This my response to this prompt
It’s the best I can do with this prompt
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Help me someone, for I cannot
Resist my urges anymore
It’s like a magnet pulling me
To buy something for someone or me
I would love to but I really shouldn’t
Well, just a quick peek maybe
I will go in but for a while only
Won’t touch a single item
A fast foray into the mall
Then I will be done for sure
But it’s really not my fault anyway
Why put on so many sales
The thanksgiving sale
The sale before Christmas
The sale after Christmas
How can a shopaholic like me
Resist all this temptation
‘Cause I love to buy gifts
And stuff for me too!
Shoes and perfumes, eye pallets and liners
Blushes and lip colors, dresses and gadgets
And how can I avoid…
The jewelry store displays
That are beckoning me towards them
All alluring, charming, enticing
Telling me to step inside and take a look
Just a teeny-weeny look and here I am
At the checking counter with a load
Of things I really don’t need
Of gifts probably unsuitable
Of item that are totally frivolous
But then I cannot resist…..
And lets not forget the new year’s sale
Can you resist the urge to visit the sales?
Share how you limit your expenditure during the holiday season.
[ Have left a blank before Friday as I don’t like to use the term Black Friday as it’s not deemed politically correct]
Waiting for your comments
Name three things –
You can dunk in tea or coffee?
1. The obvious, my cookie
2. A slice of pizza, if you’re short on ketchup
3. Pop tart
You can enjoy at a carnival?
You can’t enjoy when it’s windy?
1. Blowing bubbles
2. Enjoying a cigarette ( though I don’t smoke)
Your body can’t do?
3. Head stands
You don’t learn at school?
1. Ignoring pesky people
2. Online shopping
3. How not to get into credit card debt.
You can put onto a pizza?
1. Bubbles gum
3. Dental floss
You can eat with?
You don’t suggest you do at home blindfolded?
1. Chop vegetables
3. Back out of the garage
That are important to you?
1. My family
2. My phone
3. My blog
That you love to do at the beach?
1. Sit on my blanket
2. Watch the overweight people trying to swim
3. Thank God that I am not trying to swim.
That you do in the morning?
1. Morning coffee
2. More coffee
3. Morning walk
That you every time you log in to your blog?
1. Check for comments
2. Check for new likes and follows
3. Check new posts.
Head over to their site and do this Friday fun. And let us know what are your 3 things.
Once upon a time, my then teenage son decided to bake a cake. His teacher had given the students a recipe and had dared them to make it for their families.
Hence started an adventure. A venture into the mysteries of the kitchen which was an uncharted territory for my son.
That day’s events stayed etched in my memory(probably in the mind of all the family) for a long time.
It all started on one Saturday morning. First of all the ingredients had to be collected/ purchased. Very dutifully, I got the stuff together. Most of the ingredients needed were found in the kitchen. A few needed were picked up from the grocery store and the baking adventure was all set to begin.
My son refused any assistance in his project and the family was asked kindly to stay away from the site of action. Thankful, that I wasn’t needed to help him, I returned to my own chores and the kitchen was left to the mercy of its new inhabitant.
An hour passed and a very strange smell started to permeate the house. It wasn’t exactly a burning smell, in fact it wasn’t anything I had encountered before. With mixed feelings of trepidation and dread I headed to the kitchen.
Thick fumes greeted me as I neared. The weird smell was more pronounced now. Tentatively I entered the kitchen. A black cloud was emitting from the oven. The work counter was a mess of milk, sugar and egg mixture and standing near the open window was my chef, trying to somehow shoo away the smoke out of it.
I managed to shut my gaping mouth and suppress the harsh words trembling on the tip of my tongue. Hey! What happened here?
Well mom, it was like this….
And there started his explanation of the events preceding the “little accident” in the kitchen.
It appeared that everything was going according to the plan initially. He had done with the measuring of the ingredients and was proceeding to go the second part of the recipe: mixing and whisking!
A timely glance at the recipe reminded him of checking the oven temperature. As he opened the oven door to see if the oven was on, ( it was a gas oven) , the bowl containing the flour and cocoa powder somehow slipped from the counter and ended into the lit oven burner. The flour mixture started to burn, emitting a black smoke and the weird smell ( that had brought me into the kitchen) . In panic, my son tried to retrieve the plastic bowl from the oven but ended by pushing it forward into the burner ! The bowl started to melt as it was made of plastic.
Further panicking ensued and in effort to grab a dishcloth to do something about the flour and the bowl in the oven, he spilled the rest of the ingredients onto the kitchen counter.
The stench of burning plastic and flour was invading the whole house. All family had gathered in the doorway of the kitchen and various suggestions were being put forward as to how to proceed from there on.
The whole of the family, much to the embarrassment of the young chef, was helping to clean up the mess. We opened the back door and the windows to let the stench and smoke escape. It wasn’t a timely action as the smell had invaded the inner parts of the house, and it was a very strong smell ( burned plastic smells really bad) and stayed with us for many a days.
The great spill in the kitchen had to be cleaned and washed to take out the smell of eggs. The oven itself took a lot of elbow grease to clean and lot of time was spent on it.
