I Am Not A ‘Netflix And Chill’ Kind Of Girl

I am not simply a Netflix and chill sort of woman. Not the Not the. Not the type. No.

I am the sort of lady that desires you to take me on an insane experience to the yard. Press me on the tree swing and inform me about your life, your home town, your high school friend. Lets walk around the block. Lets avoid rocks on the pond. Lets get in your vehicle and go to a play area, take turns moving down the slides. Lets simply play music and drive.

Take me someplace. On a holiday. A journey to South Beach, a flight to Miami for Ultra Music Festival, a ticket to the Minnesota State Fair. Ruin me. Not constantly. Im not a clingy lady.

Take me to the little hole-in-the-wall Chinese dining establishment on 53rd and James. To the drive in motion picture theatre thirty miles from town. I desire experiences with you. I desire memories. I desire us to recall through albums of images, me on your lap, your one hand on my hip and the other indicating the photo people on the ledge of the Grand Canyon, my smile extended throughout my face like a youngsters.

I do not desire your cash. Not constantly. I truly simply desire your time. I do not mind snuggling on the sofa for a film. And I do not mind pizza, particularly when its pepperoni, sausage, and onion, however I do not desire the exact same regimen. I do not desire the TELEVISION over the noise of your voice.

Some days I am content simply lying next to you. Not stating anything. Simply feeling your heart beat and mine, letting my mind roam to future dates, future memories, future experiences. I do not constantly desire something insane. Some nights I simply wish to be around you and pals, tossing and chuckling back beers.

No, Im not simply a Netflix and chill kind of lady. I wish to become aware of the little things that make you, you. Your most significant remorse, how dandelions make your nose scratchy, that your preferred season is fall, or the time you broke your toe riding your buddies bike in fuzzy slippers.

I desire you to challenge me. Modification my view on politics, on faith. Teach me ways to repair a blowout, the best ways to state hi in 6 various languages, ways to dribble a soccer ball.

I do not wish to be tired by you. I wish to invest my life making experiences with you. Sculpting our initials into tree bark and mountain sides, purchasing fifty-cent post cards from every gasoline station in the United States and mailing them to ourselves, attempting beer in every nation, gathering sand from each beach weve strolled on.

I wish to go to sleep every night tired. Get up every early morning restored. I wish to chase after dreams with you. I wish to be the factor you feel young, the factor you enjoy life. I wish to be more than simply the woman youve seen every tv episode with.

Dont get me incorrect. I will enjoy films with you, a pail of caramel corn in between us, my head cuddled versus your chest, our legs linked. I will develop forts in the living-room, gown in my comfiest baggy clothing, have marathons of Breaking Bad and take in massive quantities of processed food. These things will make me delighted, too. Not as interesting as living our lives. Not the like sharing memories and minutes as goodeven betterthan whats on the tv screen.

Thought Catalog author Heidi Priebe discusses the best ways to handle the ups, downs and inside-outs of daily life as an ENFP in her brand-new book offered here.

Read more: http://thoughtcatalog.com/marisa-donnelly/2015/11/i-am-not-a-netflix-and-chill-kind-of-girl/

How the Trans-Siberian railway became the love train

Ann OLoughlin triggered throughout the Soviet Union almost 30 years back, trying to find experience and an opportunity to practice her Russian. Rather, she fulfilled an interesting complete stranger in a leather coat in the next carriage

T he Trans-Siberian train , the best train journey on the planet, is where our love story started.

When I reserved a ticket on the Rossiya train to take a trip from west to east through various time zones, I anticipated an excellent experience, to rub shoulders with individuals from a really various culture and to try the smidgen of Russian I had actually vigilantly studied.

Never did I anticipate to fulfill the love of my life and state I do by the time the train skirted around the far edges of Lake Baikal and from the city of Irkutsk in Siberia.

Ours was a vacation love like no other; love kindled on that fantastic iron roadway put in location at the time of the tsar and which tracks throughout the previous Soviet Union week in, week out. Over 4 days as the train rotated its method through the heart of Russia and into Mongolia, 2 individuals who were determined they were not trying to find love, opened their hearts, fell incredibly in love, started preparing a future, promising to invest the rest of their lives together.

It was the late 1980s, the period of glasnost and Gorbachev. I had actually stockpiled on pens and note pads to compose a journal of my journeys, and Tolstoy was packed in my rucksack for some light reading. John had actually loaded pens and note pads to sketch minutes of his journey. All these lofty ideas were forgotten as we got to understand each other and love progressed.

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The 2 people, an Irishwoman and an Englishman, were taking a trip to China from Moscow, a journey of 7,854 km. John had actually captured my eye early on, high with round John Lennon glasses and a leather coat hanging over one shoulder. He remained in the compartment next to mine; we initially talked as we stood in the passage on a sweltering July day, the window down, the warm air hurrying past us as the train made its escape of the dismal commercial suburban areas of Moscow; the grey city receding, the land folding away further than the eye might see. Outside Moscow, picket-fenced dachas, the summer season homes of the abundant Muscovites, dotted the landscape prior to paving the way to countryside and forest, countless miles prior to we reached Irkutsk in a journey that would take in little and huge stations, all hectic no matter the time of day or night.

Ann OLoughlins spouse, John.

