Displaying items by tag: present
- on a pillow
- under a pillow
- under a sheet
- on a nightstand
- in the medicine cabinet
- tucked in the bathroom mirror
- on a toilet seat top
- in a pocket of pjs / robe
- tucked into exercise clothes
- in a shoe
- in a bagged lunch
- in a diaper bag
- in a briefcase / purse
- in a backpack
- placed against the laptop screen
- peeking out from under a keyboard
- tucked into an ipad case
- peeking out of that junk drawer
- in a coffee mug or taped to the bottom
- on a window sill
- in the fridge (under a recently purchased fav desert might be sweet)
- in the coffee canister
- clipped to the wall calendar (or tucked into the day-to-day calendar pages)
- tacked on the fridge
- taped to a cereal box, egg carton, breakfast bar, smoothie maker
- tacked to the kitchen cabinet
- in the silverware drawer
- in the underwear drawer
- tucked with a bookmark in a current book
- tucked into the morning newspaper
- on the dashboard
- on the front seat of the car
- on the windshield
- on a high chair / baby bouncer (out of reach of baby)
- taped to the tv
- threaded through a phone charger
- tucked under a dinner plate
- rubberbanded / taped to a wine bottle
- taped to the lawn mower engine or starter
- taped to the top of the grill (ummm . . . not inside, please)
- tacked to the lawn furniture / hammock / patio chair
- taped to the front door
- on top of or not-so-obviously hidden in your (not kids') bathroom reading material
- tacked to outer side of the shower curtain
- taped to a shower faucet (however, fyi: cards are not water proof)
- peaking out of a filing cabinet
- taped to the floor between bed and bath
- left by the jewelry or makeup
- left WITH (new) jewelry or makeup
- attached to Fido's collar (or tucked under his chin?)
- visibly behind the fish tank / goldfish bowl or next to the cat's food bowl
- left inside the microwave
- tucked into bra or beltline
- taped to a light switch
- on the mantle
- taped to the top of takeout delivery (arranged in advance or immediately at the door)
- in a shirt breast pocket
- in a sock drawer
- in the drapes/blinds
- on a windowpane
- in a coat pocket
- in the middle of a large stack of mail
- next to the razor / shaver or behind the toothbrushes
- in a ziploc bag in the freezer
- on a desk chair
- taped to the inside of the washing machine lid
- with an often-used sex toy, lube, book, or movie
- taped to the ceiling
- covering a just-the-two-of-you photo
That was 69 Places to . . .
Leave a Love Note.
Don’t text it.
Trust me. Texting has it’s ooh moments.
But texts can also appear at THE most inappropriate times
the lack of an immediate reply can immediately be misinterpreted.
Plus, what about some immediate action to go with that immediate reaction?
If you can’t find just the cards you want,
try TiffinTalk’s Heart2Heart boxed set of 69 romantic, silly, sexy, intimate, loving cards
for 69 places and 69 ways to say (and remember how to say): I love you . . .
. . . and be loved right back.
Lovers love the message, not the text.
There’s no app for a signed romantic card tucked into the bathroom mirror (or left on the dashboard). No e-card can replace that.
There’s no app for a rose on the pillow. (Or the cat that got to it first . . . )
There’s no app for a candlelit room.
There’s no app for the wet dog nose trying to nuzzle in on your nuzzling.
There’s no app for the sensation that the kids are safely sleeping or reading or playing . . . for just a little bit longer and you know your door is locked . . . for just a little bit longer.
There’s no app for silence. And there’s no app for holding someone’s hand while looking into their eyes and the silence that speaks a thousand languages all of which you clearly understand.
There’s no app for playing footsies. (Like it or not.)
There’s no app for hugging. Or cuddling. Or a kiss on the shoulder. Or the nape of the neck. Or anywhere else for that matter.
There’s no app for a finger trailing along a line on your body. Or theirs.
There’s no app for the laughter that you share when someone tickles you pleasantly.
There’s no app for a whispered “I love you”. You can’t even text it. Not if you want the full effect. Trust me, if you ever have the choice, you’ll want the full effect. And, by the way, there’s no app for all the reasons that follow those three words.
There is no app for a relationship. The real thing is about being real.
There’s no app for love and the myriad of realities and dreams that come from a connection where the only charge needed is to be in the moment listening and talking.