After that my son never tried to cook or bake anything for a long time. And he was the butt of many a family jokes and taunts by his sisters. ( siblings can never let go a chance of roasting each other for their mess ups ) Our home smell of the disaster for quite some time. The kitchen wall even had to be repainted because of the blackening effect of the smoke.
It was quite a long time after that accident that my son could look at it with anything but embarrassment. But if you remind him of it today, he thinks that it was a funny thing to have happened.
This adventure was a costly experiment that proved that if teenage kids are not familiar with the kitchen, Don’t leave them alone in there!
Hope you enjoyed reading all about the adventure of my son in the kitchen.
Waiting for your comments and feedback.
Thanks for reading.
Photo credits: Google & Pinterest.
I like to think that I am a witty person with smart comebacks to the comments made to me ( not on the WordPress of course! ) but according to one of my close friend, my remarks are full of sarcasm.
So I looked up a few humorous quotes about Sarcasm and want to share them with you.
Ah ! Is the secret out?
I feel like saying this to quite a few people. But don’t! I don’t know why, because it IS the truth.
Working on it, already! Its getting harder and harder to kidnap me.
Absolutely true, but rather than perfect taste, I would say acquired taste.
Oops! Did I do it again?
What can I say, The science is always right!
Cheering you up is my aim!
Hope it makes you smile. Have a happy Monday!
As I may have mentioned before ( or maybe not) that I am an extremely clumsy person. You can say a klutz! So the incidents, like walking away with somebody’s shopping cart in the grocery store or walking away with the luggage of a stranger in the airport ( mistakenly ) happen way too often with me. These are events of a minor embarrassing scale ( yes, I have my own scale for these incidents).
And then there are the ( not so )memorable occasions when I am on the verge of walking out of the shop without paying for my scoop of ice cream or leaving my shopping behind in some secluded corner of the mall and then hunting all over for it! Or when I sat in the back seat of someone’s car, thinking that it was my daughter’s. These are the sort “accidents ” that have happened to me often!
This episode that I am going to tell you about was a grade A blooper, even for me. It happened when I went to watch a movie with my husband. During the movie , I had to take a restroom break. I made my way along the row of seats, trod on a few toes( Ooops! I did say I am a klutz) and went on my way.
When I came back , I was a little lost for a bit as the theater was quite dark. Eventually I found my seat. As I had missed a few minutes of the movie, I was concentrating on the screen. I moved my hand towards the popcorn bucket sitting in the holder between my seat and that of my husband. My hand was strangely ( and strongly) pushed aside. In surprise and with a bit of irritation I turned towards my husband to ask what was the problem with sharing the bucket. Just at that moment, a brighter scene started to play on the screen. The person sitting next to me was now quite visible! To my intense embarrassment, I found myself looking at the face of a complete stranger . I was in the wrong row, in someone’s else’s seat. The man was looking quite belligerently at me. He thought that I was taking liberties with him. Can you imagine how much of a fool I felt. On the top of it when I suddenly jumped up from the seat to go to my own, the movement knocked the popcorn bucket and it all fell to the ground. In utter confusion, saying my apologies I just walked out of the theater and waited outside for the movie to finish ( luckily it was more than halfway over by then).
My husband had witnessed the scene and had wisely decided to stay in the theater so as not to cause anymore commotion. When he came out he was finding it hard to hide his amusement. I asked him not to share this incident with the kids but it was too good a joke to keep to himself.
I was very embarrassed and was chiding myself for the bungling at that time. But now when I think back it does seems sort of funny too (in addition to being embarrassing).
When I was younger, these sort of incidents used to make me miserable for days at times, cursing myself for my clumsiness. Now that I am a mature sensible ( I think so! ) person, I can laugh at these moments and also at myself. I think to be able to take oneself lightly, lessen the stress of daily life. If people are laughing at you, join them.
Have you ever had an experience like this? Please share some of your bloopers, it will make me happy 😃!
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So Rory, at The guy called bloke ,has kindly tagged me to answer a few light-hearted questions about Hocus Pocus, witchcraft and spell-a-foolary in the spirit of Halloween!
This bubbly light- heartedness was originally created by Kim Chance and Destiney Murtaugh.
The Questions in Question are as follows:
Sarah, Mary, & Winifred Sanderson: Being a witch is hard, but so is writing. If you had magical, witchy powers what aspect of writing or what part of the process would you magically skip over?
Wow! A magic power. I would love to have the power to proof read the post as I write. Would save me lots of time.
Max and Dani: What relationships tend to be at the core of your books? Friends? Family? Romance?
I write what I feel. But not doubt that what I have read during my days does creeps in. Maybe in form of knowledge or some fantasy.
Amuck, Amuck, Amuck!: How do you approach the chaos that is drafting? Are you a plotter, a pantster, or a combo of both?
I am a spontaneous writer most of the times. If I think too much or plan too much it’s often left sitting there for weeks.
I Put a Spell on You: How do you deal with book ideas that want to pull your focus from your main WIP?
I do get distracted, by the stuff around me, mostly the notifications pings from my phone. To counter that I sit by myself and try to write in one session. I just write posts, never longer than a couple of pages so it’s not difficult to do that.
