My Idea of a Perfect Relationship

He works.
She works...until they have kids.
They split the bills.
His hobbies are video games.
Her hobbies are reading and Facebook.
He leaves her alone to her hobbies.
She leaves him alone to his hobbies.
They are head over heels in love with each other.
At night, they watch movies together
or stream tv from Netflix.
She makes him a sandwich.
He rubs her back.
They joke about how the people they know are stupid.
He tells her about how annoying her friends are.
They laugh together.
Then they have amazing frisky time.
Days off are spent cleaning the house, but playing games together afterwards. 
They surf the web together and watch youtube videos.
They got out and make fun of strangers.
They eat together at restaurants that have a cool atmosphere.
They go mini-golfing.
They go to the movies.
She surprises him with breakfast in bed
He surprises her with daisies.
He lets her play a video game with her
And she kicks his butt.
They respect one another or get jealous.
They trust each other.
They have dumb arguments like who's turn it is to do the dishes 
Or what answers don't count in Scattergories. 
They're a team. A club.
A 2 person gang that nobody else is allowed to join.
Its them vs. everyone else.

Hand Holding vs Kissing

(First things first. Guys, do not take this entry to mean that all girls feel the same way I do. Maybe some do. Heck if I know. I mostly talk to dudes about dating these days.)

Most nights while I lay in bed waiting to fall asleep, I think about my day. I think about work, friends, family, decorating ideas for my apartment, etc. but I always end up thinking about one thing. Given the predicament I find myself in at this point in my life, as much as I hate to admit it, dating is on my mind a lot. Lots of random thoughts come to my mind like:

  • How do you know if you really love someone?
  • Is there really someone out there capable of loving me for who I am?
  • What does (insert any random action by the opposite gender) mean?
  • Do I already know the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with?
  • What can I do to improve my love life and dating experience?

Dating is not easy. Why? Because love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake. (Quoted from my favorite romantic comedy "Little Manhattan"). But that's not exactly what I wanted this post to focus on. So moving right along...

As I was laying in bed last night, I was thinking about numerous things, including physical actions one may participate in with the opposite gender (such as holding hands, cuddling, kissing, back rubs, etc) and what they might mean to people. Given recent events in my life, I have reevaluated many, many things. I had a good conversation with myself in my head last night regarding this issue. What do all these acts mean to me? I won't share everything (cuz the last thing I want to do is bore you and I'm not that much of an open book. I'm not putting myself way out there for the world to see), but I will focus on two things that really got me thinking last night and my conclusions about them. 

  • Kissing - I love kissing. I think its fan-freaking-tastic. Don't misinterpret what I am about to say into meaning that I don't like kissing. Because, holy crap, I like it a lot. But honestly, I do not understand why people make kissing such a big deal. I don't really get why some people wait to have their first kiss with their significant other until their wedding day. To make is special? That doesn't make ANY sense to me. I don't understand why people put such a big value on kissing. The movie "Enchanted" has a whole song about true love's kiss and I don't get it. I just don't. Seeing fireworks when you kiss someone? Huh, what does that mean? People kiss each other all the time! You kiss your mother, people in Europe kiss each other in greeting, Mommy kisses your boo-boos, people kiss the Pope's ring, people kiss old people on the head when they are sick or dead. I just don't get the big deal, apparently. 

But this leads me to why I think I might be the weirdest person ever....

  • Hand Holding - Holding someone's hand means WAY more to me than kissing them. I think I developed this idea after many years observing my parents who are always holding hands. I just think it means more. For me, it gives more excitement and makes me feel more loved. Its more of an emotional thing rather than a physical thing, which to me is WAY more important in a relationship. Holding hands is more sensual and more meaningful. It's a sign of unity and gives one the feeling of being one with that other person. Ok, look. I seriously hate PDA. I wrote an entire post about how much I hate PDA. There is nothing worse than having to sit behind a couple cuddling in church or walking past a couple making out on campus. But guess what? Holding hands is perfectly acceptable. It sends a message to onlookers that you have respect for your surroundings but at the same time, you want to show off that person to the world. I dunno if anyone else feels the same way I do. All I know is if a guy starts holding my hand, he better stop holding anyone else's. 

