Showing posts from November, 2011

What we wish guys knew.

After conversations with friends (both guys and girls), I have begun to notice some things. Some were explicitly told to me and some were simply implied. Nonetheless, they are issues, shall we say, that arise in guy-girl relationships.

This doesn't have to mean romantic relationships, either. It mostly is, but not always.

I don't claim to be any expert about this; I have practically no experience in an actual romantic relationship. But, I'm quite the observer. And I've seen so many things go wrong in relationships, simple things, because people failed to see the warnings. Or chose to ignore them.

So here it is, a shortened list of "Things we wish guys knew." If you have any suggestions for the list, email me and I'll take them into consideration. And maybe add them to the list.

This first one is more a personal pet peeve. It involves guys who are your friends.

I, personally, see nothing wrong with guys and girls being friends. In fact, it seems …

The night of uncooked rice

*I want to say, if you found this page because your dog ate rice, click here to get to that portion of the post. Later, come back and enjoy :)
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

Over the years, my home was also the home to many dogs and cats, several goldfish, a bird, and a guinea pig. (I'm a sucker for a furry face).

I’m no stranger to animal loss or sickness. That doesn't keep me from getting broken up every time I see a sick animal or from fighting the urge to take stray cat, dog, anything home with me.

For first time in my life, though, I am basically caring for another living being entirely on my own. I’m not alone in the sense that I have absolutely no help; my parents are awesome about helping with Luna and love being dog-sitters. (I joke they like to see her more than they do me)

But, ultimately, she is fully my dog. …