Love Letters

And here are two more of my favorite notes from The Universe:

The time will come when you'll see that pretty much everything was better than you thought. That life was more beautiful, people were kinder, greens were greener, and the water was cleaner. But most of all, Reagan, you'll see... that you were simply stunning, every day of your life.

Happily, I've always known the truth -
The Universe

Every single minute of every single day, they're there, Reagan.

They may be hidden behind circumstances, people, or light poles. Challenges, closed doors, or lost keys. Camouflaged, dovetailed, or whispering. Purring, kissing, or hissing. But more often than not they're laying about in the open, under a clear blue sky, in plain view. Absolutely. Guaranteed. You'd throttle me otherwise.

10,000 reasons to be happy.

Jumanji, baby -
The Universe

Across the Universe

Every weekday morning I check my e-mail to find a heartfelt message from RightHand The Universe. That's right, The Universe. We're like this:

Image source

Except less gooey.

Annnnywhogettingtothepoint, I got an e-mail from The Universe the other morning that I particularly liked, and I thought I'd share:

What if, Reagan, all that you had to look forward to were the things that are free, like sunrises, wagging tails, holding hands, and your imagination. Would it all be worth it?

Probably.

What if you could trade-in some of your free stuff for fabulous wealth, fulfilling work, gorgeous looks, or anything else that your heart desired? Would it all be worth it?

Does a bear sleep in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? Would you like syrup with your French Toast?

Visualize, Reagan. Before the price goes up.

The Universe

Isn't The Universe the best penpal ever?? Its e-mails always ground and focus me for the day ahead. Love it.

If you'd like to get e-mails from The Universe, too, let me know at curvygirly8 at gmail dot com. If you do receive them though, we'll have to keep the individualist myth alive. That is, perhaps The Universe is a wee bit busy and perhaps it writes similar e-mails to all its penpals? I'm in denial. No, just not in the know. And often, I like it that way.

Reality Bites

So, I had to wait at least a day to make the Keurig giveaway look like the legitimate reason for posting on this blog before the end of summer. But you, dear and loyal readers, demand the truth. And I'll give it to ya, as long as you are sure you can handle it...



Well, can you?


::Trumpets blaring::

I present to you, the clip/video/animation/thingy that Reagan Had To Share With the World:

Relax, and allow the peacefulness to wash over you... as Simon let the awe of Susan Boyle's singing wash over him. This is it, folks:

The Angry Caterpillar Becomes a Flutterby

Too much build-up? Well, I still love it.

The Revival

So, there could only be a very, very important reason for me to break radio silence and start blogging back here before the summer is over (I'm blogging here for the summer). And there is. It's you, dear readers.

Oh, and a contest. No, not one that I'm hosting, but one that I'm entering. To win a Keurig. You know, one of those fancy schmancy coffee machines. Here is the sexiness itself:


The caffeine scene up here has made me a convert, at least to near-daily nonfat chai lattes. :)

The gift to you, dearies, is that you can enter, too, by going here.

And if you win, don't forget to mail the Keurig to me. :) Kthnksbai!