Is the fairy godmother giving you a dress?
The bad stepmother might like to confess
Perhaps the evil witch brew her cauldron?
All I want are sausages, cheese and bacon
There’s a sleeping princess up there
Prince Charming coming from nowhere
The pretty princess might wake up
True love’s kiss wakes her up
He glimpsed a figure standing in the shade
A lady in pink and her hair all braid
The wind blew, black hair down her sides cascade
Who was she and why was she in the greyed?
Was she in trouble and needed some aid?
She’s so pretty, he wants to serenade
Was it all a dream as the figure fades?
flutters around the square
balance of the soul
rainbow in a butterfly
like lively ballet dancer
spins with the wind
wings beating the summer air
frail and delicate
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 26/16
She’s always loved swimming – in swimming pools, rivers, lakes or seas. She’s been down in every imaginable piece of diving gear known to man as well as a wide array of underwater submersibles and crafts. In one of these diving trips, she found a couple of old nickels and kept them as souvenirs. She put a hole in the coins and wore them as her necklace. With them around her neck, she did other extreme sports – skateboarding, mountain rock climbing, jet skiing and bungee jumping. Like the bulls in her coins, she’s always charging full on.
Having said that, she needed money to pay for all these extreme hobbies. She had some jewellery given to her by her mother and she went to the antique shop to have them valued. She got some money for them, then the man saw her necklace. He said that old coins would have fetched a considerable amount, but because she put a hole in them, now they don’t have any value.
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 8/16
Catch me if you can
I don’t want to be a dead man
Now you see me, now you don’t
Things I can’t tell you and I won’t
I can make myself disappear
I know, that’s a bit queer
When I don’t want to be there
As long as I have something to wear
When I’m in an awkward situation
I twirled around and I spun
Like when I’m a third wheel
I don’t want him for me to steal
Or when I’ve dug a deep hole
I could fit myself in a cubbyhole
When I’ve done something I shouldn’t
And I could go as far away as a distant
Or I’ve said something that hurt
Like you smell like a Roquefort
Escape to a place where no one can see me
I promise to be very quiet in a back alley
Escape to a world where I feel needed
I’m one of them and in a crowd I blended
Escape to a new planet – hey, that’s cool
As long as there’s a school and a whirlpool
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 1/16
PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt
When we first got married, Him Indoors and I visited the Philippines. We flew to Bicol, one of the provinces in the north of the Philippines and on the way back, flights were cancelled. Instead of waiting for the next flight which could be the next day or the next week, things could be very flexible in the Philippines. Anyway, we decided to take the bus to Manila. Everyone seemed to have the same idea. The bus station was full of people, chickens, pigs, children, cargoes, you name it, they were there, chaos! We ended up being in a decrepit, no air-con bus. We had to stand the first couple of hours. Did I mention that the bus was so full, people were literally hugging each other, not forgetting all the chickens, pigs, baskets of fruits and vegetables, etc. There was a stop – wheel fell off. We waited 3 hours for the man to get nuts in another town. We stood by the side of the road in the middle of the night. People started getting out, so we were able to sit. Then we stopped the second time – puncture on one of the tyres. Another wait. After that, the driver raced another bus along the motorway with a horse and a cart in the slow lane. Never again, we promised. Such a bus experience!
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 24/16 by Linda Hill
He was certain that this time there would be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Manfred was getting ready for his date that night. This was his fifth date from the online dating company. The first four dates were not successful as the women did not want a second date. This time, he was sure that “she” would be the one and this date would be a success.
He took a shower and put some after shave (a bit too much if you ask me) but didn’t bother putting a deodorant because he put one of this 48hr one yesterday. He made sure he used his extra strong anti-acne soap. He carefully chose his shirt (pinkish), blue vest and bowtie. From what he had read online, this one was already a winner. She was from the same town, fun-loving and working as a care giver.
He met Claudia in the restaurant. She came 15 minutes late but Manfred didn’t mind that. He was already in love with her from what he could see from his thick glasses. She has a lovely bob hair, wearing sleeveless top which showed her rose tattoo on her arm. They ordered their meal and conversation and wine kept coming. Manfred licked his plate clean at the end of the meal.
Soon it was time to pay the bill. Manfred took out his calculator and divided the amount according to what they had ordered. He wasn’t going to pay for that last bottle of wine because he hardly drank from it (that’s what he thought). Anyway, they’ve settled the bill.
Claudia said goodbye and Manfred never heard from her again. Manfred wondered why. There was nothing in him not to like, he convinced himself. So he went back to the agency for his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
For: The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 20/16
If the rain stops, then we can cycle to the beer garden. We’ll have a picnic, complete with our Bavarian tablecloth which we take on our bike rides. I can have the grilled fish and then an ice-cream later, don’t forget the wheat beer, too.