Because talk is the new sexy. And the new sexy is about the old intimacy with enticing new passion and romance and laughter and fun.
And the old intimacy is worth every penny. Even at today’s rates. It’s a currency you want to keep, to touch, to hold forever. Like that signed card. Like the person who signed it.
Some phones have auto reply choices for those times when we can’t pick up the call. Mine has a choice of:
- I’m on my way.
- Can I call you later?
- Sorry I can’t talk right now.
- Really? Now?
- Bathroom break. Honestly, you don’t want to hear this.
- I may call you back. I may forget. Give it a few days.
But the text I really want to select will stop the caller immediately with this:
I can’t talk right now. I meant to turn my phone off but I was too distracted to remember that I even owned a phone when I walked into the candlelit room. I’m being kissed right now and . . . well . . . it’s not a good time . . . well, it actually is a good time . . . for me . . . I just mean it’s not a good time to talk with you. And . . . ahhhhh . . .
Tap that choice and my phone powers off automatically. Immediately. No more pings. No more dings. And no more rings. (Even vibrate mode isn’t necessary in this moment.)
The caller is left to their imagination and I’m left with my reality. A sexy lover. A lovely afternoon. Or evening. Or both. Or – whoa – maybe a morning. Hell, an entire day.
My turned-off phone can magically text any other incoming calls with:
I’m utterly, happily, amazingly unavailable. I can only be reached in person. By one person. And that person is already within reach. Thank you.
Perhaps the caller will turn to their lover, hand them a TiffinTalk card with their own handwritten note, and phones around the world will, one-by-one, power down.
More real connections.
It’s a start.
I want to get some!
(Cards, that is.)
For couples who ask each other, “How was your day?” and hear the answer, “Fine.” Far too many times . . .
For couples whose together-time has become routine and monotonous . . .
For couples who spend more time alone together mesmerized by their devices . . .
It’s simple math:
Provocative, romantic, and intimate cards: 69.
From any position, it’s a win-win.
Heart2Heart dares all those end-of-day casual, oftentimes unintentional interrogations to be actual fun, loving, affectionate conversations. Face-to-face.
Eyes. Without distracting devices.
Touch. Without the screen.
Heart2Heart. Without missing a beat.
69 cards in no particular order. Because we wanted to keep you wondering, guessing, and maybe even not-so-secretly wishing. There’s no “yours” and “theirs”. It’s a mixed-up box of spicy, provocative, romantic, and loving questions. Giggles are optional.
Like a box of chocolates with those unknown, gooey middles, you could, of course, look at the beautiful artwork on each and every card, read the thoughtful questions, and peruse the fun tidbits on the backs and then try to pick your favorites ahead of time.
But like that same yummy box of chocolates, by sampling them all, you may ruin the fun of the anticipation! Surprise or not a surprise? Give every card or share the box? Take turns or be random?
Most importantly and perhaps the only “rule”: personalize the card. Be different. Be silly. Be daring. Be risqué. Be outrageous. Be just who you are – with a slight twist of fantasy and a barely measurable amount of reality.
As to when and where and how to give the cards . . . open box, close eyes, pick card, and write your message to your lover. Spritz it with aftershave or perfume. Add a lipsticked kiss. (Do I really need to be your imagination?)
Then leave the card where you know it will be found: under a pillow; in the refrigerator; next to the coffee mug; on the nightstand or the dashboard; in a bookbag, briefcase, diaper bag, or purse; ‘rubberbanded’ to a wine bottle. Or arrange for special delivery via Fido’s collar. Give your partner time with the card so that their thoughts can simmer, percolate, and – on occasion – get steamy. Or surprise them with one in a private moment.
Remember to listen as much as (more than?) you speak. Dare to ask for details. And when it is your turn, be expressive, be raw, be adventuresome.
Blush. Whisper. Intertwine fingers. Wink. Place a tender kiss on the inside of a wrist. (You may take it from here, thank you very much . . . )
Above all else, have fun getting to know each other – again!
Yes, you can still ask about your partner’s day, by the way. But be prepared to hear something real. Because when a conversation connects you both, you might actually get an answer longer than a single syllable with slightly different and hotter implications.
At TiffinTalk, we believe that technology has a place, but that your partner and your family take first place. No pings, rings, or dings. Life is about the stories we share and the people we connect with.
