Lovebirds (even though they’re Parrotlets!) #RomanticTuesday

A little entry for #RomanticTuesday.

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Sometimes I may do you wrong
I’m not perfect, see
It makes you sad and angry
You turn your head from me

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But given time you realise
I’m not all that bad
I’m just a man, not tactful
Your average kinda lad

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Then we settle right back down
Doing the things we do
Because I know that you love me
And you know I love you too

Ritu 2017

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #167 Touch&Miss

Lovely Ron’s prompt this week:

Touch & Miss

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There were so many naughty places this could have gone… But to be honest I was too tired!

Still, here’s a quick one!

Target is moving
Aim just a touch to the side
You don’t want to miss

Ritu 2017

Living In A YouTube World – #MondayBlogs

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed a shift in the behaviours of their, or other children these last few years?

In my world, the children, despite being restricted, seem to be constantly watching or near one screen or another. Whether it’s the TV, phone, tablet or PC, there is always some reason for the need for these electronic devices.

I’m lucky though, with Lil Man. He will use his phone to message friends, listen to music, take the odd photo, and maybe play a game or two. Sometimes he likes to watch funny clips on YouTube. But he’s a naturally active child, so he’d rather get out there and be physical, on his bike in the garden, or playing cricket.

Lil Princess is creative in her own way, she has heaps of Arts and Crafts materials and enjoys constructing things, or reading, but she has developed a bit of an obsession for certain online games, like RoBloks and MSP. We limit that access to weekends, and monitor what she is playing.

Though what she likes the best, is watching YouTube videos. It could be watching the latest video from her favourite Vloggers, like Smelly Belly TV or the Dobre Brothers, or listening to music, watching videos with lyrics on them so she can learn the words.

But the ones I find theΒ most annoying, and what seems to encroach on reality, are the tutorial videos and the reveal ones. From watching how to apply makeup, to how to make slime, to being enraptured by a person opening a box or packet of something or another, it is starting to creep into her usual life.

What do I mean?

Well, it’s the way she talks!

When she is going to do something, like make any thing arty, she doesn’t necessarily have a camera facing her (though she has tried that too!) but there is a constant dialogue, describing what she is doing, step by step. If she opens a toy, again the dialogue starts.

If she is choosing an outfit, there is a one sided conversation happening with her imaginary followers!

But it’s like she, and other children I have noticed, can’t do ANYTHING without talking through it. Even watching TV or a film! That is so annoying! She feels the need, to commentate about everything that is happening on screen, and makes us miss important dialogues because she is more interested in dissecting what just happened, or what might happen!

And (forgive me, my American Blogily) its almost always in an American accent! I am constantly correcting her pronunciation and vocabulary!

Honestly, I feel like I am living life in a YouTube channel!

Oh, and don’t get me started on the fact that she, along with most kids, sees a camera phone and automatically gets the pout on!

How about you, Peeps? Have you noticed this phenomenon sweeping the youth you encounter, or is it just my strange child?

Meet The New Additions To Our Family!

We went out today to get some issues with hardware sorted. One Kindle Fire had broken, and one iPad was not switching on. My darling Hubby Dearest has the gift of the gab and can usually get what he’s after!

We also needed to buy football boots for Lil Princess who is starting football training this week.

Never thought we’d come home with two additions that were alive, rather than two new electrical devices!

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What could it be?!

Meet Heer (the blue girl) and Ranhja (the green boy), our two new parrotlets! Β They are six months old and pretty much fully grown.

And what of our fur-baby Sonu Singh?

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Sonu Singh thinks I’m his bed!

 

Well, he was intrigued! What were these funny little flying things that were chirruping away?

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What’s going on??

He came over to take a closer look too…

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Who ARE you!?

I tried to get the phone into the cage for a closer look… and he was there in the background too!

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I can see you…

They are pretty little things, a fledgling couple who could, if we decide to, us a nest box to mate and lay eggs!

How did we end up with them?

Well, we popped into a pet shop that just caught our eye as we wandered around the shopping centre, and the next thing you know, I saw these two, and they just melted my heart. They aren’t too big, the size of budgies, and they were cuddled up together in a perch.

I fell in love.

And Hubby Dearest took full advantage of my soft spot! If he had his way we;d have dogs, rabbits, a tortoise, chickens, a full menagerie!

So, after walking around the shops we ended up back there and left a bit financially lighter, but fuller in the family way!

Here they are, settling in to their new home!

Now to the names… Why Heer and Ranjha?

Well, like Sonu Singh got his Punjabi name, living in a Punjabi family, I needed an ethnic pairing for these two too!

Love stories always seem so tragic in our culture, and there is a story of Heer Ranjha. Heer a girl from a rich family, and Ranjha a son of a farmer, fall in love, and like Romeo and Juliet, they die trying to keep their love alive.

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Heer Ranhja

Here’s hoping the tragic ending is not synonymous to the names!

But don’t worry, we won’t be forgetting Sonu Singh, he’ll still be on my bed every night commanding attention!

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Naughty cat, sticking his tongue out!

And FYI, we got the football boots, a refund for the Kindle… the iPad is a To Be Continued saga!

I’ll keep you posted on the continuing saga of our furry/feathered family Peeps!

#SoCS Sept. 16/17 – Vol

Linda’s prompt for #SoCS this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: β€œvol.” Find a word with β€œvol” in it, and use it in your post. Have fun!

Volume – My hair has far too much volume at the moment. I got shorter layers cut into it in the holidays, and now, being naturally curly, it decides to do some wonderful things at night, so when I wake up, I look like I’ve been dragged through the hair backwards!

And the thing is, I don’t wash my hair every day. It’s something I’ve never done. With all the Indian superstitions regarding girls and hair washing, I’d never get a chance, if I believed them all! If I was to wash it every day, instead of the twice a week I have grown accustomed to, then the Bed head would be a thing of the past!

I was told as a child, to never wash my hair on a Thursday as I only have the one brother, and it would be bad luck for him.

Then when I got married a few other days were added to the mix, as my Mother In Law is quite the believer!

So Tuesdays and Saturdays went out of the window too, and I don’t even know why!

What’s even sillier?

Sikhs aren’t supposed to believe in superstitions!

But to be honest, my hair isn’t greasy, and I can’t be floofed with washing and drying every day. It gets cold in the winter too, and Hat head is no lesser evil than Bed head! Letting your wet hair dry under a woolly hat makes for an interesting look, believe me!

I’m grateful for my voluminous locks, to be honest. Many pay a lot of money for curls, yet God graced me with mine from the moment I was born!

So, do you know why I can’t wash my hair on a Tuesday or a Saturday? Or do you have your own hairwashing superstitions you can add to these?

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