and after several trips to several stores, finally found just the right one. She returned to The Villages, tore off the tags, threw away the receipt and used that pillow for several weeks. Then, suddenly, on Monday she announces to Marie that the pillow was no good, too lumpy, and must be returned. It was her insistence upon returning a used pillow, with no tags and no receipt, and some degree of uncertainty as to the place of purchase which prompted Miss Marie’s call.

After explaining the situation and background, Marie and I concluded two things. First, there would be no stopping this (at the time) 96 year old woman from doing exactly as she intended and second, if there was anyone who could convince a sales clerk to accept the return of a pillow (used), with no tags and no receipt it would be Grandma.

When I was preparing for today, I thought back to the only other memorial service during which I said a few words – that was my dad’s – Grandma’s oldest son.

With my dad, it was a sudden and unexpected heart attack at what I increasingly see as the tender age of 65. In reflecting on his untimely death almost 10 years ago, I’ve come to see a silver lining in the relationship which sprung up with my Grandmother. A relationship and closeness which grew and blossomed when I wasn’t even looking.

After my dad’s death, Grandma moved here to Gainesville so her increasing needs could be more easily looked after and attended to. Over the last 10 years, those needs increased and resulted in the loss of her independence and consequently, increasing dependence on others. Yet, each loss was faced with wisdom, resolve and quiet acceptance of her ever-greater list of limitations and ailments.

For me, only after her death have I come to fully understand and appreciate that my father’s death opened the door for me to enjoy and experience an enriched relationship with Grandma Helen – a relationship which likely would not have occurred if it had not been borne out of loss.

Towards the end of Grandma’s long life, especially when compared to her husbands and sons, she frequently questioned why she was still here – her feelings of uselessness frustrated and confounded her. She wanted a purpose for her life and was far too humble to even consider the possibilities – the possibility that her purpose was to show and lead by example her family and friends towards a pathway of life filled with dignity, determination, grace and acceptance while never losing the essence of herself. A particularly colorful person who could (and did) indeed convince a sales clerk to accept a used, tagless, receiptless pillow …"

The poem, loved by Grandma and used for her memorial program, was written by Norman Bright, British POW, during WWII.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

"That's right Joel. Our invention this week is based on one's natural inclination to bite the heads off of chocolate bunnies" ~ Mystery Science Theater 3000, 1988.

Today, in honor of spring, we shall look at rabbits, bunnies, pikas and hares. Also, interesting and/or sometimes silly, quotes about the same.

Name these 22 bunny rabbits found in literature, television and the movies and win a prize! Send your guesses to me at kiwixmas@aol.com.


Bugs Bunny: "No, look at the life rabbits lead. Dogs, hunters, hasenpfeffer... these rabbit's feet have never brought me any luck!" ~ Bowery Bugs, 1949.


Stormy: "We could dress them up like bunnies, and dip them in chocolate!" ~ Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers, 1989.


Wallace: "Aah, the old BV6000, Ma'am, err... capable of 125 rpm - that's "rabbits per minute" ~ Wallace & Gromit, Curse of the Were-Rabbit, 2005.


Dale Cooper: [speaking into tape recorder] "Diane, I'm holding in my hands a small box of chocolate bunnies" ~ Twin Peaks, 1990.


"With bunnies running for their lives" ~ Homestarrunner.com, 2006.


Laurie Partridge: "All you guys think we're interested in is being cheerleaders or homecoming queens. And then, if we're real lucky, we can all grow up to be Playboy bunnies" ~ The Partridge Family, 1970.


Dr. Mark Greene: “Bunnies?” ~ ER, 1994


"Bingo! Think about it Ted- I put the bunnies in the last place he'd ever expect to find them! In his own room- he'd never look there!" ~ Father Ted, 1995.


Meatwad: “Our minds must be conflicting because you say plague of snakes and all I hear is Easter bunny, Easter bunny, Easter bunny.” ~ Aqua Teen Hunger Force, 2000.


"Aw, nut bunnies!" ~ Freakazoid, 1995.


“Hey, that cloud looks like a fluffy bunny!”

“You'd better hope that's not it. The fluffy bunny cloud symbolizes death and destruction.”

Avatar: The Last Airbender, 2005


Faith Rosco: “You were here. You saw what happened. I offered the little snit a job and she comes after me like a bunny out of hell. That's assault and if you don't take her in I'm going straight to ADA Lancing and I will have your badge.” ~ General Hospital, 1963.


Ethel Mertz: “Fred, I'm sorry I said you were a dumb bunny.” ~ I Love Lucy, 1951.


Michael McBride: [looks in sack] “Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?” ~ Darby O’ Gill and the Little People, 1959.


Tim: “I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it?” ~ Monte Python and the Holy Grail, 1975.


Bugs Bunny: [sung] “I dream of Genie, she's a light brown hare.” ~ 1001 Rabbit Tales, 1982.


“Bunnies make him sneeze something awful.” ~ The Tale of the Bunny Picnic, 1986.


Mad Hatter: "Really Hare! Do you have to make so much noise while I'm reading? You know I like it quiet enough to hear a feather fall." ~ Adventures in Wonderland, 1991.


Dangerous Davies: "A receding hare-line!" ~ The Last Detective, 2003.


"My, what a lovely carrot' said the hippo.

"Yes, but is it organic?" said the rabbit in a squeaky voice. ~ Black Books, 2000.


Bo Duke: "You know, when I got up this mornin', the biggest thing on my mind was to do a little rabbit huntin' " ~ The Dukes of Hazzard, 1979.


Father Ted Crilly: "Because, Dougal, my nerves are shot and I won't be able to relax until the only rabbit left is the one sitting in your head working the controls." ~ Father Ted, 1995.

Happy Easter, you bunny.