Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Happiness-causing items of late

1. Barbra Streisand is BACK!! That's right, after nearly 15 years out of the TV circuit (or some lofty
quote like that), the magnificent Babs is finally here again. She's here. She's front and center. She's singing. She's interviewing. She's in the news. And I absolutely fucking love it. Welcome back, Babs!

2. Fall weather. Ahhhh, yes. At last, the return of the most refreshingly glorious season of the year is here. So many things are wonderful about fall. The disgusting summer humidity bids adieu and hair is once again able to look presentable. Walking to work becomes not a disgusting sweaty mess but rather a crisp and brisk wake up call. Blazers rear their heads again. Leather jackets resurface. Red wine is appealing again. Overpriced iced coffee is no longer a mandate. PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES return. It's a season full of wonder and wonderment, a season of new shoes, new shows, new clothes and new beginnings. Yes, autumn, I am glad you are back and hope you stick around longer than usual this year. Cheers to you.

3. New Apple proudcts. I love technology. I am a tech snob. A whore of all things Apple. The worst kind of whore there is. I tire of owning the same devices, the same technological interfaces bore me, and I long for innovation from the fruitiest of fruity tech companies on a consistent basis. But sadly, those times are few and far between, just once every couple years if we're lucky. And now (right now!!) it's that time. New iPhones. Updated iOS. Apple watches and their imminent, taunting release dates. Oh boy, I can't wait for all of it. Give it to me. Give all of it to me.

4. Family. It's been a bit of a rocky road paving the way of my life during these past few months. No pity, please. Pity does not please me (alliteration again). Facts are facts. In lieu of this, I set out to make this past summer the summer of family. I took a slew of trips during the summer months (yes that's right, even non-trip-oriented me) and I took them all to family-located destinations. Montreal with the motherboard, Chicago (with myself) to see all parentals, cousins, a grandma, new babies (well, one baby) and such. And lastly, Boca Raton (with the babiest of my baby cousins ABNewman) to hang with another grandma. And I learned something during these plentiful trips. I learned not something actually but rather quite a bit. I learned that it is not the absence of family that has the biggest impact but rather the presence of it. Life has a way of marching by and it can be easy to overlook the monumental importance of family throughout. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. It still happens with or without family in there. It is only when family re-enters your life that the incomparable specialness of it truly resonates. There are few people in your life who will love you unconditionally, well, unconditionally if you are lucky like me. Friends come and go, colleagues get replaced. Even spouses can be fleeting. The people who remain through all of it, though, through the trials and tribulations, the bullshit, the drama and problems of the heart... those people are family. After all, at the end of the day, water will flow but blood is always just a little bit thicker.

Love,
Rachel

Did someone say hipster?








Bonjour Bunnies!

Going to make this a short one today in the spirit of gettingother shiz done on this lovely fall morning. 

Anyway, it's been a #selfieseptember thus far and in looking back at a few of my recent selfies and also, er, from some commentary by friends, coworkers and such, I've ascertained that I have quite resembled a hipster as of late. 

Out of character? Perhaps (to you). 


Comfy? You bet. 

Awesome? Maybe. You decide. 

Hjpster is the New Bunny. 

HITNB. 

Too much? 

Anyway, here are a few of my hipster-esque ensembles as of late. 

Ya know, just in case anyone was wondering.

Shame on me for the selfie selfishness but oh well. At least I didn't do this on, gasp, FACEBOOK!

xo Buns

RBunny (or HBunny)

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Jeff Goldblum: The Nerdy Fabulous Actor Turned Singer?

If I had to be surrounded in ads today, lesbihonest, I could think of worse ones than Ellen!! Amirite? Cheers to that. #ellen 
http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/1050329/jeff-goldblum-sings-jurrasic-park-theme-song-on-seth-meyers

Musings of the Moment

Bunny Buns,

Greetings. On this thirtheenth commemoration of September 11th, I thought it my duty to bring a little ray of sunshine to this otherwise somber day. What better way to do so than to list out a few queries / sources of confusion / societal ponderings that have graced my mind over the recent past. See below.