So yeah. I think that pretty much covers it. Have a lovely day! :)

Life's Little Instructions

(Given by a 95 year old)

Sing in the shower
Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated
Watch a sunrise at least once a year
Never refuse homemade brownies
Strive for excellence, not perfection
Plant a tree 
Learn three clean jokes
Return borrowed vehicles with the gas tank full
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love or admire them
Leave everything a little better than you found it
Keep things simple
Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know
Be forgiving to yourself and others
Say "please" and "thank you" a lot
Avoid negative people
Wear polished shoes
Remember other people's birthdays
Commit yourself to constant improvement
Have a firm handshake
Send lots of valentine cards
Look people in the eye
Be the first to say "hello"
Return all things you borrow
Make new friends but cherish the old ones
Keep secrets
Plant flowers every spring
Have a dog
Always accept an outstretched hand
Stop blaming others
Take responsibility for every aspect of your life
Wave at kids on school buses
Be there when people need you
Don't expect life to be fair
Never underestimate the power of love
Drink lots of hot chocolate
Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation
Admit it when you've made a mistake
Don't be afraid to say "I don't know"
Compliment small improvements
Keep your promises no matter what
Marry ONLY for love
Rekindle old friendships
Count your blessings
Call your parents
Instead of looking for happiness, create it. 

Westboro Baptist Church

Wow guys! Almost at 11,000 views! That's amazing!

I have always used this blog as somewhat of an outlet. I've posted about tons of different topics from cooking to boy drama to politics. Some posts are serious, others are funny, others are pointless. I can't say that I am well educated in many topics, but I post about things that are pressing on my mind, which brings me to my post for today.

The Westboro Baptist Church.

I first heard about this group about two years ago when they captured national attention for picketing at a marine's funeral. I made a very brief post about this religion around March of 2011 and then since have forgotten about them until recently. One thing to remember about me is that I love documentaries. I love learning about different things and I find documentaries are very satisfying. Anyway, so I was on Youtube last night trying to burn time and I came across a documentary called The Most Hated Family in America. (For those who can stomach learning about a very interesting religion and way of life, I strongly recommend this documentary. I learned SO much about these people!) I didn't know who the most hated family was until I clicked on the link. Within the first THREE SECONDS, I stared wide eyed in disbelief at the computer screen thinking "Am I REALLY hearing this?! Is this for real?" I then read the description of the video and three words caught my attention: Westboro Baptist Church. I then sat and watched all 8 parts of that documentary, fascinated at these people and their beliefs. If you don't know who these people are and don't have time to watch the documentary, lemme some it all up for you with some photos and videos:

Sean Hannity interview Shirley Phelps-Roper

A young man calls the WBC for information and this is what happened

Look at those pictures. Did you notice who is holding these signs? Children. On the documentary, these kids have no idea what these signs even mean. The adults are out these picketing as well, but I wanted to emphasis on the fact that little kids are taught from a very young age that this kind of discrimination is mandatory. But unfortunately, the fact that they do have these kids picketing also causes the children to be victims to everyone else's defense. Obviously if you see people on the side of the road holding signs like this, you'll get defensive and maybe give these people a piece of your mind and probably that's out of anger. These kids unfortunately get dumped on just as much as the adults and that saddens me a great deal. In the documentary, a car drives by the corner where the WBC are picketing and throws a fountain drink at the group, which results in the drink hitting a 7 year old in the head and cutting his face. 

What is so interesting to me is the fact that they take so much joy in telling people how wicked they are and how everyone is going to Hell. They truly believe that they are God's messengers and that if people hate them, then they're doing their job right. Therefore, they seriously take joy and comfort in the anger that falls upon them. That alone I cannot understand. 

Another thing I find interesting is their basis for their message. They picket funerals of soldiers because they believe the soldiers are fighting for a corrupt country that has evil rights, such as homosexuality. But what they fail to remember is that those soliders are also fighting for the WBC's freedom of speech and the right to even have a message. Ironic. 

Human beings are fascinating creatures. Each other has their own set of beliefs and understanding of their purpose in life. I respect everyone's right to live how they want and believe what they want. I would never try to tell anyone how they should be or how to live (except for my own children, of course.) But this is where I draw the line. When you have so much disrespect for a country and for SO many people, given the opportunity, I'll jump in, which is what I am taking this opportunity to do. Therefore, I close this post with a message specifically for one of main leaders of this church, Shirley Phelps-Roper. 

Shirley, if you hate America so much, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE!!!!