Mommy, Can I Get a _____?

If you ever talk to RightHand for more than 5 minutes, you will likely learn that he loves pugs. (I thought this was a first date thing, the immediate and thorough personal bio, but apparently not :) Talking to me a year ago, after, well, many years or something, you would learn that I did not generally like pugs. Some breeds appeal to you and some don't, you know?

Over the year/months of dating, it has become clear that Little RightHand needs a pug. Really. His parents actually bought him a pug when he was little, but gave it away a day later because it snorted too much! :( His inner child needs to heal, you know.

Thus, I've been noticing pugs more and more lately, and they have definitely been growing on me. And just a few days ago, the heavens aligned, the angels sang, and I was on Petfinder.com. :) And I spied Odie:
And he was everything both of us wanted in a pug. For me, he was less hyper than most pugs and was thinner and lankier. For RightHand, he was a pug. :)

Well, after a day or two of looking elsewhere and hemming and hawing, I finally put in an adoption application, which is required before you can even meet him. And but a few hours later, the shelter wrote back and said they had literally delayed their e-mail to me just a few hours because they were waiting to see if a potential adopter was going to pick Odie. And they did.

I had only seen this pug online! We aren't even fully committed to adopting right now! And yet, I was so damn disappointed. And a little teary-eyed. RightHand took the news better, definitely. And, of course, there are other cute pugs and we are looking into a lot of them.

And perhaps it was meant to be after all, because, to drown my sorrows, I continued looking on Petfinder, and came upon her/this:


And this:


And this:


And I am nearly crying all over again she is SO FREAKIN' ADORABLE. Litterbox trained, friendly, calm, ADORABLE- everything I wanted in the bunny I didn't know I was looking for.

Lest any of you are worried while reading this, as I would be, all animals I would ever adopt are rescues in need of a home. Further, I work (for 2 more days, sad!) at the Animal Legal Defense Fund helping prosecute cases of animal abuse. And I have read up a ton and done my homework about rabbits. I understand the commitment, etc. and I hope you do, too, when you decide to adopt.

So when I say she's so ADORABLE CUTSEY FLOPSY MOPSY OHHHH LOOK AT DA BUNNEEEE! I mean that in the most adult, responsible way possible. ;)

I've sent my e-mail inquiry and will keep you posted.

Chill Pill

In bitter news, I definitely need to take this pill some days:


H/t to ED Bites

Up North

I got this photo in an e-mail from my mom and wanted to share its coolness. The caption says that this is a sunset at the North Pole, with the moon at its closest point, take on May 11, 2009. Much love to Mother Nature!

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!