We are Family

When I broke up with yet another boyfriend, this time after a three?year relationship, I decided it was time for me to face the facts-I was just not lucky in love aspire atlantis. Yet even though I had given up on men, I wasn't ready to go without love in my life, so I decided to get a dog.

  I found the perfect puppy after a careful search, and one hot June day, I brought home the little golden retriever puppy I'd named Cognac.

  Like all puppies, Cognac was adorable; immediately, I felt love and sweetness flowing in my life again. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner?

  A few days later, I received a call from a man who'd gotten my name through a computer?dating club. I had joined the club before the start of my last relationship and had never cancelled my membership. I hadn't been very impressed with the people I'd met through the club's services, but this guy, Brad, seemed nice enough on the phone, so when he asked me to meet him at the lake in a nearby park the next evening, I thought, I've got to walk Cognac anyway . . . sure, why not?

  Brad had said he was no longer in the service, but that he had been an air force tech sergeant. That wasn't the kind of guy I usually dated, but I had liked his voice on the phone and decided to keep an open mind. When I got to the park for our date, I looked around for a blond man with a buzz cut and a military bearing. There was no one like that at the park-the only blond man was a gorgeous guy with hair almost to his shoulders. I thought, Now why can't a guy like that ask me out? ~ Then the gorgeous guy walked over to me and said, "Are you Jan?"

  I immediately decided to give men another chance.

  Cognac's enthusiastic greeting made our introductions easy. He jumped up on Brad's legs and ran in circles, wagging his whole body madly while trying to lick every part of Brad he could. We started to walk around the lake, and everybody we met fussed over the puppy. By the time we were halfway around the lake, Brad was holding Cognac's leash, and he and I were chatting away like old friends.

  At the end of our walk, we weren't ready to say goodbye, so we found a cafe and picked an outdoor table so the puppy could be with us. From the very start, our relationship included Cognac.

  Things went from good to better. One evening, three months later, Brad and I went to a restaurant that we liked for dinner. It was one of those places that have paper over the tablecloths and when they bring you the menu, they also bring crayons so that you can draw or writ e poetry while you're waiting for your meal. Brad and I always played Hangman while we waited and that night, we were playing our usual game. As I guessed the letters and the words started to form themselves, a sentence emerged: Will you marry me Unique Beauty?

  I gasped and turned towards Brad, "Are you kidding?"

  Brad looked nervous, but his eyes were shining and he smiled at me. "No, I'm not kidding-what's your answer?"

  I took a crayon and wrote a huge YES across the paper.

  We sat grinning at each other for a few minutes and then began to plan our wedding.

  From the start, we were sure about two things: We wanted an outdoor wedding and we wanted Cognac to be a part of the ceremony.

  The day of the wedding dawned perfect and clear. Our families and friends gathered near the natural spring that we'd chosen as the spot where we would say our vows. My bridesmaids were dressed in rich purple gowns. I had on my wedding dress, and my heart felt as if it were overflowing with love and joy. Yet I was slightly apprehensive, wondering if we had lost our minds expecting Cognac, now ten months old and goofy in the way that only young dogs can be, to handle his responsibilities as ringbearer without creating chaos.

  Cognac wore a white collar and a purple satin bow tie. My bridesmaids, who knew we had lost our minds having a dog at the ceremony, ran around with lint rollers, trying to keep their dark gowns free of golden hair-an almost impossible task.

  Cognac's job was to carry a heart?shaped basket containing our rings to Brad. The basket held a heart?shaped pillow to which Brad had secured our rings with pieces of wire. This would prevent a disaster, in case Cognac decided to go for a swim in the spring, basket and all, instead of delivering it to Brad as we'd planned. As I began to walk to the aisle, in preparation for following the bridesmaids, I panicked. I realized I needed another hand! I held my bouquet in one hand, Cognac on his leash in the other, but I needed to hold the basket as well. If I gave the basket to Cognac to carry, he would take it as the signal to run to Brad, just as he'd been trained and I'd be dragged after him-spoiling the effect I'd had in my mind for my appearance on the scene.

  Somehow I managed to get to the aisle, unhook

  Cognac's leash and put the basket in his mouth. He was off like a shot, racing toward Brad with his beautiful golden ears streaming behind him, as if he was hot on the trail of a speeding rabbit. There was a swell of laughter as our guests appreciated the dedication of our furry ring- bearer.

  When Cognac reached Brad, he dropped the basket at feet and, panting, looked up at Brad for approval. As Brad reached down to pick up the rings, a suddenly quiet Cognac solemnly raised his paw to meet my almost- husband's hand-a canine "Way to go, Brad."

