Dear Buenos, I just read that stretching too much before exercising might be a bad thing. Who are we supposed to trust when there's so much conflicting advice out there? I've been told my whole life, stretch before you run. - Lacy of Laredo
Dear Buenos, I've read all your columns and they've really helped me out so first and foremost, thank you. My question for you is this: what gives your life meaning? Most humans write out of a sense of ego? Is this true for you as well? - Bored in Boca Raton
Buenos, what's with this unending cold front? Does it have anything to do with global warming? - Freezing In Florida
Buenos helps a young co-ed far from home over Thanksgiving break. As always, he delivers sage advice while reminding us all that he's more than just a regular housecat. He's a cat who will eat just about anything.
Portly in Portland has a problem only the Buenos can solve.
Buenos the Cat takes a break from dispensing helpful life advice to give us a peak into his real life.
Dear Mr. Buenos, I live a blessed life in the little hamlet of Sioux City, Iowa with my wonderful wife and my two beautiful children. I have a decent job selling car insurance and a network of supportive friends who know me very well. Why would I have any reason to be depressed, right? Well even with all that my Father God has given me I still have found myself feeling the terrible weight of depression for weeks now. I've been having trouble sleeping, thinking about the drudgery of my existence. I've been loosing weight at an alarming speed and just recently I wasn't able to make love to my wife. It hurt her feelings terribly and I'm afraid my depression might become contagious to her if I can't give her the love and support that she needs. Why would God put me through this? I have to confess that I question His existence now that I'm in this terrible funk. Do you have any words of support for people out there having their faith questioned? - Downer Steve
I just started dating a really great guy. In fact, I wouldn't say we've been moving too fast but in less than two weeks we're constantly spending the night at each other's houses. My only problem is that I've also started having these terrible recurring dreams about my car losing its brakes while
Hello Buenos, My roommate is a disgusting pig. She lets her dirty dishes pile up for weeks, lets her food go moldy in the fridge, gets hair dye stains all over the bathroom, and leaves her dirty clothes scattered about the apartment, among other things.
Come on, Eldrick.