Well obviously I miss you. The farther time passes after I saw you last, the more lost for words I am on what to write you. This is silly to me, because if we were talking on the phone right now I'd probably have a million things to tell you about.
I sort of feel awkward writing you letters. I'm not exactly sure why either.
The other night while I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, Frankie was in the crook of my arm drooling and snoring. It was such a beautiful moment. I felt like I was looking for him my entire life, just like I do with Reggie. So I laid there staring at the ceiling wondering how I got to this point. Then I thought of you. And I was sad. Sad of course that you are not around, and sad that I couldn't introduce Frankie to you.
Then I thought to myself. Well he was born a year ago, which was after you died - so I am sure you have met him. Maybe a year and a half ago you were laying down with him in the crook of your arm listening to him snore and drool.
I smiled a big huge gigantic smile. In the dark. By myself. (well, with the dogs obviously)
That was a silly image in my head, so I had to smile about it. I was telling Ron on Mother's Day this year that I don't really cry about you too much anymore. I think it is because I am busy with so many other things, that I don't give myself the luxury to sit around eating bon-bons and licking my wounds over you passing. I do still think about you. Every day. I hope you think about me.
I'll come up with something better to write next time, promise.
Lets get one thing straight I absolutely hate asking for money - hate it! Ever since I was 17 I always paid my bills and never, not even once, asked my parents for money. It was the way I was raised I guess. You just worked hard, got the money, and spent it wisely.
Now I find myself asking for money, and Lordy it is awkward. I decided this year one of my goals was to be more active in what I am passionate about, which is working with animals of course! So when I got the opportunity to walk in efforts to stop homeless pets in Utah, I was all about it. Strut Your Mutt is a fundraising walk with dogs done once a year to raise money to help No More Homeless Pets in Utah. Ever since I started it up every person I walk into I'm like "Have you heard I'm fundraising for Strut Your Mutt?" "My goal is to raise $300, you should sponsor me!"
And people - I feel like a damn fool. However, I've decided to embrace it. I never ask for money so when I do, it is for something damn good. So good that I am willing to whore myself and my dignity (just a little bit).
So - Blogging buddies SPONSOR ME FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE HOMELESS PETS OUT THERE!
Go HERE and click sponsor me to donate money. Anything helps.
Also, don't hate me for being one of "those" people. After May 21st I'll be back to my non-begging self.
I am currently at work and had the urge to listen to Nsync's No Strings Attached album.
Its amazing how the memories just flood back to me and all of the sudden I am 14 again walking down the stairs to my room to listen to the album. Searching everywhere I seriously can't find the CD, and when I walk out of my room to ask someone if they have seen it, I see my mom speed walking/dancing her butt off on the treadmill with giant headphones on.
"Rachel! This new Nsync album is the bomb - a little dirty, but great to listen to while working out!"
And that people is why my mom is amazing.
Also later on that year my dad stood in line with me early on a Saturday morning to get tickets to their concert. He even made deals with other people in line to make sure we got tickets. Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours kind of deal. Then my dear father proceed to take me to the concert, buy me a t shirt, a seat cushion, and a program. He also tolerated me when I stood on my seat and cried the entire time for the love of my life JT!
And that people is why my dad is amazing.
On another random subject, I bought this today.
It is a stuffed shark that turns into a pillow. Enough said.
Also I love Brittni, especially when she comes up and we spend Easter weekend together.
Enough said.
P.S. Reg and Frankie are best brothers now. Exhibit A:
I am seriously concerned about this. Only 24 shows left, and I am sure I am going to bawl my eyes out at the end. How am I going to know what is hip, trendy, and interesting now?
I have a new love in my life, and a new family member. It is my honor to introduce you to my Frankie.
He is a one year and four month old basset hound mix. Brandon and I have been in search for a new dog for several weeks now, but just couldn't seem to find the right one. We got in contact with Utah Friends of Basset Hounds who lead us to Frankie. He was at a foster home with several other basset hounds. Right when we walked in the door he was greeting us with love and affection. There is just this moment when you find the chemistry, and you know it is right.
Reggie and him got along well. Although, when I did bring him home last night Reggie was territorial over his things, but as an only child for six years I can understand that.
Frankie is so lovable and such a well behaved dog. I'm not used to how polite and patient he is with me. How did our family become so lucky? I'll have more posts in the future. But for now, here are some cute pictures of this great guy!
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4.15.2011
My dear friend says yesterday, "Rachel, what has happened to your blog?"
"Um, it died?" I reply.
It has been dead for a month for two reasons
A) I'm lazy B) My life is so boring
But, I figure I better start now rather then later. But to be honest, I don't really want to talk about all the things that has happened in the last month (or at least make a post about each one). So, here is a very brief re-cap for you.
On March 19th I went to The Monster Ball by Lady GaGa. There are no words that can describe how beautiful, and inspirational it was. Basically it changed my life, and I will never be the same. It was like being born again (no joke).
The semester ended for me. I officially passed my surgery and anesthesiology class. So, if you need your dog or cat spayed/neutered I can assist with that. Also, this means I only have two quarters left with school and I am done done done!
I went to the Color Festival. I had fun, but the weather made me feel bitter about going. I'm not sure I'll be going again next year. It is getting too big, and too crazy now.
My dad had his 48th birthday, and I love him to pieces.
And of course if you forgot, I have the most beautiful dog in the world. Who got his picture taken a week ago.
I think that about does it. Everything else in my life is pretty dull right now thanks to all of the school and work I've been doing. But, I should be posting more frequently about stuff.
