Daily Prompt – Secret Admirers

You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

Philip arrived home to see a perfectly arranged bouquet of flowers waiting for him behind the pillar on the front porch. Such vibrant colours, and so elegantly presented. He bent down to pick them up and then searched for the card, turning the arrangement around nervously in his hands.

No card.

Daily Prompt: I Walk the Line

Have you got a code you live by? What are the principles or set of values you actively apply in your life?

I wouldn’t necessarily say that it’s a ‘code’ that I live by… values is a better way to describe it.

Growing up in the country and having relatively normal and down to earth parents instilled a great deal of principles and values in me at quite a young age, which have been carried over into my adult life.

By comparison, I look at the youth of today and am completely flabbergasted as to how they are able to get away with a fraction of the stuff they get away with. Now, back in my day (god, even saying that just makes me feel like a grandpa!) if we ever did anything naughty, our parents would have no reservation in giving us a hiding – whether it was a hand, a wooden spoon or a belt. And when I was a kid, if I had friends over and they were being as naughty as I was, my parents had no reservations about giving my friends a hiding as well. And vice versa. I recall only one time was I ever at my friends house, and his mum went ballistic at both of us – she gave us both a flogging with a wooden spoon, broke the wooden spoon and sent us to his room without dinner, and took away his Sega Master System for the night.

Now, once you’re all done picking your jaws up off the ground, let me just make one thing perfectly clear – it was not a regular practice for our parents to smack us, or our friends. We knew we’d gone too far, and we knew what the punishment was for going too far, but we still did it. We knew that it was risky to push those kind of boundaries, but we got what we deserved. And my friends parents weren’t exactly going around smacking any kid that walked through their front door for a sleep-over with their child – our parents were friends, and had already discussed things like punishments etc when we were at each others houses. They would never have laid a hand on somebody else’s child without discussing it with their parents first.

Just thought I’d clear that up before somebody flips out and calls the police!! *lol*

And even then, it would only need to happen once, and guaranteed, we’d never do it again – so clearly we learnt from our mistakes!!

Growing up, I had a very strong belief that everything you do – every action you take and every decision you make has a consequence, and you can do nothing but accept those consequences – regardless of whether they are good or bad; happy or sad. I know I’ve certainly made some mistakes that I have later regretted, but I still completely own them regardless.

I was taught to always use your manners. Please. Thankyou. I beg your pardon. You’re welcome. Manners these days seems like such a foreign concept, which is quite depressing.

I was fortunate enough to a) be rather intelligent as a child; and b) have parents who realised that from a very, very early age, they didn’t need to sugar-coat anything for me. Whatever it was they wanted to tell me, they’d  make sure that they just told me – like they were talking to an adult. If I didn’t understand, they’d break it down and explain it in simpler terms that I could understand. I was the kid who was sitting there reading mum’s psychology text books at age 7 or 8, whilst she was writing her assignments as part of her degree – I didn’t need to be wrapped up in cotton wool like most kids are already expecting in todays society.

Always help others. Regardless of how, there’s something to be said for doing a good deed for somebody else. It could be as simple as cooking dinner for them, or helping them  with an essay, or washing their car / doing their laundry etc. Or it could be helping an elderly person across the road, or sharing your umbrella at the traffic lights who’s standing there in the rain getting wet. Or maybe buying a meal for a homeless person, or donating a few bags of clothes, or donating money to charity – there’s always something you can do to help somebody else. It doesn’t need to necessarily be a big grand gesture – it can be anything!!. Even something as simple as just sending them a bunch of flowers if they’re feeling down can speak volumes to somebody,

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Feb 6: Pet Perspective

Do you have a pet? Describe your house from the perspective of your pet.

I feel bad that I can’t really answer this because I don’t have a pet.

I wish that I had a cat… I’m a cat person through and through, although I can’t deny that I would love a small puppy of some kind. I just find that cat’s are less maintenance… but sometimes they can be high maintenance. My last cat was like that. She acted as though she was Queen Bee and looked down upon everybody as though we were merely peasants in her presence.

I think if I had a cat now, it would probably just get annoyed that there wasn’t somebody home to keep her company all the time… or at least feed her on demand. She’d no doubt be the one climbing all over the book cases, or finding hiding / sleeping places amongst the wardrobes, under the beds, or on the piles of clean laundry – which, let’s face it, is the most likely situation.

Day 18 – Hiding

Tell us about the last thing you hid.

The last thing I hid…?? Hmmm… Let’s just say that I’m quite good at hiding things. Keeping secrets. Not being necessarily forthcoming with information. The latest thing I’ve hidden would probably be one of the gifts I’ve gotten Hulk for Christmas. I haven’t even opened the parcel. It’s just sitting under my desk at work.

It’s a novelty gift. Something that he will like, but the reality is, unless we start having friends over, or hosting game nights, then it’s more than likely it wont get used. Not that I mind. It was inexpensive, but hey, even I like it.

Another thing that I’ve hidden is my recent purchase of a card game called Cards Against Humanity. I stumbled across this card game purely by chance, and then instantly fell in love with it’s concept and had another one of those SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY moments (that I seem to have far too regularly!). I got all excited and went to purchase it. 

But no. I live in Australia. Amazon wont ship it to Australia.

So I emailed the company:

Subject: Please take pity on me…

 

…For I come from the land Down Under (and no, not your pants!)

 

 I live in that place far-far away called Australia, or as the locals (ie, bogans) refer to it: ‘Straya, c**t!

 

Unfortunately, Amazon doesn’t seem to like us very much, because they are always denying me the ability to purchase from them.

 

Why Amazon? Why?? WHY DON’T YOU WANT MY MONEY!?!?!

 

Perhaps you would like my money??

 

 And in exchange, you could perhaps send me some of your wares, in the form of boxes of Cards Against Humanity?? We don’t have to tell Amazon, it can just be our little secret… like the night your mate made out with his cousin… I promise I won’t tell anybody. 

 

I would be wanting to purchase the original CAH, plus the three expansion packs… do you also sell some kind of fancy box that all of those would fit in??

Cheers

J.

from Melbourne, ‘Straya.

…Let’s just say they took pity on me and allowed me access to a site that shipped to Australia!! HOORAY!! Can’t wait for them to arrive in the mail!

I think the biggest thing that I’ve been hiding is probably this blog. I’ve only told a couple of people about it, because it’s not something that I particularly want to be shouting from the rooftops to everybody I come across, because so far I’ve shared some personal stuff on here, and don’t necessarily feel comfortable with those who know me, knowing that information. Ironically, I have no issue blurting it out for the rest of the world to read.

Why is that?