The Rules

Possibly the best blog ever. Especially if you are a Dad with daughters. Do read, have a good laugh, and you may think, like me, “I wish I had this when my little girl was dating.”

Mitigating Chaos

Megan, Elissa & Kelliann, somewhere in Ashville, NC

I decided to re-post this from 2012. It was a hit back then and I am told that it hangs on refrigerators all around the world.

There are many new readers who have never seen it.

The Rules For Dating My Daughters

The photo? Well, that was from Elissa’s “Bachelorette Party” this weekend. They aren’t little girls any longer, but I’m still their Daddy.

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Sunday sayings #6

Heard on a bus

There’s a woman in a niqab, talking to her son in a non-English language.

On the seat in front of them: a white man, who turns around and tells the woman that she’s in the UK and should be speaking English.

On the seat in front of the white man, is an elderly white woman who points out: “We’re in Wales, and she’s speaking Welsh.”

 

Mae yna fenyw mewn niqab, yn siarad â’i mab mewn iaith nad yw’n Saesneg.

Ar y sedd o’u blaenau: dyn gwyn, sy’n troi o gwmpas ac yn dweud wrth y wraig ei bod hi yn y DU a dylai fod yn siarad Saesneg.

Ar y sedd o flaen y dyn gwyn, mae’n fenyw gwyn oedrannus sy’n nodi: “Rydym ni yng Nghymru, ac mae hi’n siarad Cymraeg.”

Sock it to me!

Twittering Tale #53 – 10 October 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Will Mum still be up there Dad?

Yes, don’t worry, she’ll be there!

Are you sure Dad?

I’m sure son, you’ll see. She’s staying up there forever!

(140 characters)

Skies of Tomorrow

I ask about the skies today and wonder on tomorrow

On clouds, and wings, and stranger things, to beg, to steal, to borrow

Perhaps I’m here, but maybe not, I’m sure I do not know

Just as I come, I turn around, and then proceed to go

I float away, and drift on high, in cuddly, snuggly clouds

I hover high, up in the sky, all covered in the shrouds

I look down on the fields and towns on rivers and on streams

I ponder now on what I see and wonder what it means

 

I am indebted,  entirely, to Ward Clever for planting these thoughts in my head, based on his lovely post which you can find at:

https://wardclever.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/skies-of-tomorrow/

 

An Intelligent Form Of Illiteracy​

One of those posts when you don’t know whether to laugh, or cry. I hope you can manage a small titter at least!

Mitigating Chaos

If it wasn’t so true and sad, it would be funny.

Actually, it is funny, even though it is sad and true.

As Steve Martin would say, “This guy’s good.”

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Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

His right pupil had already blown and dropped to the base of his iris. Now his nose was falling off. That cosmetic surgeon sure was a clown.

Be Free

This could be a mantra for many of us. It’s certainly worthy of wider reading. If you’ve never read any of Owen’s work then this is a good place to start.

No Talent For Certainty

What was no longer has to be –
Be free, my friend, be free
You are not trapped in history –
Be free my friend be free

The world is wide and full of joy,
For man and woman, girl and boy,
And with the powers you employ
You’ll find your destination —
The magic’s here, it’s not a trick,
For buildings come up brick-by-brick,
And slowest times are over quick,
Within your reclamation —

What might be there for you to see?
Be free, my friend, be free
What can you make of destiny?
Be free my friend be free

For life’s a thing that must be made,
If not champagne, then lemonade,
And what’s not owed need not be paid,
So feel no consternation —
Whatever order’s there, we placed,
It’s new horizons should be faced,
And though the past can’t be erased,
It’s now just information

So…

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Tom Petty – End of The Line

RIP Tom Petty.