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Better Way To Play With Your Dog

"Uh-huh. This is a great dog, mister."
"The dog's Moe, I'm Flynn. Zoe, can Simon take Moe back out so they can run around like maniacs for a while?"
"Sure. Twenty minutes, Simon, then you hit the books."
"Straight out the back," Flynn told him. "There's a ball out there with tooth marks and drool all over it. He likes you to chase it and fetch it back to him."
"You're funny," Simon decided. "Let's go, Moe!"

Key of Light


By Takashi Hososhima from Tokyo, Japan (It's happy running time!) [CC BY-SA 2.0  (], via Wikimedia Commons

The researchers found that dog owners who touched their dogs more, stayed close and moved around a lot appeared to have more fun while playing with their dogs. “In other words,” the researchers explain in the study, “people smiled more in play when they were active and moving around, and wh…

questions to ask yourself before you start dating a coworker

"You know how stories fly around a newsroom. Internal stories," she specified as she returned to her dinner. "It's a difficult place to have any privacy. Privacy's important to me."
"Yes, it must be. There hasn't been any mention of you in the papers or glossies since you were a teenager. The Carmichaels always make good copy."
"I didn't fit the mold." She hadn't meant to say that, and was astonished it had slipped out. "What I'm trying to say," she continued, as Thorpe kept his silence, "is that once someone in your newsroom or mine gets hold of an idea, the next minute it'll be fact. Then the sky's the limit. You know how a simple coffee date can become a torrid lunchtime affair after the third telling."
"Does it matter so much?"
Liv gave a weary sigh. "Probably not from your standpoint, but from mine, yes. I have to deal with being the new kid on the block, and a woman. It's s…

Just Give Me A Reason

"I think, to get the light back, you have to give her a reason. What you say is
one part, but what you do, that's the big one. I think."

Bed of Roses


Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars

What it's like to quit drinking

"Thanks, but I don't drink. Can't." "Oh." She felt abominably slow and stupid. Hadn't she noticed herself that he never took alcohol? Couldn't she have used her brain to put two and two together before embarrassing a guest? "Coffee it is, then." "Please." He stepped over to lay a hand on her arm before she replaced the bottle. "Open it, enjoy it. It doesn't bother me when other people have a drink. In fact, it's important to me that they're comfortable. That you're comfortable. Here, let me do it." He took the bottle. "Don't worry, opening a bottle of champagne isn't backsliding." "I certainly didn't mean to makeyou uncomfortable. I should've realized." "Why? I'm not still wearing that sign that says Recovering Alcoholic around my neck, am I?" She smiled a little, walked to the display cabinet for a flute. "No." He released the cork, a quick, celebrati…

Best Relationships Start as Friendships

"I don't know. I need to think. It's complicated. He's a friend. Our friend. And he's Del's best friend. Del's your brother," she said to Parker, "and the next thing to a brother to the rest of us. And we're all friends, and business partners. Del's our lawyer, and Jack helps out when we need him. Plus he's designing the remodeling. We have all these connections, and they're all tangled up." "And nothing tangles up the tangles like sex," Mac put in. "Exactly. What if we end up having this thing, then the thing goes south. Then we're awkward with each other, and that makes the rest of us awkward with the rest of us. We have a kind of balance, don't we? Sex isn't worth upsetting the balance." "You wouldn't be doing it right then," Mrs. Grady commented, and shook her head. "Youth thinks too damn much. I'm going to start the wash." Emma sulked over her pancakes. "She thi…

Things All Insanely Stylish People Have in Their Homes

After her nerves settled a bit, she studied the apartment. A conversation pit in deep forest-green dominated the living area. In its center was a square coffee table. Riding over it was a large sailboat in what she recognized as Murano glass. A pair of green iron candlesticks held fat white candles. At the far side of the room there was a small bar with a pair of black leather stools. Behind it was a vintage poster for Nuits-St.-Georges Burgundy, depicting an eighteenth-century French calvary officer sitting on a cask with a glass, a pipe, and a very satisfied smile. The walls were white and splashed here and there with art. A framed print of a stylish poster for Tattinger champagne, with a elegant woman, surely that was Grace Kelly, in a sleek black evening gown behind a slim flute of bubbling wine, hung over a round glass table with curved steel legs. There was a Joan Miro print, an elegant reproduction of Alphonse Mucha'sAutomne . Lamps were both sparely modern and elegantly Deco. The…


Shutting down again under the shade of bending palms and cypress, she took out Jackie's idea of a picnic.
 There was Pouilly-Fuisse in paper cups, and cracked crab to be dug out with plastic forks, 
and tiny Swiss meringues, white and glossy.

Loving Jack 


By Hartmut Josi Bennöhr (user:josi / de:user:josi) - self made by Hartmut Josi Bennöhr, CC BY-SA 3.0,


The Parisian Picnic is a Fine Art. Not to be taken lightly,  it takes the right amount of preparation, 
thought and planning to Master the Perfect Picnic like the Parisians 
manage every time.



He flipped open the lid of the hamper, took out the blanket folded on
top. She helped him spread it open, then sat on it cross-legged.
“What’s on the menu?”
He pulled out a bottle of champagne snugged in a cold sleeve. Surprised, touched, she laughed.
“That’s a hell of a start—and you just don’t …

Summer Desserts

All of Summer's talent was focused on the creation of the finale, the exquisite mix of tastes and textures, the overall aesthetic beauty of the bombe.
The mold was already lined with the moist cake she'd baked, then systematically sliced into a pattern. This had been done with templates as meticulously as when an engineer designs a bridge. The mousse, a paradise of chocolate and cream, was already inside the dessert's dome. 