To comprehend this fantastic train journey and enjoy it at its finest, it is needed to fall a couple of equipments and enjoy the world pass. The world on the train goes on at its own rate as it feasts on the train miles, silver birch trees standing sentry along the line. The compartments in the carriage are little, so throughout the day as all the other guests sit conveniently, it is much easier to settle on the passage pull-down seats by the windows. Individuals stop and talk passing backward and forward to the samovar or the toilet, where warm water is given night and day.

Time is unimportant. The train does its company on Moscow time, the regional stations on regional time in various time zones. For the visitor, the only constant is the mild roll of the train, the background piped rock music; the cars and truck attendants, or provodnitsa, patrolling the carriage sweeping and cleaning.

Sitting side by side, there was a lot of time to talk, which was precisely what John and I did, being familiar with each other, learning what does it cost? we shared. That John was 18 years older than me was unimportant when we were together it was as if we were on a specifically chartered personal train, we observed no one else.

We quickly ended up being the talk of the train, the carriage attendants sending out updates to coworkers, and happily informing our story to the babushkas When we stopped at stations, offering items. The Trans-Siberian had actually ended up being the love train. A few of the old ladies in their flowery housecoats, headscarfs knotted securely under their chins, pressed totally free sugary foods on us, chuckling and laughing, tossing their eyes to paradise. Others shook their heads, wagged their fingers and forecasted it would not last beyond the next long stop.

At Novosibirsk, as the train drew in to the platform late at night, we initially broached the future. Of moving nations to be together. I wished to send out a message back along the line to the questioning babushkas. For numerous it should have appeared like a vacation fling, however we understood this was just the start.

Thousands of miles down the line, we both understood we werent simply on a journey of a life time, however a life-altering journey. We understood when the train lastly reached its location that we wished to advance brand-new experiences together.

For me, the realisation we were suggested to be together came right after the train stopped at Sverdlovsk (now Ekaterinburg station) and John, a substantial train enthusiast, saw that a train indication stating post or mail in Cyrillic had actually fallen under our train and on to the tracks. He was lured to reach down and get it, however chose to leave it. I hunkered down and pressed my hand under the train, simply as we were called back on board. I concealed the indication under my coat, and John did not even understand I had it up until we returned into the carriage. When he saw me hanging out of the window to get a photo of the train coming down the opposite line, he understood he was particular. He pulled me in the nick of time as the train hurried previous, his face white, mine victorious stating I had actually got the shot. He states he understood then it was never ever going to be dull with me and I understood I might constantly trust him to have my back.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/jul/22/how-the-trans-siberian-railway-became-the-love-train

My life is full of religion and education but no men

At only 27 years old, a high-performing woman fears she is having a midlife crisis: she feels her conservative and Christian beliefs have prevented her from finding love. Mariella Frostrup encourages her to emerge from her chrysalis

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/feb/19/my-life-is-full-of-religion-and-education-but-no-men

Ikea replaces product names with love-related Google searches

Ikea replaces product names with love-related Google searches

That would make a good name for a Malm bed surely?

Image: vimeo/IKEA

The Swedish names of Ikea products can be tricky to pronounce, what with their umlauts and silent consonants.

Eradicating any linguistic confusion, the homewares giant’s latest campaign see select products given English alternatives: Frequently Googled relationship problems, of course.

The searches were pulled from the most common Swedish searches and used in the “Retail Therapy” campaign.

And naturally, those secretly Googled questions are paired with an Ikea product that could “fix” the problem.

“How To Stay Married” all for the low low price of $39.99!

Image: ikea retail therapy screenshot

If Inbjudande is just a name your western sentiments simply can’t wrap themselves around, how about a lovely “Too Shy To Ask Someone Out” apron?

Wearing your problems on your front.

Image: ikea Retail therapy screenshot

Ad agency kestam Holst took motivation from the complications of family relationships of many kinds: The exquisite frustration teenagers cause their parents, the difficulty of financial decisionand even the complexities of how one would confront an unfaithful lover.

All thoughtfully paired with Ikea products.

TBH I’d rather sell my organs than discuss finances with a partner.

Image: ikea Retail therapy screenshot

Products even include a “Related Relationship Problems” tab at the bottom of each page. If you like “He Doesn’t Text Back,” you’ll love “I Need More Men In My Life.”

Image: ikea retail therapy screenshot

A full list of the tongue-in-cheek products is available from their website. This white Queen outfit is obviously a must-have.

“In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen!”

BONUS: Heres how a VR kitchen could transform holiday shopping

Read more: http://mashable.com/2016/12/09/ikea-retail-therapy-relationship-problems-ad-campaign/

Relationship Talk From The Horse’s Mouth


Written by Davne A Silke

We have all got them in our lives.  We have expectations to have them and when we have them we have expectations of them! We crave them when we haven’t got the type we want or got enough of them yet when we have too many they are hard to manage.

Some you use, some use you.  Some you want and some you tolerate. Whatever your expectations of them you will have experienced ones you love and adore , some you can take or leave and others that drive you to distraction.  When they go well they’ll have you feel blessed and healthy but when they go wrong they can make you ill, break your heart and even cause your death.

Relationships!  They are the juice of our lives and are as normal as oxygen.

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