It has been CRAZY.

No, seriously.  Good things and bad things have happened since I last posted here, and things keep coming at me left and right.

First off, the Bad -
Sanjuro died early December.  She had mammary cancer, and was clearly not very happy with life.  There wasn't anything we could do because her age, combined with the inherent frailty of rabbits in general for surgery, meant that her chances of survival were very low.  But she wanted to go, so we let her.  We were all really sad, but she's with Bun-Bun now, and happy.

Work-wise, I haven't been able to do much chainmaile at all in the second half of the year.  No big deal, because the Ren Fest's new contract was downright draconian and pretty much left me with no rights, so I didn't sign it.  Things didn't go that well this year, because a LOT of people bailed.  Maybe the new owener will start listening.

Now, the Good -
Cheeks was very sad at losing her "big sister", but luckily the WPA Humane Society has the Bunny Blind Date program.  You bring in your rabbit in need of a pal, tell them what your bun is like, and they bring out some good candidates for a meeting.  The meetings are surpervised under the watchful eye of a bun-experienced volunteer in case of any fights (and to prevent them before they happen - there are signs), and they can explain the bunny bonding behaviours if thigns are going well.
Things went AMAZINGLY well for Chee! ^_^ She met Little Joe, and it was love at first sight.  At least, it was for Joe.  Cheeks is a girl in need of much attention and loves, but she seemed a tad nervous.  Joe was smitten from the onset, and when he first approached her she loafed up and demanded that he groom her ears.  He was more than happy to oblige, and she soaked it up.  It was exactly what we had hoped for! ^_^
Little Joe is a gorgeous cinnamon-sugar boy, the runt of his litter of Flemish Giants.  He's actually a bit smaller than Cheeks.  He has green eyes (very odd, but very pretty), huge ears, and is a bit shy but incredibly polite.  He would much rather kiss your hand than have you pet him, and spends most of his time within three feet of his girl, when he's not actively snuggling up to her or grooming her ears.  He even likes Bentley, who's learned that these two won't pick on him, and they often gather together in front of heat vents.
He has earned the nickname "Sir Joe the Little", because while he is shy and afraid of thigns like the vacuum cleaner, if something happens that alarms them he assumes a defensive position between whatever it is and Cheeks.  So he's not the bravest knight in the land, but he's chivalrous to the core.  If we're vacuuming he won't budge until after Chee  runs away from the machine, and then he's on her heels.  If she hides behind or under something and there's no room for two, he will stand outside and guard.  He'll be terrified (I feel so bad cleaning) but he'll stay put.

I did well at the shows I was able to do, though!  So to me the year was a success, business-wise.

Brian won the 2008 NaNoWriMo!  Awesome, awesome, and more awesome.

And the biggest, best news of all - I'm pregnant. ^_^ We're expecting our first child at the end of May, and it's a girl.  I'm about 21/22 weeks along now, and things are going great.  We'd been trying for a year when it happened, and honestly the timing couldn't be better.
After Otakon I wasn't able to do much beacuse the crippling fatigue left me so that I would sleep most of every day.  And then I fractured my wrist in October falling down the steps, and it took a month to heal because it wasn't in a cast.  I didn't know that pregnant women couldn't get even a extremity X-rayed - apparently the radiation can travel via your bones and get in other places.  The doc at the ER thought it was a sprain because of my grip strength, so I got a heavy-duty splint instead of a cast.  Of course, I didn't bother trying to tell him that my crazy hand strength comes from bending metal all day long; he seemed annoyed that I even showed up at all.  But, you can splint a break and it'll heal okay, but if you cast a sprain that can make the damage worse, so it was erring on the side of caution.
I normally heal injuries and sickness in half the time of most people ('tis a mutant superpower), but I have a freakish pain tolerance level.  Normally that is a handy thing, but that means I don't notice/feel a lot of low-level pain that most people would, so I would be lightly using my splinted right hand because to me, it felt fine 90% of the time.  And usually light use of a sprain is okay, because it actually helps.  It should have healed within two weeks, but it took four.  I have sprained thigns (badly) before, and I normally heal in a week, maybe more if it's a major muscle.  Small breaks, like in my toes, mend in two weeks.  But what pain I did feel and the swelling just wasn't going away until I realized that I must have fractured something, and using broken bones doesn't help them knit.  So I bought a sling to sort of remind myself that using my dominant hand was a no-no, and it got better in a week of not using it.  Still, I lost a whole month of chainmaile time, and then the holidays were upon us, so it was a whole autumn of no chainmaile.

Luckily, I'm getting back into the groove now that I can stay awake for more than two hours at a time, and the work is going well.  We've got happy animals, the house is nice, we're healthy - Can't complain!