Thackery Binx: Things aren’t always what they seem–Think back to when you first started writing to where you are now. How has your process transformed from then to now?
As I started to write my blog a couple of months ago, I don’t know that there has been much of a change. But a friend of mine said that my writing has improved with practice!
My Lucky Rat Tail: Do you have a writing ritual? If not, what are some of your favourite writing tools?
I usually start to write after having my daily walk. That gets the creative juices flowing. And of course a large coffee always helps.
Boooooookkk: Favorite Writing Craft Book?
No book, but a nudge from Google to search for words, that’s pretty often.
Another Glorious Morning: Do you enjoy writing in the morning? Or do you prefer the evening, like Winnifred?
Usually when I am alone. Could be any time of the day.
The Black Flame Candle: What’s one of the biggest mistakes you’ve made so far in your writing journey? OR What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?
I am learning my craft yet. Making mistakes on the way, I am sure. So my takeaway from this would be to work harder and to work daily.
Billy Butcherson: What’s a trope that most people hate, but you love and would like to see “come back from the dead”?
As with others before me, I don’t know what to say? ( don’t completely get trope!)
Come Little Children: Songs that give you a “hypnotic” focus when writing? I.e., fav songs on your writing playlist
I put on the TV in the background at very low volume, just for a bit of white noise. Music distracts me from writing.
Happy Halloween, Everyone!
I am going to tag:
Games, puzzles and words games, I am addicted to them all. I have different passions at different times. Nowadays, it’s Jigsaw puzzles( the ones you play on you phone or tablet). Before I started to write my blog, this was a major time kill for me. I would be sitting at home, on the airport, in the bus or at a get together where I didn’t know anyone ( I know it is very rude!) , I would take out my phone and start working on my puzzle.
It was about 15-16 years ago, that while talking to my brother, who is a doctor, the topic of occupation ( mine) came under discussion. I haven’t had a proper job since I completed my studies. Being a home maker and full-time mom didn’t leave much time for a whole time job! So he told me that it was essential to keep my mind active to prevent early dementia ( my grand father suffered from it) . He suggested word games and other ” mind games” ( the literal ones) . I started playing Solitaire and FreeCell on my PC, ( we had a PC for the whole family in those days).
From there I progressed gradually to phone/ laptop/ tablet. I played games to while away my time, to amuse myself and to exercise my mind. To say that enjoyed this pastime would be an understatement. I loved it!
But my family was not happy about it. They termed my harmless hobby as an addiction. There were a lot of representations made to me about sitting with my phone or laptop, staring at the screen and being blind and deaf to everything going around me was not good for me!
So to respect the wishes of my family, I tried to cut down on my games addiction. I would give myself a timetable for playing my favorite games, an hour in the morning and/ or an hour in the afternoon, was the time I allowed myself. The resultant withdrawal was not difficult to manage. And then I came to the stage where my kids were all on their own, working and / or married! I suddenly had a lot of time on my hands. I was free to do whatever I wanted with my time. Also I discovered a new obsession, Jigsaw puzzles.
It was interesting and challenging. I gradually increased the level of difficulty I could handle ( the maximum is 400 pieces). I got pretty good at it too.
But one day, my very good friend Dr Tanya@ Salted Caramel told me that she had started writing a blog. She encouraged me to do the same. Her encouragement and support from my family, finally made me bold enough to take this step. Now most of my time is spent either reading the blogs of people I follow or writing my own posts.
My family is happy that I have found a constructive way to spend my time. I am happy to have found something positive to do and love the feedback and encouragement that I find here in my blogging world, so everyone’s happy.
But one thing I haven’t told anyone is that I still do my daily Jigsaw Puzzle! I also play my card games daily challenges while no one is watching!
Phot Credits:Google ans Pixabay
Let me know through your comments and feedback, how you like my post!
Yesterday, in a conversation I heard this phrase and was intrigued. This was the first time I had come across this saying.
It is a Polish saying, the meaning being obvious, that it’s not my problem. So it seemed that monkeys are considered a bit of problem in Poland! I even could google quite a few images of the saying.
That gave me the idea to look for more proverbs from across the world.
Here is what I found:
Fall down seven times, get up eight.
Japanese are very dedicated people, so it’s easy to understand. Try and try again.
Stop ironing my head.
It may seem a strange way to say, stop annoying me.
Don’t feed the donkey sponge cake.
It’s another way to say that don’t give fine treatment to someone who doesn’t deserves it. Sounds a bit stuck up to me!
To give someone a pumpkin.
Meaning to reject someone.
The carrots are cooked.
Another way of saying that the situation cannot be changed.
You have tomatoes on your eyes.
Pointing out that you are not seeing what everyone one else is.
These are some of the proverbs that also exist in English language but worded differently. I am suspecting that they must have lost some of their kick and flavor in translation. My favorite of the lot is still about the circus and the monkeys because for some reason, I loved the way it is worded.
Pictures credits: Google
Hope this lighthearted post puts a smile on your face. Maybe next time when you want to express yourself you can use one of these proverbs to put across your point. Cheers!