Oct 30, 2013

things Parents need to teach Sons about masculinity


It's okay to cry and show a full range of emotions


Girls aren't the worst thing 

There is no need to constantly prove your masculinity 




It's okay to suck at sports

You can talk about your feelings 

 


 

 Your sexual conquests don't define you

Violence is not the answer when conflicts arise

 


 

 

 



Oct 24, 2013

what her eating habits say about her bedroom's

"Why do you eat like that?" he asked.
"Like what?"
"In microscopic bites."
"Well." She worked her way through a single noodle as he topped off her wineglass. "It started as a way to needle my brothers, and became a habit. Whenever we'd get a treat, ice cream or candy, whatever, they'd just scarf theirs down. It drove them crazy that I'd have some of mine left. So I started eating even slower so I'd have more left and make them crazier. Anyway, I eat less and enjoy it more this way."
"I bet." Jack purposely shoveled a huge forkful of noodles into his mouth.

Bed of Roses


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Want to know what a woman’s like in bed? Pay attention to these clues at the dinner table
 
You've just met a great new girl, and think she could be the one. So it's natural you're a little nervous about breaking bread with your potential mate. 
Chances are, if she's into you, she's got a similar case of the butterflies – even if she appears to be calm, cool and collected. 
Instead of wondering if this date could lead to the two of you walking down the aisle together, or getting physical after dinner, experts suggest paying attention to the following signs and signals women throw out while sharing a meal.


MSN


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"Did I thank you for dinner?"
"You did."
"Well…" She scraped her teeth over his bottom lip—lightly, lightly—before the kiss. 
"Thanks again. And the champagne? Did I thank you for that?"
"As I recall."
"Just in case." On a sigh her mouth met his. 
"And the candlelight, the rose, the long walk, the view."
Her body moved against his, leading him into a slow, circling dance.
"You're welcome."
He drew her in, closer still, so her body pressed to his. Time spun out as they circled, as mouth clung to mouth, as heart beat to heart.
She drew in his scent, his flavor. So familiar and still so new. Her fingers trailed up into hair bronzed
and gilded by the sun, then curled, tugged to bring him just a little closer.
They slid down together onto smooth white sheets, and into the perfume of a single red rose.

Bed of Roses

Oct 14, 2013

Advice to aspiring Writers

"True enough. What're you looking for there?"
"Success," she said immediately. "Security."
"One doesn't always equal the other."
Her voice was as defiant as the look she aimed at him. "You have both."
"A writer's never secure," Hunter disagreed. "Only a foolish one expects to be. I've read all of the manuscript you brought."
Lee said nothing. She'd known he'd bring it up before the two weeks were over, but she'd hoped to put it off a bit longer. The faintest of breezes played with the ends of her hair while she sat, staring at the moving waters of the creek. Some of the pebbles looked like gems. Such were illusions.
"You know you have to finish it," he told her calmly. "You can't make me believe you're content to leave your characters in limbo, when you've drawn them so carefully. Your story's two-thirds told, Lenore."
"I don't have time," she began.
"Not good enough."
Frustrated, she turned to him again. "Easy for you to say from your little pinnacle of fame. I have a demanding full-time job. If I give it my time and my talent, there's no place I can go but up at Celebrity." 

"Your novel needs your time and talent." 


Second Nature

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“You have to finish things — that’s what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.”





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 It was as Hunter had once said. The characters absorbed her, drove her, frustrated and
delighted her. As time passed, Lee discovered she wanted to finish the story, not only for
her sake but for theirs. She wanted, as she'd never wanted before, for these words to be
read. The excitement of that, and the dread, kept her going.

She felt a queer little thrill when the last word was typed, a euphoria mixed with an odd
depression. She'd finished. She'd poured her heart into her story. Lee wanted to celebrate.
She wanted to weep. It was over. As she pressed her fingers against her tired eyes, she
realized abruptly that she didn't even know what day it was.

Second Nature
 

Oct 10, 2013

Nora's Birthday,This Magical Moment

“Happy birthday!"

