Sunday Scribblings #175: New

Sunday Scribblings Prompt #175: New

There’s a trick to this, I think to myself, as I re-read the instructions for the third time. There must be something here that'll tell you how not to pee all over your hand. I give up on trying to find what is clearly not there. I’m a scientist, surely I can figure this out. Unfortunately I don’t, but a few minutes later the magic words appear, PREGNANT.

I sit on the toilet seat, stunned. This is what we’ve been dreaming of for the past year. So why am I so scared? Oh crap, I think to myself. I've only just got the new promotion at work. How am I going to break the news to my boss?

I take a deep breath and give myself a mental shake. I’m going to be a mother. I smile at this thought. I'm still grinning like a nut, when the phone rings.

"Hey babe, I just got off the phone with Marcus from the car dealership. I'm going to test drive the car this afternoon, do you want to come?"
Darn I'd forgotten about Boyfriend's obsession with buying a new car.
"Um...the new car might have to wait. We're going to have a baby."
There's silence on the other end of the phone. Then Boyfriend starts to giggle like a teenager.
Somehow we manage small talk before he hangs up.

A few seconds later the phone rings again. “I wasn’t dreaming was I, you did say you were pregnant?”

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The Dream Thieves

Artle reached over and threw his time blinker off its perch beside the bed. Unperturbed the suicidal time blinker imp continued to announce, "It is now four blinks past the previous dream. The porthole no longer has any vacancies. The next opening will happen in ten blinks, counting now..."
By this time Artle had regained enough of his senses to grab the wand from under his pillow and direct it at the imp. Unfortunately, everything he owned including the wand was, either broken, on its way to being broken, or hastily mended.

There was a loud bang.

Artle woke to find himself stuck to the ceiling looking down at his bed.

The ceiling groaned in protest.

When he regained consciousness for the second time, he was lying face down on the floor beside the bed. A whimper of pain escaped from his lips, while the imp announced, "It is now two blinks to the last dream. This is the final warning before the porthole closes." Artle groaned in reply. This was the second day in a row that he had missed the portholes. At this rate he would never eat.

There was a knock at the door. Artle barely had enough time to roll himself over before the door opened to reveal a goblin and a troll. He let out another groan.
"Ah, Mr Tobler, I see you've managed to get out of bed," sneered the goblin.
"Morning, Mr Le Tat."
Ignoring the greeting, the gobling continued, "It has come to my attention, Mr Tobler that you haven't paid this weeks rent. Where are my dreams?"
"Well you see, Mr Le Tat...funny story actually. You wouldn't believe the kind of week I've been hav - "
"Enough! You see Mr Tobler the agreement was for two dreams a night. Imagine our disappointment, Mr Tobler when Friday came and we didn't see or hear from you. Now just to make sure you understand the agreement, Mr Dizzlebick here will remind you."
He moved aside to reveal an angry looking troll, carrying an even angrier looking club.

Rings and things...

Boyfriend and I are sitting down to dinner.
"How was the marine mammal workshop?" I ask Boyfriend.
"It was great. I missed you though," he replies, reaching for my hand.
"That's so sweet. I misssed you too," I say blowing him a kiss.
"I thought about you, but there was this pretty chick in the group. So I didn't think about you for long," he adds laughing. I flick a pea at him.
"You really need to buy me a ring," Boyfriend informs me.
"Why?" I ask.
"I'm surrounded by all these women who want a piece of me. I'm in high demand you know."
It's my turn to laugh.
"I'm serious. You're marrying a very handsome man. I've got to let these women know that I'm spoken for."
I laugh even harder.
Boyfriend turns to our dog, "I think she loves me, Rusty."

Scribble Soup for Writers' Block #56: Is that even a word?

What word or words would you use to describe the missing sock phenomenon, ie when you wash a pair of socks, you somehow mysteriously end up with only one.

Do you have word/s or terms that you have made up to describe something?

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The Great Socktery: when washing a pair of socks, you somehow mysteriously end up with only one.

Daylexia: dyslexia caused by early mornings.

Worklexia: dyslexia caused by work.

Couch-a-tional field: the gravitational field of a couch. The force required to remove oneself from the couch is directly proportional to...well I haven't been able to remove myself from the couch to calculate this one.

Remote dependency: one's dependence on the t.v remote control.

Temporary Bridge Craziness: The compulsive need to speed when driving over a bridge, especially when you're stuck behind a slow moving truck.

Speedmosis: the uncontrollable need to keep up with other speeding cars.

Breakfast-a-la-car: eating breakfast in the car, on the way to work because once again you're running late.

Dreamscaping: daydreaming during an important meeting.




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Okay, need to start posting again soon. I've been very busy at work...and very slack.

I was so tired on the way home from work Thurdsay afternoon, so I wasn't quite 'with it' when the I was pulled over by the booze bus police. In all my years of driving I've only ever been breath tested twice (this being the third), and as my grasp on technological breakthroughs - like my grasp on reality - is tentative to say the least, I wasn't quite sure what was happening when the copper shoved the breathalyzer in my face. My first thought was where do I blow as there was no nozzle. The policeman said something, which I completely missed (since I'd lost another 10% of my hearing after going to see Nine Inch Nails on Tuesday night - they were awesome by the way). I asked him to repeat it.
"Can you count to ten, ma'am." So I do, silently in my head.
"Out loud please." Oh, it was then I realised that the gadget he was holding to my mouth actually didn't require me to blow on anything. He must of thought I was an idiot. I know I felt like one.

lemonade award

Sunshine was gracious enough to pass the Lemonade Award to me.

The way the “When Life Gives You Lemons, make Lemonade” Award (for short, The Lemonade Award) works is:

1) You must link back to the person you received the award from.
2) You have to nominate 10 bloggers who are deserving of this award!


Now comes the hard part. Since I don't know that many bloggers, I'm going to pass this on to everyone who is interested (leave a link if like). I'm giving a big shout out to the following people for their beautiful blogs.

** Abra for her fantastic way with words.
** Giggles for her art and great blog.
** An English Girl Rambles for her stunning photos.
** Rambling Woods for all her informative posts and amazing photos