If the son skypes, then we can talk about the holiday, well their wedding in India really. The son and his beautiful bride got married in May in the UK and next month is their Indian wedding. Looking forward to it.
If the clothes get dry, then I can iron or fold them. Or better still, I can start packing. I’m off to the UK next week to see my mother before she goes back to the Philippines. My friend is coming with me, so we’ll be touring her, too. My friend only stays until a week on Tuesday and I stay until a week on Sunday. When she leaves, my mother and I can travel to Chester for a couple of days, for a real mum-daughter bonding.
That’s it from me today. Have a gorgeous weekend, wherever you are then.
For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Hello everyone! I’ll try to come up with words embedding “mb”, here goes…I love samba and rumba, that’s why I go to Zumba in my gym. It’s fun and keeps me fit. Mind you, I’m embarrass to say that I haven’t been in the gym for a couple of weeks. I’ve got a number of excuses – the wedding, the holiday or simply embarking on laziness, sorry!
Before I ramble on these silly excuses and feeling so dumb, let me talk on something different. I’m going to Berlin to the Embassy and talk to the Ambassador about citizenship and renunciation of one. A big step on my part but I have to do something before it’s too late. I’m in a limbo at the moment.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb. Jumbo or Rambo? I like the sounds of tambourines, cymbals and comb buzzers. I feel like an imbecile and my stomach’s rumbling – give me some food! And do you know that koalas eat eucalyptus leaves, not bamboo?
Have a lovely weekend everyone!
For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mb.”
So, how are you today? Hope you’re all well. It’s raining cats and dogs here in Bavaria since yesterday. Don’t fancy going out at all, so perhaps pyjamas day today, i.e. wear my pyjamas all day, read a book, take a nap and later on, have a bath and change into another pyjamas. Sounds like a good plan!
Anyway, my Mum arrived in Heathrow last night from the Philippines. My brother picked him up and drove back to Coventry. I’ll wait a little while and I can ring them because I’m sure they’re still asleep. Yes, my Mum is here in Europe for the son’s wedding next week. We’re flying to the UK on Friday and my sister and husband from Canada are arriving on Saturday morning. Cousin from Dormagen and the nephew and niece from Geneva arrive on Sunday. Son called to say that some people from India are arriving soon, too. Yay, the wedding is on! We’re all looking forward to it!
Yesterday I met my friend and we had Japanese for lunch, miso soup, tuna sashimi and green tea. Then we went to a shop and had some make-up done to us. The one who did mine was so good that I bought most of the stuff she used. I’m a big sucker, me! Oh well, I thought I’d treat myself to new mascara, eye liner and foundation for the wedding, too.
So here’s to say that I won’t be able to blog for a couple of weeks and you know why. We’re celebrating the wedding of HRH the son to his beautiful K. Life is wonderful, isn’t it so?
For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday by Linda Hill
To begin with, let me all greet you. Let’s all begin the day all hopeful. Or let’s all be busy – especially some of us are taking part in the a-z challenge and for me, also with NaPoWriMo for the first year. So hoping that the Bard will be my muse and he’d be giving me some advice. Got out of bed all buoyant – the sun is out, weather is warm, birds singing, and Him Indoors buying bread for our breakfast. Bless him. Looking forward to our next bed and breakfast holiday, not long now, next month in the UK, for HRH the son and his beautiful K’s wedding. My mother is just waiting for her visa and she’s flying from the Philippines to see her grandson be wed. My sister and her husband from Canada also began planning and booking their flights. So it’s going to be a cool reception and reunion for family and friends. That’s it from me, have a lovely weekend everyone.
For: #SoCS April 2/16 by Linda G Hill
To start the ball rolling, here’s me greeting you all. Hope your weekend is lovely! Well, to be honest, I’m not a ball person, I don’t play or watch football, volleyball, cricket or rugby. Him Indoors and HRH the son are the football fanatics, so today they’ll be glued to the telly watching their games.
I’ve just rang my mother. She was telling me about her new gym and she enrolled herself to Zumba. Also, their group, the Mother Butler Group, is going on a road trip to one of our provinces. They’ve hired a van for this trip. Glad she’s on the ball. And still a ball of fire!
Talking of keeping one’s eye on the ball, I’m curious as to the outcome of the UK referendum on whether Britain stays or leaves Europe. Hopefully, we stay in Europe. We’ve been living in Germany for more than 20 years, so we consider ourselves European. HRH the son lives in England, and he’d be able to vote. The ball is now in his court.
That’s it from me. Keep the ball rolling…
For: Stream of Consciousness Saturday