Dr Seuss in my head

There is so much going on lately that I wish I could just instantly categorize and describe eloquently, but alas, the busier my brain gets the less coherently things come out of it. Especially cool things. I just get like a chihuahua, all shaky and jumpy. And people go "Oh, isn't she funny when she's excited." Ah well, ce va fi, va fi. (Yes, that probably translates to what you're thinking. Romanian for "what will be, will be")

My friend at work just lost his mother to cancer. We got to talk about it today and through our conversation I learned that, though we have had very different lives, we have very similar worldviews. Most notably regarding faith, unpopular musical genres, and our roles as 3rd children.

I have finally figured out the secret I have been searching for for months. Running. You would argue with the question, so I will leave that part out, but running is clearly the sole answer. (Would you believe I absolutely did not see that as a pun until after I wrote this paragraph?!) It is also the only thing I hate as much as people making fun of my little brother or hurting defenseless animals. But tonight I added my running regiment to my workout regiment and it wasn't so bad. In fact, the more I hate it, the more I like doing it because I am addicted to challenge. Next step: I want to take fighting lessons. Yeah, like UFC.

We doggysat for our very most favorite mini schnauzer over the weekend. It is so hard to leave him. The whole time we are packing up he runs back and forth between Sam and me, making this growly gargling noise that is so precious and sad that it takes us twice the time to pack because we have to stop to snuggle him every 2 minutes. But while we were there we took him for a walk and dang that little dog can run!

And now, since this is already too much text and not enough pictures- here is our little Rascal:

They have the most nap-inducing couch and every time I fall asleep on it, Rascal lays on me and watches me like that.

This is how he greets us. HUGS!! He is such a little kid it is hysterical. He loves to be carried around like a baby, which of course, Sam obliges.

And in case you weren't convinced that he is the cutest dog you've ever blog-met, here he is as a puppy:

I daaaare you not to giggle or say "awwww". Give it your best shot. Ok, so that isn't actually Rascal (I got it from a breeder's site), but that is exactly what he would have looked like as a baby. Awwwww :) We are completely smitten.

Last, and actually least because this is such a great list of discoveries: Sam put One Cell in the Sea by A Fine Frenzy on my iPhone and I could listen to that album all day every day. Even with one line stuck in my head, playing over and over as I try to fall asleep it is not even annoying. Speaking of sleep, did I knock anyone else out? It is 2 hours past my bedtime!