Stream Of Consciousness Saturday – #SoCS 2/16

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!

There was a smart man from Lawn
Over whom, the ladies would fawn
But his wife confessed
She was not impressed
And quietly stifled a yawn

You she, she had spent three years
Perfecting her claps and her cheers
For his rote learned tricks
That impressed all the chicks
But bored her simply to tears

Still, she had to pay him his due
Because from him it was through
That she lived like a dame
And his fortune and fame
Came from tricking them all, old and new

The women would come from miles
To be flattered by his comments and smiles
And if they wanted to pay
Who was she to say
She just gathered the coins into piles

To them she was just the maid
Dressed rather plainly and staid
But she knew the score
He loved her more
Of losing him, she wasn't afraid

You see, our young man from Lawn
Was simply his cunning wife's pawn
When he'd made enough money
She'd gather his 'honey'
And one day she'd simply be 'gorn'

Ritu 2019

(gorn - gone - artistic licence!)


One-Liner Wednesday – #1LinerWeds

“There are billions of stars – plenty for us to all send a wish to.”

Ritu


For Linda’s #1linerweds challenge
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#SoCS Feb. 9/19

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week:


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ends with -ly.” Start your post with any adverb that ends in “-ly.” Bonus points if you end with an adverb too. Have fun!

Seriously? Words that end with -ly? Well, okay then.
Finally I am back, taking part in all the challenges I used to!
I've thankfully got off to a good start!
It's stream of consciousness, so I mindlessly tap away at the keys.
What I am writing is making no sense, honestly.

One Liner Wednesday – #1LinerWeds – Parenting 101

“If I have to say your name/it again…?”

Ritu and every other parent out there!

Okay, so this isn’t going to be a simple one-liner… is it ever with me?

You read the above.

I’m currently considering the overused line above, that I definitely uttered today, at least three times, in the same situation!

What is it with kids not listening?

And why do I utter these empty threats?

I should really learn.

Saying anything to children of a certain age will gain you nothing.

(Unless you’re promising lots of sweet/TV time [the little uns] or V-Bucks for Fortnite and unlimited access to mobiles [older kids], then they listent o anything you want.)

Yet I still have these battles of wills with my kids, and sometimes my pupils at school.

Am I expecting too much?

Should a child jump as soon as we tell them to do something?

Or is it fine for them to drag their heels, dawdle for as long as they want, then stomp around in a huff when they are late for school?

I mean this morning, I used that quote/phrase to the demon teen Lil Man at least six thousand times, to get him out of bed…

And tonight, I had to repeat myself about the same to tween trouble, Lil Princess just to get her to put her shoes on so we could go home from my in-laws’ place…

And they didn’t rush/hurry/listen.

Yet I am still here, back home, in one piece. Nothing major happened to anyone because we were a few moments later than usual.

But, the point is, shouldn’t they be listening to me/us the first time?

I mentioned empty threats before, because they are.

I admit I tell them I will take phones/internet access away. Or that I will cancel a meet up with their friends.

Yet I don’t actually see it through… the fall out after something like that is just too big for me to deal with after a day at work!

And when they meet their friends, it’s a chance for me to catch up with the mums too, which I don’t get to do often enough!

It’s just easier to nag at them a little longer, endure the stomping and keep on going because the mood they’re in means they will disappear into their bedrooms for an hour after we get home, and I get peace before my sweet(er) children resurface!

So, yeah… that was my one liner!

Written for Linda’s #1LinerWeds prompt.

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#SoCS Dec. 29/18 – Ask Another

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ask someone else.” Either ask someone for a prompt word or, if you can’t, turn on a TV or a radio and choose a word from the first sentence you hear. Enjoy!

Squat.

Yes, that is the word I chose after switching on the TV and finding Deuce Bigalo: Male Gigolo on the screen!

So, what can I write about squat?

Diddly squat. I do like that phrase… Where did it come from? Apparently it is thought to have come from the US, where the word doodle might have been used first – meaning poops. Then doodly squat turned to diddly squat, meaning the least amount, or not knowing anything at all!

But I lie… I do know about squatting.

It’s apparently the preferred way to go back home… except I wasn’t born there, so I am happy to sit atop my ivory throne and do the do, if you know what I mean.

Though the West has certainly caught on to the fact that squatting is the natural way to go, and just yesterday I saw an ad for a squat stool, rather like a child’s toilet stool, to help them up when they are toilet training. This time it’s for adults, and you are supposed to put your feet on it when you go, whilst sitting on your ivory throne (because you are too modern for the real squat, you know!) so your legs are squishing up against your body, rather like if you were squatting... And that is supposed to be the next best thing…

Jees, did I really write about toilet habits?

Sorry, that is true Stream Of Consciousness for you!

I could have just told you of the aches and pains caused by me trying the exercise version of the squat, in the 30 day squat challenge a few years ago… but that would just have been tame… and no, I didn’t get the buns of steel!!

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