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Potty Training
This article isn't about "How to Potty Train your Dog." There are lots of articles out there like that and I'm sure you've read them all. This article is my personal experience potty training my fur baby, but more importantly it is a reminder that potty training is a long process, so there is no need to get stressed out or blame your dog. Please keep in mind that while your dog is under 8 months, she will want to make you happy and be a good girl. If she isn't peeing outside, it's because she does not understand that she is supposed to yet.
By Test8 years ago in Petlife
How I Got Out of My Horrible Acne Days for Real
If there is one thing girls hate more than having periods, it would be having acne. These obnoxious red, shiny, oily and pus-ish little shits can really be a confidence-killer, and personally on my worst days, I had to cancel meetings and dates (and just stay home and be miserable) because of them. That’s how bad it was for me.
By Judy Mae8 years ago in Blush
Just Another Monday
It is just another Monday in Mrs. Smith’s class. I sit, three desks from the left in the farthest back row, spinning my dull ring around my finger in a sort of habitual motion. I like to sit in the back. I don’t like it because I can goof off like the other kids, but because I can’t stand the idea of someone constantly watching me. I don’t want my back to be on display to those behind me. I don’t want to worry if I’m sitting up straight or if my hair looks okay. I don’t want anyone to notice what I’m wearing or even have a thought about what I’m doing. I want to just sit in peace, and do my work. In the back, it’s almost as if I’m not there. I go unnoticed. High school is not how I expected it to be. I always imagined a place of freedom and of higher intelligence that encouraged free thought and individuality. Now, sitting in the back observing the classmates around me, I know I was wrong. The girls in the front of the room are passing notes and laughing, their low cut shirts falling lower with each giggle, each of them modeled in the image of their favorite celebrities. Each one trying harder and harder to be someone else. The boys to my right are throwing balled up paper at each other and the kid to my left is asleep. It seems as if I am the only one paying attention. Here, it seems less like a school and more like a prison. We can’t speak our minds or use creative thought, but instead are taught to be more like the standard, turning each of us into boring and lifeless replicas of the system. Instead of being known by our names or hobbies, we are labeled by numbers: our test scores, our class rank, our GPA. They police how we dress, how we talk, how we sit, how we think, and even when we pee, yet tell us to act more mature. Every day is a sick repetition of the day before until summer, which only leads us to another year of this lifeless facilitated learning. My eyes draw to the faded diamonds on my ring. There was a time when this ring wasn’t so dull. When my mom first gave it to me, it was beautiful and sparkling. Throughout the years it seemed to grow with me, becoming older as I did, and losing some of its shine as a result of the usual wear and tear. Now it just seemed to be a depressing reminder of what once was.
By Scarlett Elizabeth8 years ago in Viva
Life as a Daughter of Agent Orange, Part 7
Somehow it does not feel as if it has been a week since I last posted. A lot has gone on and frankly, I needed a breather from travelling back through my own timeline — as in Doctor Who, travelling one's own timeline is a dangerous game. Remembering all that I have for this story has stirred up feelings I never thought I would feel again. This past week I have been angry with my dad as I have not been in several years, probably since I was in Texas.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Families
Being a Dog Mom Changed My Life. Top Story - January 2018.
After debating whether being a full-time college student, part-time worker, and a full-time social butterfly would leave enough room to be a proper "full-time dog mom," I took a leap of faith into what I felt like was actual motherhood, and ended up adopting (I recommend adopting from your local shelter) an animal who has seemed to rescue ME more than I have rescued it.
By Kennedy Brown8 years ago in Petlife
How to Cope with the Death of a Loved One
With April coming up, it has been nine years since my dad passed away from a tragic automobile accident. It's not been an easy nine years. Some days are worse than others, especially around the holidays. That's when it seems to be the hardest.
By Susan Whallon Meeks8 years ago in Families
January Ipsy Glam Bag Review
Hi everyone! So, I figured I would start doing monthly Ipsy reviews. For those of you who don't know, Ipsy is a monthly subscription bag for $10 a month. You get five beauty items based upon a small questionnaire you fill out when you sign up. I have been subscribed for a year now and I love it. I recommend it to everyone. You get all kinds of different products for a much smaller price than you would buying it on your own. Granted, they are sample/travel sizes, but still! When I got my first bag, my husband and I looked up the official prices for each item, and it came out to a little over $100. Talk about crazy savings! If you're interested in signing up, use my referral code to get started!
By Savana Verret8 years ago in Blush
Outdoor Cats
You watch your outdoor cat as he romps in the grass, feeling the breeze, smelling for all the bugs. You watch, as he has this child-like fun with joyous abandon. You tried to make him an indoor only cat, so he can stay safe, but he just wasn’t happy enough. So you let him out, and this is the result.
By Kayla Babb8 years ago in Petlife