Showing posts with label Dirty Little Secret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dirty Little Secret. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

SHE SAID....THE SECRET TO A WOMAN REVEALED



 
Marion Pellicano Ambrose
Men say they just don't understand women. They think we're unpredicatable, irrational and impossible to figure out. Finally, here is a man's guide to women and how to deal with the woman you love.

When she pulls away, pull her back.

When she steals your favorite hoodie, let her wear it.
When she says she loves you, tell her you love her more than anything.
When she grabs at your hand, hold hers, look into her eyes and smile.
If she tells you a secret, listen with interest and keep it safe and unshared.

When she looks into your eyes, look back and don’t look away until she does.

When she’s angry, hold her tight and kiss her hair, don’t let go until she’s calm.

When she says she’s Ok or that nothing’s wrong, don’t believe it.

Call her at 12am on her birthday to say you love her and couldn’t wait to tell her.

Treat her like she’s all that matters to you.

Watch her favorite movie with her, even if you think it’s stupid, and don’t make comments or roll your eyes during the movie.

Don’t talk about other girls around her, and NEVER tell her how “hot” a girl passing by is.

Kiss her in the pouring rain. Kiss her in a falling snow. Kiss her in the middle of a crowd.

When she runs to you crying , cradle her like a child and ask “Whose ass am I kicking baby?”

Even if you’ve been together for 25 years, have her scoot next to you in the car or on the couch.

Gently play with her hair.

When she’s sick, with a sore red nose, her hair is a tangled mess and she’s in flannel pj’s and fuzzy slippers, tell her she’s beautiful.

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When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.

When she's scared, hold her, protect her

Don’t let a day go by without letting her know in some way that she’s important to you and that you love her. Why? Because she’s a woman and every day she’s doubting herself.


Women are the most complex of all God’s creatures. No matter how confident, beautiful, talented and intelligent one may be, she still needs constant reassurance that she is loved and treasured by the man she loves. If she denies this, she’s lying!

Notice that NOTHING on this list cost money. That’s because “things” aren’t as important to a woman in love than reassurance that she is loved in return. Sure, women love little gifts and surprises, but believe me, expressions of love mean so much more!

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Friday, May 27, 2011

My Dirty Little Secret





Marion Pellicano Ambrose
Yes, I have a dirty little secret and most women have the same dirty secret as I do! Of course, few of us would admit it, and it does come in different forms, but I would say 90% share this same hidden skeleton in the closet!
It’s 7am, hubby is off to work, kids are off to school and it’s my day off.  I sit and have another leisurely cup of coffee and read the paper. 
Now it’s 8am. I panic! I run to pick up all the junk around the living room. I stuff some laundry in the washer and put all the dirty clothes that were scattered on the floor, the bed and various chairs in the hamper. I pack up the garbage that smells like fish and bring it to the trash.
Oh no, it’s 8:45! I run to the bathroom and shove all my makeup and the curling iron under the sink. I cap the toothpaste and wipe up the blob that landed in the sink.
It’s 8:55! I run to the kitchen and shove all the dishes that were sitting in the basin into the dishwasher and turn it on. I run to the bedroom and rip off my pajamas, throw on clean jeans and a nicely pressed shirt.
9am – the doorbell rings!  My housekeeper is here for my weekly house cleaning!
Admit it, you do the same thing! And if you don’t have a housekeeper, you do the same thing just before your husband comes home! But don’t worry, I won’t tell. It will be OUR dirty little secret!

*A short video on an outstanding blog site gave me the idea for this post. Take a moment to enjoy the clip at “Tomatoes In The Trenches Blog”.