  Our guests, dog?lovers and non?dog?lovers alike alinamin, were completely undone and to this day, when anyone talks about our wedding they may not remember what year it was or what I was wearing, but they always mention the dog's pawshake.

  For me, it was the perfect start to our new life together. Just the way I always dreamed it would be-Brad and me ... and Cognac.

Fish Cheeks

I fell in love with the minister's son the winter I turned fourteen. He was not Chinese, but as white as Mary in the manger. For Christmas I prayed for this blond-haired boy joyetech egrip vt, Robert, and a slim new American nose. When I found out that my parents had invited the minister's family over for Christmas Eve dinner, I cried. What would Robert think of our shabby Chinese Christmas? What would he think of our noisy Chinese relatives who lacked proper American manners? What terrible disappointment would he feel upon seeing not a roasted turkey and sweet potatoes but Chinese food?

  On Christmas Eve I saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. She was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. The kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: A slimy rock cod with bulging eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. Tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. A bowl soaking dried fungus back to life. A plate of squid, their back crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.

  And then they arrived --- the minister's family and all my relatives in a clamor of doorbells and rumpled Christmas packages. Robert grunted hello, and I pretended he was not worthy of existence.

  Dinner threw me deeper into despair. My relatives licked the ends of their chopsticks and reached across the table, dipping them into the dozen or so plates of food gyms in hong kong. Robert and his family waited patiently for platters to be passed to them. My relatives murmured with pleasure when my mother brought out the whole steam fish. Robert grimaced.

  Then my father poked his chopsticks just below the fish eye and plucked out the soft meat. "Amy, your favorite," he said, offering me the tender fish cheek. I wanted to disappear. At the end of the meal my father leaned back to and belched loudly, thanking my mother for her fine cooking. "It's a polite Chinese custom to show you are satisfied," explained my father to our astonished guests. Robert was looking down at his plate with a reddened face. The minister managed to muster up a quiet burp. I was stunned into silence for the rest of the night.

  After everyone had gone, my mother told me, "You want to be the same as American girls on the outside." She handed me an early gift. It was a miniskirt in beige tweed. "But inside you must always be Chinese. You must be proud you are different. Your only shame is to have shame."

  And even though I didn't agree with her then, I knew that she understood how much I had suffered during the evening's dinner. It wasn't until many years later --- long after I had gotten over my crush on Robert --- that I was able to fully appreciate her lesson and the true purpose behind out particular menu. For Christmas Eve that year Beauty Box, she had chosen all my favorite foods.

Looking forward to the realization

Son of junior high school trip is over two-thirds of the remaining one-third will begin in a minute. The past two years are growing most rapidly for two years, his body is from June 3rd one meter to one meter seven or eight long, beautiful youth bean occupies two temples, voice is becoming more and more adult. In learning aspect is relatively hard, but always felt that he told the teacher assigned the task of comparing the metaphysical.

Also have dabbled in self-study, but do not system. Learning is not very high enthusiasm and momentum is very strong. The violin level is rising quickly, pulling up like so return a responsibility, Dream beauty pro that sounds quite interesting. With people is much better than primary school. Confidence, sunshine, full of youthful spirit, made a few good friends. As a competitive person in the class work and work well.

Tomorrow, this boy hone in grade 3 is about to begin. He seem to have no special feeling, I also not to what he said. Grade school in tight, large burden, ready to bear hardships, serious and the like, the teacher may have already said a lot of times, Diamond water still have to say in the future.

I say may only be counterproductive, therefore I am. I just communicate with his communication, from the aspects of learning methods is cut and dried and the main means to summarize their own learning experience, to experience or failure experience, find suitable for their own learning method, and stick to it. I think I can do is just so.

Celebrities in teenagers aspire to more ancient times. My son has very foolish, but I did better than others. I want to more than I'm sure is no problem, Diamond water the key is how much can go beyond.

Ah! Worry, it is no use. All have to wait until he really understand.

What a pain understanding!

The view of the scenery

Scenery in the mountains, green mountain pine, flashing turneth the edge of blackish green, stirring up rough melody. Vines qing stone creak, rock burst, rolled piece piece of rock from time to time.

Pine roots such as inserted into the heart of the earth, the wind break, withered, ice fall, nuskin hk still proudly without drawing. Is a scenery of the eternal.

More than the ancients compared the pine to old, closely compare it to a kind of spirit of immortality. Tall and straight pine and declare an ageless story after another.

Li bai - what if LingYunXiao, thousands of feet straight, is the best reflection of the pines incisively and vividly.

Azalea, light green hills in the dyed red, and the earth ornament, vitality. As the young girl shy blushing face, red lips and bright-coloured and is about to drip, step into the mountains, like a dream love with her.

Azalea blossoms in the sublimation, fade in the gorgeous. Perhaps this is the scenery like epiphyllum.