We are all about eyes and ears.
Tech Off. Talk On.
& Get Turned On.
Just last week I saw Santa in Trader Joe’s. As in my Trader Joe’s in my small town. It almost makes him my Santa.
You’ve probably seen him, too. He’s been in malls, on street corners, in parades. Maybe he’s visited your town, too. Your Santa.
But, how fun it was to see him shopping. With a cart. And – in teen speak – like, everything. He wasn’t in his usual Santa sitting position, greeting and waving. I am sure he was the real deal. I mean the real Santa would need to shop, right? So it’s sort of like seeing your teacher (or your kid’s teacher) or your dentist in the supermarket.
Santa just shopped and ho-ho-ho-ed and talked to everyone while pushing his cart. Kids stopped him. Heck, even adults politely asked if he could answer questions – and oddly, they were real questions. Thankfully, Santa is a respected source. No one taunted him. How cool it was to watch this. How cool he was to offer his jolly self to others. And to give such thoughtful replies.
Talk about giving.
We’ve just exited Thanksgiving here in the United States and we enter a season of holidays that speak to the beauty of what is often referred to as the Season of Giving. And all the while this time of year also vies for major receiving as its end goal. This is entirely confusing for kids, not to mention the adults who are out there shopping with predetermined limits that few can actually stick to.
Meanwhile, many kids are wondering: which is their holiday? And why can’t they have all of them? They all seem so good and kinda cool. And then can they just get everything – something for every holiday?
And globally, there are many, many more holidays that are still not seen here – celebrated more privately and not (thankfully) commercialized. Those who observe those holidays might feel lucky that the grand marketing machines haven’t been paying much attention.
I have learned to accept that people will say “Merry Christmas” with the translation of “Happy Whatever Holiday You Celebrate”. I understand that their intention is to wish good will and joy and that their greeting is not in any way a wish or an act of religious conversion.
I understand that this season is a season where many of us try to find ways to give – even as our children expect to receive. And as parents, we grapple with the balance of how much to give and what that giving should actually be – not just look like – but be.
As adults, we struggle to keep up with our kids’ requests, with our neighbors’ decorations, with the commercials of happy families, and with the holiday letters and Facebook posts that leave us bruised as we compare and contrast our realities to the “truths” presented. And we are fearful of letting our kids down, of not giving them enough. And then, in the next breath, what if we are giving too much?
And we wrestle with this because we KNOW with certainty that the best gifts of all are not necessarily boxed and wrapped.
The best gifts involve our time, our intention, as much as our attention. Sure, kids want something they can point to, show off to others. But what if we can help them to point at us? What if we could be their BEST gift just as our kids are (almost?!) always our BEST gifts – every day.
It is a thought as you purchase new technology for them and then decide on how you want to set the ground rules for its use and then stick to those rules or that contract that you both sign. (For help on this, I refer you to a most excellent contract drafted by Avron Welgemoed who expects you to revise and personalize it.)
It is a thought as you might use this time of year as the excuse to restructure, redesign, or simply write how you’d like tech usage to change in the new year.
It is a thought as you take the time to talk. To be in the moments. To wrap yourself up and put your tech on silent mode (or better yet, turn it off!). To challenge your family to get off of social media (even for a little while). To stop posting pics and instead choose to create memories for your own home that are private, personal, and yours alone because you can print them and snail mail them in frames (remember those!?!) to only people you truly know and care about. At the risk of lecturing: no company should own your family and your time together. Not ever.
My young adults? They still believe in Santa because they believe in me. They believe in the other holidays that we observe and the ones that we have come to know from their travels and learning about other cultures and religions. So very many traditions. They believe in giving and yes, of course, they like receiving.
Don’t get me wrong. We wrap presents. But we are looking more at each other and asking “what of myself can I give to you?” It’s way cool. This giving. This receiving.
Imagine if we all – the world around – redefined giving. If it involved more intention. More attention. More time. Fewer dollars. Fewer worries about whether we were getting the right gizmo. More selves.
Red bow optional.
(Oh, and that big empty refrigerator box is a bonus. Because, let’s face it, we all love those boxes and the forts that we can make together so that we can fight the pirates in between reading books with flashlights. Now, there is a gift – for every age!)
And to my Santa: Thank you for giving in such a subtle and beautiful way. I hope you got all the things on your (shopping) list!