You Need A Cat In Your Life | The Pro-Side Of Cat Ownership

A few weeks ago, I was at a dinner party when the subject “cat vs. dog” arose. It came up in that imminent way sensitive subjects always seem to arise in mixed company, dangling before your eyes, teasing and dangerous, Russian-roulette-style, (much like politics, religion, and race). In which, you don’t know what comment you’ll make that will inevitably offend half the guests present.

It’s a tricky game to play.

However, without the need to put down Man’s Best Friend, here are some reasons why you need a cat in your life.

Because you probably just need a cat in your life. Period.

[VIDEO] Adopting Cova | Only Watch If You Love Kitten Footage

Only watch if you love adorable kitten footage.

Bryce vlogs for the first time, and you get to see how tiny Cova really was.

Watch the video here.

How To Socialize

In this day and age, it’s hard to get through a twenty-four hour period without hearing the word “social.” Social media. Social distancing. Socialize.

But what about those who lack the basic requirements of socialization? What about those who have quarantined for so long that they’ve forgotten how to socialize with their fellow man?

That’s where this post comes in.

Socializing is a stressful, somewhat life-threatening factor, necessary to human existence. Let’s get that out of the way. No matter if you’re shy, introverted, or don’t have a tongue, if the waitress at Denny’s asks if you need ketchup, you need to be able to answer her effectively, politely, and without coming off as a psychopath.

Beating The Boredom Of Quarantine

I am blessed to be a part of the “essentials,” the group who has been able to keep their eight hour job during this age where the COVID-19 reigns.

It’s strange.

Besides wearing a mask and half a face of makeup on my eyes and forehead (top-half), not much has changed for me.

It’s surreal to live out my regular, pre-COVID life in a world with fewer cars on the road, strangers wearing dust masks (who don’t look scary and murderous), and a constant disinfecting of my hands.

Nesting — Organization, Finding Happiness In Less

I am in the process of nesting.

I read The Year Of Less** and a fire has ignited in the deep hollows of my gut. My gut hollows, if you will.

** Quick book review: great premise, though I didn’t care too much about her incredibly in-depth personal journey. **

However, I shut the book with one thing in mind: I must purge, organize, and clean.

I Break Things

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I’ve created a reputation for myself.

It started young, this special gift of mine. There are always those popular “Rebekah stories” that surface whilst entertaining guests over dinner, and the one about me wrecking my dad’s classic car is definitely at the top.

It isn’t what you think.

How To Attract Guys

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I wanted a Subway sandwich.

I was out shopping with my mom. The adrenaline that comes from wildly spending money, mixed with perseverance to find a bag that looked like a Givenchy Antigona without the cost, left me famished.

We found ourselves in the mall.

“Do you want Subway?” I asked, stepping into the line.

I’ll be honest. My mother had no choice. My stomach lead my heart, and my heart led my feet, and my feet led me to Subway. It was basically the plot line of every romance novel ever written.

Oscars 2020 — What You Missed

Oscars 2020 went live yesterday afternoon. You bet your bottom that I was cozied up on the couch, wearing my fluffy, Smiling-Panda socks and clapping like an excitable crazy person.

I had been looking forward to this all weekend: watching the Oscars LIVE for the first time.

There’s A Predator In My House

On November first, I welcomed a new family member into my home and her name is Cova.

Feel free to awwwwwww

Left On The Side Of The Road — A Mother’s Story (Part 2 of The Night My Mother Went Missing)

It all started when I received a phone call from my daughter asking me, as she has in the past, if I was doing anything that night.

She was car shopping and wanted to know if I would go with her. The drive time to the dealer with traffic—over one hour and a half.

Pondering how crazy it was to shop for a car that was so far away on a weekday evening, I agreed, and we left.