Love and Marriage a big difference!

Love and Marriage


Love is holding hands in the street.
Marriage is holding arguments in the street.


Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant.
Marriage is a take home packet.


Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.


Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.


Love is going to bed early.
Marriage is going to sleep early.


Love is a romantic drive.
Marriage is arrive on tops curvy tarmac .


Love is losing your appetite.
Marriage is losing your figure.


Love is sweet nothing in the ear.
Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.


Tv has no place in love.
Marriage is a fight for remote control.


Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.
Marriage is "Don't you think you've had enough!".

Conclusion: "Love is blind, Marriage is an eye opener!"
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How Could You??

Hi Everyone, pls give time to read this post. It's a great letter.Thank you

How could you? When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"...but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.


There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.


When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

Become Realistic..

We should all set goals for ourselves. Without them our lives would stagnate. We'd end up spending most of our time either in front of the tube watching Brady Bunch reruns or sitting at a bar getting plastered. It's not a pretty picture in either case. Having said that, when you do set goals it is important to be realistic about those goals. Setting a goal that is obviously impossible to achieve is not only foolish, but will end up frustrating you to the point where you give up on your goals. I believed that being realistic is probably the biggest key to setting goals that you'll be able to achieve. If you can do this, you stand a good chance of getting through life with as few disappointments as possible.

A piece of advice..

Ants Problem:

Keep the skin of cucumbers near the place or ant hole.


To get pure and clean ice:

Boil water first before freezing.


To make the mirror shine:

Clean with spirit


To remove chewing gum from clothes:

Keep the cloth in the freezer for an hour.


To whiten white clothes

Soak white clothes in hot water with a slice of lemon for 10 minutes 10.


To give a shine to hair:

Add one teaspoon of vinegar to hair, then wash hair.


To get maximum juice out of lemons:

Soak lemons in hot water for one hour, and then juice them.

To avoid smell of cabbage while cooking:

Keep a piece of bread on the cabbage in the vessel while cooking.


To rid the smell of fish from your hands:

Wash your hands with a little apple vinegar.


To avoid tears while cutting onions:

Chew gum.


To boil potatoes quickly:

Skin one potato from one side only before boiling.


To boil eggs quickly:

Add salt to the water and boil.


To check freshness of fish:

Put it in a bowl of cold water. If the fish floats, it's fresh.

To check freshness of eggs:

Put the egg in water. If it becomes horizontal, it's fresh. If it becomes slanting, its 3-4 days old. If it becomes vertical, its 10 days old. If it floats, it's stale.


To remove ink from clothes:

Put toothpaste on the ink spots generously and let it dry completely, then wash.


To skin sweet potatoes quickly:

Soak in cold water immediately after boiling.


To get rid of mice or rats:

Sprinkle black pepper in places where you find mice or rats. They will run away.

English is Confusing..:(

Hey read this, its really very interesting........

Some of CONFUSING ENGLISH make me headache, would u help me?


1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?


2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?


3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?


4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?


5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?


6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?


7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to make terrible?


8. Why is it called building when it is already built?


9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?


10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?


11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?


12. If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?? Human ??


13. If working hours are meant for working, then why are you reading this??


Well, get back to WORK now!!

Floral Occasion

Yesterday, a florist made deliveries to five different customers, including Albert. Each person had ordered an arrangement of a single type of flower for a special occasion. In all, the five customers ordered four types of flowers for four types of occasions.
1. Less than two customers have the same first and last initials.
2. Neither Rosalind nor the person surnamed Buchanan ordered flowers for a bar mitzvah.
3. Teresa didn’t order dahlias.
4. The person surnamed Reggiano was the only person who ordered tulips.
5. No one ordered irises for a graduation.
6. Louise, who didn’t order flowers for a bar mitzvah, is good friends with someone who did; one of these two customers is surnamed Lopez (who didn’t order roses).
7. The only person who ordered flowers for a wedding is a woman.
8. One customer bought the same kind of flowers as Joseph and was celebrating the same kind of event as the person surnamed Ming (who isn’t Joseph).
9. Ms. Taylor is the only person who ordered flowers for a first communion.
10. At least one man ordered roses.
Can you figure out the full name of each customer, the type of flower he/she ordered and the type of occasion for which the flowers were ordered?

Difficult Question

Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for awhile and said,"my choice is one really difficult question."

"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this.


"What comes first, Day or Night?"

The boy was jolted in! to reality as his admission depends on thecorrectness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's theDAY sir!"


"How" the interviewer asked,

"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"

He was selected for IIM!