Sunday, Gameday

The over invested parent pacing the field anxiously. The uninterested mothers gossiping at the edge. The random sibling shouting pointless advice. That one mom who’s really just trying to understand what’s happening. That ref who doesn’t even know why he’s here in the first place. That kid sitting next to you criticizing everything the players do.
If you can’t see one of them around you, it’s probably you.

What Owning Dogs Has Taught Me

Selfies with my puppies.

Selfies with my puppies.

In honor of national dog day (which was on Tuesday) I decided to dedicate this post to my precious babies (my puppies).

My family has had a total of three dogs. Our first one tragically died during our year in Texas, it was so sad and if you were to ever talk to my mom about it, she’d probably tear up and change the subject after describing how good of a dog our first baby was. It was heartbreaking. Once we managed to recover, we received two little sisters. Their names are Alice and Olivia and they are the cutest things ever.

My family has been owners of dogs for about five years now, so that basically makes us experts on the subject. Of course, owning a pet can really change the way you look at animals, and here are some of the things I’ve noticed about owning dogs.

1. They have feelings. This may sound strange but before owning dogs, I never really thought of animals having feelings or preferences. My first dog taught me that not only do they have feelings, but they’re also very adamant about what they like or don’t like. He didn’t like to be pet while eating and he didn’t like to have his paws touched at all. Our dogs now have very picky tastes and the fatter one picks and chooses what she wants out of her kibble.

2. They have their own personalities. Again, this was something I never thought of before owning dogs. My current dogs fight a lot yet cry when they’re without each other. The fatter puppy, Alice, is a feisty girl who doesn’t like to be touched too much while Olivia, the skinny one, is timid and shy. She sometimes will just sit next to you just because she wants to be close. Alice, on the other hand, prefers to be alone yet wants you there when she needs it. Alice loves car rides, sometimes she tries to hang outside the window and we have to drag her back into the car, Olivia will shake and throw up the first minute she steps into a car.

3. THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You could step on them and they’ll come back to you with the same adoring eyes they always have. They just stare at you with a loving look, and sometimes, when you’re sitting on the couch, they’ll move to your side just to be close to you.

4. It’s like they know when you’re tired or sad. It’s soul comfort when they curl up into your lap after a long day. They know when you’ve had a bad day and they know just how to help you.

5. They’re family. The reason my family was so devastated after the death of my first dog was because we loved him as if he had been with us since the beginning. Even with our dogs now, it feels as if they were born right into our family, and we love them as so.

Some believe owning a dog is just saving another dog from a kennel. I believe that owning a dog actually saves the owner rather than the puppy, they will love you unconditionally, forever. They will even love you more than they love themselves.


This is Alice after we gave her a bath.


Alice on the left, Olivia on the right.


To me, blue is when you close your eyes while listening to your favorite song as you allow a pleasant nap to sneak up on you – the kind to leave you feeling refreshed and calm. A soft color of complete tranquility and relaxation. Where you lay on your back under the warm sun on a cloudless day, and stare up at the limitless sky while feeling content with the world. The feeling of perfect control over everything in your life. When a sight, sound, or scent lulls you to wonderful nostalgia and you bask in your memories. That is the color blue to me.

My Dad

I write this post as my dad sits in the living room, laughing hysterically at something just said on TV. I spent 20 minutes sitting here trying to think of something worthy enough to say about my father – and nothing came to mind. He’s been with me my entire life, never wavering, and always quick to help me whenever I need it. Yes, he’s quick to anger, and yes, he doesn’t like it if I comment on any of his Facebook posts (saying it’s not very professional to comment a ton of smiley faces) but he’s always got my best interest in mind. He always put his family before himself, always thinking of us, and because of that, I could never ask for a better dad. He’ll complain about my obsessive need for new clothes as he spends hours at the mall, buying me whatever I want. He’ll angrily protest to me even thinking about getting a license as he takes me to empty lots to practice my driving skills. He’ll sigh in shame at my candy addiction as he places several bags of various candies into our shopping cart – all for me. I could go on and on about how much my father does for me, but to write all that would take forever, and the list would go on for days. I cannot hope to write something even close to expressing all my gratitude for my dad, instead, I’ll just comment “Happy Father’s Day 🙂 🙂 🙂 :)” on his Facebook page and hope he knows I love him.
(Just kidding, I probably shouldn’t risk that).
Happy Father’s Day, dad, and I hope whatever you’re laughing at on TV is as great as you’ve been to me. 🙂

My Kind of Moral Dilemma

Dear person who left the unopened box of candy on the dining table,
I hope you understand that by putting this sugar-coated, mouth-watering, God-given box of sour gummy worms on the table, you now allow everyone (and by everyone, I mean me) to open it and enjoy to their hearts’ delight.

You do know this, right? I sincerely hope so because I don’t want you coming home to an empty box of what used to be sour gummy worms.
My question is, is this a trap? Perhaps you want me to open the box so you can catch me in the act, or maybe you’re fully aware of what kind of sugar eating monster I am and have decided to make a sacrifice to me.
To eat or not to eat? That is the question.

The sugar-loving teenage monster.

50 Awesome Moments Only Writers Would Understand

I love this! I can relate to every single point on this list – well, okay, maybe not #15 as much as the rest…


old typewriter

50. That awesome writer moment when you type “The End.”

49. That awesome writer moment when you reread something you just wrote and it’s like reading something somebody else wrote, and you wonder where the hell it came from.

48. That thankful writer moment when you get the kids to bed and you FINALLY get to sit your ass down and write.

47. That sad writer moment when you discover that a character you’ve grown to really like/love . . . has to die.

46. That awesome writer moment when you realize that what you are writing is bigger than you, is coming from some place beyond you, and you are but a vestibule for the creative workings of the Universe to materialize. . . . When that Universal truth comes to you as a gift to be shared through your talent, humbly, a light for others to see themselves…

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