But the flower of the field in the gorgeous blossom, nu skin accumulate the mountain to be attractive, in the land of essence, harvest in the gorgeous. Crazy in the gorgeous, it's sweat scenery.

So, there will be a smile hang branches, sweating of the fruit, the beijiang river - Wang Xin song, picturesque, beautiful jiangnan town bright girl such as flower, sings dragonfly nod, drunk lotus leaf frog mouths.

Then Wang Xin and Wang Xin -- beijiang river beauty, be appreciate the scenery of others.

The square, the beautiful tune of beijiang river beauty, dance girl, stepping the beautiful melody, float soft body, dancing drunk sky blink, nuskin drunk to pedestrians. The scenery be envied by others.

In fact, life is a scenery, scenery, a wise is a fool's scenery, ambitious if fools scenery. Some people are standing on a mountain high multifunction appreciate others, you're appreciate others and by others to appreciate, this is the view of landscape.

I wish -- -- you'll never be appreciate the scenery of others.

The long reed flowers

In childhood, my grandma's small garden, there is always a large grass when autumn comes, it becomes a big cluster of white flowers, swaying gently, beautiful dance. They are tall and straight stems, thin, long leaves, flowers white, fluffy. Naughty, the wind dancing merrily across flocculant blows up a bunch of flowers, flocculant, flying, compass college like a hike up the snow.

When my cousin and cousin would clap hands laughed: "snow snow!!" Then stretched out his hand to pick up the light of flocculant, but always also can not meet, maomao flocculant son pour glue on the hair, a comic. We are always in the "snow", often stop to look at each other, can't help laughing.

"This is what the grass?" My cousin asked in a face of innocence, that she ratio I big, will know.

"Uh..." Cousin stuttered for a moment. In fact, only a year older than I and she doesn't know what. But we cannot abandon the sister's face, she cleared his throat, pretending to be a knowledgeable, pretend to say: "that...... is called snow grass, you have not found it flowering flocculant son like snowflakes flutter?" "Oh!" I understand nodded, the in the mind is full of foolish.

War is a childhood with snow grass one of our three children love to play games. First, choose grass is the key. We will each cat, in the lush snow grass for a thick stems, flowers, most flocculant son most of snow grass, carefully to pull it down. Sometimes we tried to put it off, it means that this is a "good grass".

You can find the "good grass", or holding the blade of grass, triumphant, face satisfiedly smile, that mean: see, I have my eye! ; Beaming, either a delighted smile on his face; Either laughing face upwards, proudly show off in an ostentatious manner to show off.

Next, everybody looks at each other, frowning and motioned with their eyes, the meaning is "alliance" with each other. "Hey!" Cousin blink eyes at me, nu skin hk and I got the message nod. To take our own cousin commanded, "weapons" - all fell on the snow grass cousin.

Cousin panic, grabbed a snow grass to block our offense, but outnumbered, still can't get rid of me and cousin. "Pop" our snow grass like the raining to unstructured play on cousin, flocculant, floating around, "snow" on cousin hair, clothes, make he is covered in a full face of "snow". He was not angry, but laughed, laughed at in the sky "Snow White" running around. Perhaps, this is the tong zhen, this is my childhood.

"It's so big, can when the broom?" Cousin ideas again, and unconstrained style "is used to sweep the floor, a few days ago my grandmother is not to say that no broom!" Cousin want to don't want to just agreed: "hurrah!" To start, we tried to pull a few roots thick snow grass, they are probably the major player in the grass. Next, it's time to find a rope, but where there is? We have encountered a problem. "There is!" Cousin flashes, unter den unter den ran upstairs and dig out a sports shoes, word began to dismantle his shoes.

Shoelaces break out, cousin carry shoelaces, excitedly round around a few snowflakes branches, grass, made a strong and beautiful bow. "Look at our work at an early age will do broom!" I said cheerfully, there was the delight on your face, really want to pull the "broom" out to show off.

At this time, my grandmother came back. "Grandma, you look! We have done a broom!" Cousin proudly to the grandmother boasting, hoisted into "broom" cried loudly. "What you made of?" Grandmother who smile said, nu skin hk curiously looked at this wonderful work "broom". "Snow flower and the grass!" The three of us with one voice answered loudly.

Grandma finally could not help but laugh, smile became a chrysanthemum: "ouch! What snow grass! That's a reed! Ha ha ha......" She is laughing at what? Laughing at our childlike innocence? Laugh at our childish? I couldn't say for sure.

Although we love snow grass changed name, but we still love it, love it pure flowers, like the wind blows over it flutter of flocculant, like dancing in the sky "snow" white, like a childhood with me through the long reed flowers...


No Name Ninja