MARRIAGE.. (for all the good husbands and even boyfriends..)

**This really  made me laugh -  Read carefully the prayer part..


A man and woman had been married for more than 60 
years. They had shared everything. They had talked 
about everything. They had kept no secrets from each 
other except that the little old woman had a shoe box 
in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her 
husband never to open or ask her about. 

For all of these years, he had never thought about the 
box, but one day the little old woman got very sick 
and the doctor said she would not recover. 

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old 
man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s 
bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should 
know what was in the box. 

When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a 
stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about 
the contents. 

“When we were to be married,” she said, “my 
grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was 
to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry 
with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a 
doll.” 

The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back 
tears. 

Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only 
been 
angry with him two times in all those years of living 
and loving. 

He almost burst with happiness. 

“Honey,” he said, “that explains the dolls, but what 
about all 
this money? Where did it come from?” 


“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling 
the dolls.” 


Women will love this prayer. 

Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man, 
Love to forgive him, and Patience for his moods. 
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength, I’ll beat him to 
death. Amen! 

My first “almost-nice-drawing” ever..

My first “almost-nice-drawing” ever..

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just some kind of FUN! LOL

This is brilliant 

THIS IS AMAZING!!!

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I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman, “If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.” I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch? It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then. Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged. Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for? There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car. Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting. We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.

—Ashton Kutcher (via whenthecamerasoff)

I agree 100%..take the time to read this. I write letters to the Zombie all the time!..Sometimes I leave little Post-it notes everywhere for him to find (yes CHEESE I know) It really makes a difference.

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Some things aren’t meant to be kept forever.. You know you have to stop and let go when things aren’t going right, and everything you did is UNAPPRECIATED.. Remember What BATMAN says? “It’s wiser to be ALONE but HAPPY, than WITH SOMEONE who does NOTHING while you’re doing EVERYTHING.”.
by Stars of Rhafaeng.. (Rhafael Tanchico)..

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