Preaching to the Choir

A friend posted a link to a blog about how women should respect their husbands. 

I suppose everyone here already knows this, but I thought it was a good reminder nonetheless.

Tomorrow BIKSS comes home, and I'm ashamed to admit sometimes I take him for granted. I take his presence in my life and the emotional security he provides for granted. 

Which is why this piece was a timely reminder for me. We go to the opera on Friday. And I'm going to be the most well-behaved little girl EVER!

Here's a snippet:

"Respect is our language. If it isn’t said with respect, we can’t hear it. This is why nagging is ineffective and self defeating. This is why statements made in sarcastic tones, or with rolling eyes, will never be received well. We have a filter in our brains, and a statement made in disrespect will be filtered out like the poison it is."

And here's the link: -

Your Husband Doesn't Have To Earn Your Respect

All Kinds of Everything...

...  remind me of BIKSS!

Red wall
Purple walls
Cushions to fit the lace covers
Washing machine water hose
Curtains
Framed t-shirts
Baking station
A LOT OF FURNITURE he helped move
Living room ceiling light
Dented lid on the coffee tin
Jewellery and  hair-adorning accoutrements

... and more!

I suppose I have enough of him around me so that I won't miss him too badly while he's away this week.

Maybe I'll go shopping for something new to wear to the opera on Friday!

Happy Bacon-tine's Day

FIRST OF ALL ----

<<PLUS>> I GOT ME SOME SPANKS! HURRAY!

And now, on to the good stuff :

BACON BOUQUETS

If you're good with pictures, you can try this: 

OR you can Click here for the link

The Food, The Ad, and the Parody

First of all, here's the article that BIKSS sent me. I've copied it here in case it's too bothersome to go to the link (I know I hate links when I'm using the fone to read stuff...) -

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BY GEORGETTE EVA

Before you enjoy this “banned” Superbowl ad showing a sweaty Fernanda Romero suckling a long Carl’s Jr. sausage breakfast sandwich, I should warn you that Carl’s Jr. does not make this ostentatious breakfast sandwich. I don’t want you to get your hopes up as you watch Romero —who had a long day working at the ranch and can’t pace herself out of hunger —attempts to bring the entire, um, junior down her throat. That’s expected. She’s hungry! She doesn’t care when the mayo spills onto her exposed décolletage and she has to lick every saucy bit off her fingers with aching care. She even slaps her Daisy Dukes to reprimand herself, but you can tell she's enjoying that sandwich, even if this commercial is a parody.

It doesn’t matter that the Carl’s Jr. sausage breakfast sandwich isn’t actually real (though there might be a market). I don't know where to find a Carl's Jr. near me anyway, and in their previous (real) commercials, I mistakenly thought that Kate Upton was trying to sell me stockings and that Padma Lakshmi was warning me about wearing during summer heat waves.

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Ok, and NOW take a look at THIS :- which is supposed to be the "Part 2" to that parody. Enjoy!

And now, *I* want a mayo explosion -.-!

Communication

It's been a while since I've been here.

I've been spending more time experiencing life than skulking about online.

Meanwhile, here's an interesting post on communicating with men : I'm sure we've all read it in some form over the course of our lives, but a reminder is always a good thing eh? Click the link below to go to the article.

Brushing up on your Menglish