  • Since when has it become socially and/or societally acceptable for someone to assume I will go over to their apt AS a first date? And no, I do not mean POST-first date, I mean AS first date. Read: Other person offers to cook brunch. Really? I have never met you save for the totally-nonhuman-meeting online that is totally NOT a meeting, therefore I am by no stretch of the imagination even toying with the idea of going over to your apartment. Child, please
  • I have a bone to pick with Tinder. Yeah, yeah, I am starting to see and recognize that much of the content on the b-logue of blogs has centered around dating as of late. Diversity, you say! I know, I am trying. But sometimes we must write about what we know right? In any case, Tinder, I am enjoying your keen ability to allow me to meet some lovely, er, people, however, I don't much appreciate your vagueness. Why can't I be more specific? Brown hair, sporty, good cook... I'm very particular here, dammit, and you're not giving me much option! See what you can do about that, k?
  • Is there really anything wrong with wearing an all-black outfit and brown shoes? From recent reactions, it seems to be the widespread answer is yes, something is offensively wrong with it indeed. Given the recent lack of color in my wardrobe, I have myself been sporting a great deal of black outfits with brown shoes (fabulous ones of course), only to the dismay of those around me. "Uh, Rachel, you know those are brown, right?" Yeah. But I'm going to stick with it. #fashionfail or #fuckfashion. You decide.
  • The Prince of Tides was neither about princes nor tides. Discuss. Whoops, just kidding, that's a query by the lovely Ms. Streisand. I confused myself for a moment. Forgive me. I am just so overzealously excited about the return of the incomparable BABS!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Et maintenant, je suis finis... pour le moment. 

Salut mes lapins!
Rachel

Monday, August 18, 2014

RBunny has expanded from the Bunnylogue (!!)

Hey Kids!

If you don't follow me on social media, you may not have yet heard the news that I've expanded my Bunny horizons outside of the still-fabulous (ahem) B-logue. Yes, that's right, Buns, I've somehow manage to bridge three of my favorite topics -- celebrity, scanning the internet, and duh, writing -- into one writing gig.

I posted my to-come bio a couple weeks ago and there is finally some meat there to share with you all. I am a weekly contributor to SheKnows Entertainment! Yes! Woo! And entertaining is it ever.

So, in the spirit of trying to aggregate all my writing into one centralized location, here are links to my first two SK Entertainment published articles. And might I say, on two pretty fierce celebs: The King of Pop and Ms. Queen Bey, the fabulous diva-licious Beyonce.

So, have a read, enjoy and let me know what y'all think!

http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/1047217/watch-michael-jacksons-new-video-that-made-twitter-history

http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/1047465/is-beyonce-trying-to-shoot-down-split-rumors-with-this-new-trailer

Cheers,
RBuns

Friday, August 1, 2014

Dating Woes

So, in case anyone missed the memo, I'm single and ready to mingle, thirty (something), flirty and thriving, and free to roam the world of dating these days.

Exciting? Maybe a bit. Annoying? Quite a bit more. Terrifying? Completely.

It's been a while since I truly explored the wondrous world of online dating. It's really a bottomless pit of, well, the pits. Sometimes. I mean, not everyone online could be a troll I would imagine. Right? Like, how could that be numerically plausible that every human being present on a dating site is unappealing? Forgive me if I sound callous or judgmental (I am but we're going to pretend I'm not for the sake of this post), for I am merely reporting on my experiences and thoughts thus far. (Well, save for a couple people that is).

Well, anyway, having set up a few dates in recent days passed, I have found myself in a state of forgetfulness as to how one should act on a date. What questions are appropriate and not so much so? Can I wear these really short shorts that I wear to the supermarket? Wait, probably not, right? These are the types of queries that go through my mind as I'm gearing up for a.... drumroll... DATE. In the spirit of list-loving, here are some of the dating woes and quandaries and questions I've pondered or wanted to ask as of late:

  • Do you really want to sit here after nine plus hours of your (what I hope is) work day and talk about what you do for a living? Maybe I am way cookie cutter but that has proved to be my most frequently broached subject matter. Apparently I'm married to my own job?
  • Is this just another calendar entry on your iCal? Is the rest of your week/month/year planned out with names such as "Bunny Okc", "Jane Jdate", "Monica Match" and "Tracy Tinder"? Actually, come to think of it, don't answer that.
  • Do you think I look slutty in these really short shorts? Can you see my bra? Are these like, first date no no's? 
  • Someone just texted me. Can I look at my phone? Do people do that on dates these days? What is proper technological dating etiquette? Please advise. 
  • When you were at your apartment thinking about coming to this date, were you in as much of a state of dread as I was? 
  • Which side of the bed do you typically prefer to sleep on? Just, you know, gauging so I know.
  • Are you aware that I looked at your Facebook page already? Oh wait, no, you can't see who looks at your profile on Facebook, that's LinkedIn. Wrong social networking site. Well, now I just feel uncomfortably paranoid in my own head. Dammit, Rachel, get your networks straight.
  • Are you one of those people who actually listens to bogus sleep tips such as "don't look at your phone two or more hours prior to getting in bed" or "no TV at night" or silly things of the sort? If so, I'm just going to get up and leave right now. I'm even willing to leave this Pinot unfinished on the bar.
  • You drink coffee, right? Please say yes.
  • Is it utterly obvious I have forgotten how to date??
I should probably just stop right now because if I keep going, this is not going to end. Ever.

Oh, the joys of singledom. :)