Summer Desserts



"You haven't sinned, Juliet, until you've tasted Summer's bombe."

Lessons Learned


Mal glanced at Jack. "No, the other one did. Ms. Brown." He took a hit of his beer. "The one who says 'excuse me' and means 'fuck you'." "That would be Parker," Del confirmed.

Bed of Roses


I'd rather stand tall Than live on my knees, 'Cause I am a conqueror, And I won't accept defeat!


But it wasn't fear, that familiar burn in her throat: it wasn't panic, with its sharp, fluttering wings in her belly. It was rage she felt, the hot, bubbling gush of it pumping through her blood.
She wouldn't lie helpless this time, not this time, while someone she loved was taken from her. Not this time, not ever again.
She heard Rick shouting her name, and forced back the tears that wanted to blur her eyes. Brody hadn't stopped him.
So she stopped, closed her eyes and ordered herself to think. She couldn't go running back to the cabin.
He'd hear her, see her. And he would end it. He might very well end …

cats and dogs

"Okay. Is that a stuffed bear in his bed?"
"Dogs are pack animals."
"Uh-huh, and a stuffed teddy bear is Bert's pack?"
"It comforts him"

The Witness


cutest cats and dogs who just can’t be parted from their childhood toys

Many of us had a favourite soft toy when we were kids which we just couldn’t bare to part with wherever we went and whatever we did. Well, it seems that in some cases, the same mindset develops among our beloved pets — give them a toy when they’re still very young, and they’ll love it with all their heart for innumerable years into the future.


The Science of Falling in Love

It took a long time to cook a simple meal when you were distracted by conversation, by lingering looks, by seductive touches. It took a long time to eat a simple meal when you were sliding lazily into love with the man across from you. She recognized the signs—the erratic beating of the heart, the bubbling in the blood that was desire. When those were tangled so silkily around dreamy smiles and soft sighs, love was definitely a short trip away. She wondered what it would be like when she reached it. It took a long time to say good-night when you were floating on deep, dark kisses in the doorway. And longer still to sleep when your body ached and your mind was full of dreams. When she heard the faint drift of his music, she smiled and let it lull her to sleep.
The Perfect Neighbor


By Petar Milošević (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

Chemistry or Fate

Do you ever wonder why you fall for certain types of people? O…

Laugh Can Reveal Your True Personality

And to Cybil's amazement, the man could laugh.  Really laugh, with a wonderful baritone rumble that melted all the ice  and made her sigh in delight.

The Perfect Neighbor


By Trailer distributed by 20th Century Fox. - Digital trailer from SabuCat Productions. 
Capture by uploader., Public Domain,

You might not believe it, but an individual’s laughter greatly mirrors their own personality. By just hearing someone’s laughter, one can assume the individual’s general attitude towards life. Find out what your laugh says about you today!


She laughed, a rich smoky sound that seemed impossibly erotic in a room full of clowns and stuffed bears.

Taming Natasha

How to Get Your Groom Excited About Wedding Planning

“But speaking of Emma and me, you'll do the best man thing, right?” “Sure. Wouldn't have it any other way.” “Good. That's about the only thing I have to do. Mostly, I just have to smile and say that's great when she tells me what they've come up with for the wedding. Parker told me my deal's the honeymoon, then gave me the contact for a travel agent she says is the best—and an entire packet on Bora Bora because she says it's somewhere Emma's always wanted to go, plus it's exotic and romantic. So I guess that's where we're going.” Intrigued, Del studied Jack over his sparkling water. “Do you want to go to Bora Bora?” “You know, I do. As soon as I looked at the packet, I thought, hey, this is it. Your sister's a little scary, Del.” “She can be.” “Carter got a packet on Tuscany, which included those "Learn Italian" discs for both of them.” He had to laugh. “I guess that's taken care of.”

Savor the Moment


By Mreasystar…

How a Man Treats His Mother Tells You Everything You Need to Know

Noah murmured, and earned a punch of his own. “But you sure are pretty, Mom. Isn’t she pretty?” He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “You think that gets around me?” He scooped up potatoes. “Yeah.” And that’s what did it for Val. How could she hold back against a boy who so clearly loved his mother? She lifted a basket, offered it. “Have another roll, Noah.” “Thanks.” This time when he smiled at her, she smiled back.

River's End


I once dated a man who screamed bloody murder at his own mother in front of me — plus my own mother. When I broke that relationship off, my mom and I whispered what we both had long known to be true: “If he treats his mom like that, how will he treat other women?” The answer: Terribly. So on my second date with my now-husband, I told him straight-up — half out of self-preservation, half out of fear — “I’ve always said, if you want to know if a guy is safe to date, see how he treats his mom.” “Is that so?” Pat replied with a smile.

Quoting Nora


Book Organization Style

And Naomi stared, with wonder and delight, at the living room wall of books. “Wow, the rumors of book lover are true. That’s quite a collection.” “Part of it.” “Part? You’re a serious man, Xander.” “About books, anyway.” She glanced around. “Very efficient space, and that is one of the best uses of a wall I’ve ever seen. Color, texture, dimension.” “Not to mention words.” He walked over, offered her a glass of wine, took the bottle from her. “Yeah, words. I like to read as much as the next guy—unless you’re the next guy.” “That’s the plan.” She laughed, waving him off as she walked up and down the wall. “But this is art. You’re smart enough to know your furniture is absolute crap. You don’t care about that. You’ve arranged your space for efficiency and highlighted a passion.  And by highlighting it, created art.”

The Obsession


By David Joyce ( [CC BY-SA 2.0 
(], via Wikimedia Common…