Researchers found that people laugh 6 times more when they are with another person and 30 times more when they are in a group. It is unfortunate really that people laugh more in a group setting than with just one other person.
Females laugh 125% more than males. What is the matter with you guys?
In relationships laughter declines noticeably as we age.
Laughter is vital, even more so when a relationship has ‘cooled off’ a little.
Laughter establishes a positive emotional state between couples who enjoy each others company.
But these days there are also married couples who no longer ’make’ their own laughter. Sad but true, they rely on a TV programme to get most of their laughter. Have you ever noticed when you go to a restaurant that it is usually the married couples who are the once not talking to each other.
I am sure that we have all browsed through personal ads before. Well, I have and I have noticed that more than 85% of women look for a partner with a “good sense of humour”. It seems to be on top of the list as an important ‘quality’ to have. SENSE OF HUMOUR!Very desirable!
Laughter is what we need the most
Laughter gives you pleasure
Laughter gives you enjoyable social aspects
Laughter can subdue Anger
Laughter is a stress-reliever
Laughter helps with anxiety
Laughter makes you feel good
Laughter can bring peace
Laughter facilitates intimacy
Laughter plays a big part in ‘mating’
Laughter is the key to life….
Smile and the World smiles with you! Laughter is contagious, you should try it more often
Show me the meaning of being lonely – Backstreet Boys
Another version of “Show me the meaning of being lonely”. I am sure that we all know the feeling.
LYRICS:
Show me the meaning of being lonely
So many words for the broken heart
Its hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me…
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
Theres no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart
Theres nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be youre asking me to feel the things you never show
You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart.
Show me the meaning of being lonely – “Backstreet Boys”
My friend from Germany send this to me today and ask me to post it on here. So here goes:
A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
HONEY,
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT’S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO.
FINE,
THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
IT WON’T CLOSE RIGHT
TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO
FINE, SHE SAYS
THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
TO THE FRONT DOOR?
THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
I’M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON’T
WANT TO FIX STEPS
HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO
I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I’M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE OF HOURS………………………….
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO HOME
AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW’D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
HE SAID,
SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
SHE REPLIED,
HELLOOOOO..
DO YOU SEE SARA LEE WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?
Eigentlich bin ich nicht für solche traurigen “geschichten”, da ich der meinung bin das man nicht traurig sein muss. Aber da mich jemand darum gebeten hat es auf einer meiner webseiten zu veröffentlichen, konnte ich nicht nein sagen. Aber bitte, nehmt es nicht zu ernst!
The old lady places her shawl on top of the bedside table and opens the door below. She removes two brightly colored doilies, which she has painfully knitted over the course of two weeks. She holds them with long fingers, gnarled with age. She has made them for the redheaded girl who comes to clean her room.
The old lady has come to anticipate the sounds of the girl’s cleaning cart coming down the hall. The girl is friendly and the old dear loves to hear her talk of her daughter and her life as she bustles around the room, making the bed and cleaning the floor. They have a special relationship, these two. The old lady loves to talk of times past; she loves the way her stories fall on rapt ears and the way she feels when the girl sits down just to listen to her and her tales. The ghosts of memory also come with these visits, and they leave their little stamps of love and longing, but she would not change a thing. These daily meetings with this girl have given her a way to bring lost friends and family to life. The two exchange secrets and tips, and when something happens in the ward, the old lady can’t wait to tell her special friend.
So she gives the girl the only thing she can, to show how much all this means. “I hope you like them,” she says uncertainly as she hands the doilies over with shaking hands. The girl, choked up, says, “Of course I do, silly.” Tears well up in the cleaners eyes, as she can see the obvious effort it must have taken the old girl to make these beautifully colored pieces with such terrible arthritis. The girl thinks, to herself, that this is what makes her job so worthwhile.
The cleaner moves on to the next room with more tears in her eyes and the doilies in her purse. The shift has just begun, and there are still 22 rooms to clean.
Watching this makes me think what is it about these facts we all don’t already know? What ‘Unknown Facts about Sex’ could YOU share with us? Don’t keep us in the dark and let us know… !!
… es nicht möglich ist seinen eigenen Ellbogen zu lecken?
… du dir eine Rippe brechen kannst wenn du zu fest niest?
… ein Blutgefäss im Kopf oder Hals reißen könnte und du sterben würdest wenn du versuchst das Niesen zu unterdrücken?
… wenn du während den Niesens versuchst die Augen offen zu halten sie heraus gedrückt werden können?
… es für Schweine körperlich unmöglich ist in den Himmel hinauf zu sehen?
… die hälfte der Weltbevölkerung noch nie einen Telefonanruf gemacht oder erhalten haben?
… Ratten und Pferde sich nicht übergeben können?
… sich in einer stunde die Anzahl von Bakterien in einem Ohr um 700% erhöht während Du Kopfhörer trägst?
… das Feuerzeug vor dem Streichholz erfunden wurde?
… wenn Enten Quaken, das es kein Echo erzeugt? Und keiner weiß warum?
… 23% aller Photokopiererschäden von Leuten erzeugt werden, die sich darauf setzen, um ihren Hintern zu kopieren? Und das heisst weltweit.
… wir in unserem ganzen Leben, während dem Schlafen ungefähr 70 Insekten und 10 Spinnen essen wirst?
… Urin leuchtet unter Blacklight?
… Fingerabdrücke genau wie Zungenabdrücke einmalig sind?
Und jetzt muss ich noch sagen das Du bestimmt nicht weisst das über 75% aller Menschen, die dies hier lesen, versuchen werden, ihren Ellbogen zu lecken? Bist Du auch einer davon?
Das ist die Deutsche version von ‘Did You Know’. Denkt ihr mal darüber nach was in der Welt passiert? Oder lebt ihr jeden Tag ohne darüber nachzudenken? Dieser Video bringt eine wichtige nachricht mit sich.