Ryan‟s eyes widened in surprise. Bess, still in costume, opened a bottle of champagne while Link did his best to catch the spurt of wine in a glass. Speechless, Ryan stared at them.
“Happy birthday, Ryan.” Pierce kissed her lightly.
“But how …” She broke off to look up at him. “How did you know?”
“Here you go.” Bess stuck a glass of champagne in Ryan‟s hand, then gave her a quick squeeze. “Drink up, sweetie. You only get one birthday a year. Thank God. The champagne‟s from me—a bottle for now and one for later.” She winked at Pierce.
“Thank you.” Ryan looked helplessly into her glass. “I don‟t know what to say.”
“Link‟s got something for you, too,” Bess told her.
The big man shifted uncomfortably as all eyes turned to him. “I got you a cake,” he mumbled, then cleared his throat. “You have to have a birthday cake.”
Ryan walked over to see a sheet cake decorated in delicate pinks and yellows. “Oh, Link! It‟s lovely.”
“You have to cut the first piece,” he instructed.
“Yes, I will in a minute.” Reaching up, Ryan drew his head down until she could reach it on tiptoe. She pressed a kiss on his mouth. “Thank you, Link.”
He turned pink, grinned, then sent Bess an agonized look. “Welcome.”
“I have something for you.” Still smiling, Ryan turned to Pierce. “Will you kiss me, too?” he demanded.
“After I get my present.”
“Greedy,” he decided and handed her a small wooden box.
It was old and carved. Ryan ran her finger over it to feel the places that had worn smooth with age and handling. “It‟s beautiful,” she murmured. She opened it and saw a tiny silver symbol on a chain. “Oh!”
“An ankh,” Pierce told her, slipping it out to fasten it around her neck. “An Egyptian symbol of life. Not a superstition,” he said gravely. “It‟s for luck.”

This Magic Moment


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Happy Birthday, Nora!!





Oct 9, 2013

10 things Dogs can teach us about Relationships



"I'm going to keep Mongo."
"I know it, honey."
"His leg's doing all right. It'll take a while to heal yet, but he'll be fine. A little gimpy maybe. I was going to find him a good home, but .. . I can't." He looked up, puzzled. "What do you mean you know it? I never keep dogs."
"You hadn't found the right one yet, is all." 

Carolina Moon



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I also have to say that I think I became a much better husband and partner after becoming a veterinarian.


Here are 10 lessons dogs have taught me about making marriage-or any kind of committed relationship-work. 

(Meet Fluky! One of the kindest souls I've met!!!)



A little extra work and attention goes a long way toward making a relationship stronger. So thanks to all the dogs out there for setting a great example and helping us humans be better partners!











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“You know the secrets,” he said to Bert. “Too bad you can’t talk.”


The Witness

Oct 2, 2013

Bridezillas

"Friend of Bride or Groom?"
"Groom. The bride's a monster."
"God, she really is." Emma leaned back and laughed. "She brought me a picture of her best friend's bouquet. Not because she wanted me to duplicate it, which she certainly did not. Hers is a completely different style, but she'd counted the roses, and told me she wanted at least one more in hers—and warned me she'd be counting them."
"She will, too. And I can pretty much guarantee no matter how good a job you do, she'll find fault."

Bed of Roses



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Bridezilla's Crazy Email to Bridesmaids Goes Viral. 

We Respond to Her Demands (and Cc: Internet)

 

 

 

It's being called the most insane email a bride has ever sent to her bridesmaids. But if you've been in enough wedding parties, you probably won't be too shocked by the epic bridezilla missive going viral this week.

The email, sent anonymously to Gawker, starts off by addressing the 10 "lovely" bridesmaids tasked with being unpaid interns for the worlds worst bridal boss. It goes on to anticipate their failures as friends and humans.

 

 

SHINE

 

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  Del leaned on the counter. "I hear you kicked some ass with the Folk wedding last weekend."
"Do you know them?" Emma asked.
"Her parents are clients. I haven't had the pleasure—though from what Jack says that may be
overstating—of meeting the new Mrs. Harrigan."
"You will when they file for divorce," Laurel said.
"Always the optimist."
"She's a nightmare. She sent Parker a critique list this morning. E-mailed from Paris. From her
honeymoon."
"You're kidding!" Stunned, Emma gaped at Laurel. "It was perfect. Everything was perfect."
"The champagne could've been colder, the wait service faster, the sky bluer, and the grass greener."
"Well, she's just a bitch. After I gave her ten more roses. Not one, but ten." Emma shook
her head. "It doesn't matter. Everyone who was there, and who was an actual human, knows it was
perfect. She can't spoil it."
"That's my girl." Del toasted her

 

Bed of Roses