Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

These Animal Sounds…Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

SQUAWK!! This is the silent shrill angry animal sound that has been recurring in my head of late. It seems like my life has been going down the river of late, tossed and tumbled like a flotsam from one tedious occurrence to the other and from three flu-bitten grumpy children to a flu-croaky, grunty husband and now it’s my turn, after nursing them and I must say, I sound pretty croaky. I think my croakiness is more like husky and sexy 😉

Groan! For the last couple of weeks, my blog has suffered as well and I’ve been bingeing on sugary stuff – I comfort eat when I feel low and even though I know it’s not good for me, I still do it. I hiss in disgust at myself but that still doesn’t stop me from gobbling a pack of biscuit chased down with a glass of juice. Meow! I feel like a bad kitty and have avoided the scale like a plague.

On the bright side, silent twitters also ring in my head happily ‘cos I just got a moonlighting part-time coaching job at an institute to prep students for English IELTS/TOEFL exams. I must say that I enjoy the weekly interactions and after 3 hours of teaching the rudiments of grammar, reading, writing and speaking, I come out feeling totally gratified. If the truth be told, this is something that I would do for free – but I need the funds badly.

Okidokey, let me moosey off now and get ready to bleat it – I have a tutoring session this morning with two young and funny Algerian kids who are learning English. See you later alligator 🙂

P.S. Dear Linda, I think I’ve managed to fit in several animal sounds with today’s SoCS prompt – sMOOth – though I suspect that there are many more waiting to be let out.

Echos Of My Neighbourhood

Camel Craziness: Al Marmoom Heritage – Echoes of My Neighbourhood

I’ve not seen such number of Camels gathered in one place all my life. Certain things are better witnessed to appreciate them and the Dromedary (Arabian) Camel racing at the just concluded Al Marmoom Heritage Festival is one of those things.

The Festival celebrates a most valued beast of burden (in these parts) with more than a week of thrilling camel races and cultural exhibitions.

We managed to attend on one of the days and the excitement of spectators was simply contagious. Nothing prepared me for the prospect of seeing fleets and fleets of gangly dromedaries in full flight carrying their robotic jockeys on their humps while their robot handlers/trainers raced along beside them in their 4 x 4 SUV’s.

The camels’ hail from all across the Middle East. They are the stars of the show and they compete in various heats during the day, over a 12-day period. Believe me, it’s an exhilarating one-of-a-kind camel-crazy jamboree!

I even got a generous offer of 50 camels as dowry for my old hands from an interesting fellow with tobacco stained teeth. Quite an experience 😉

Have you visited charming Bamberg? Lady Lee sure knows how to take a trip. You can take a vicarious trip online with her 🙂

I would like to offer the free use of any of my photographs that interest you.

Should at any time you wish to use my images, please feel free to give me a nudge and I’ll email it to you free from any image credit attributions. 

A Click A Day

Aloha! Hawaii in Dubai – A Click A Day.

Well, who says that if we can’t go to the exotic Island of Hawaii, that we can’t bring Hawaii to the desert and possibly have a good Luau while at it 🙂



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Online Blog Party

It’s Party Time. Come Right In 💃💕🎶🌭🍹🍻🍝🍰🍦🍿📻

It’s almost unbelievable how fast time seems to fly by these days. Is it just me? Another month end blog party already.

I would like to thank my new blog friends and welcome them to our warm gathering.

You are most welcome do make yourself comfortable and other up something tall and cool to drink 🙂

Refreshments and favours are nicely arranged down the page. Feel free to indulge, these are zero calories 😉

Just some little party rules:

  1. You must mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wallflower. Go say hello to someone and you can participate in the Tag a poem, a thought or quote below.
  2. Let us know where you are blogging from.
  3.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with introductions.
  4. It’s one link per comment, but come back as often as you’d like, that way it’s easier to focus on a link at a time for others.
  5. Please reblog, spread the word of the party like butter, or like, share on Twitter, Pinterest, Google+, Facebook, etc. Tell your family, friends,  blogging neighbours, even your blogging pets.
  6. Have fun, it’s a great way to find bloggers and have them find you.
  7. Please show some love. Reblog this post. It helps all of us! The more people that see and participate in it, the more potential new follows! So, share and share voraciously!

There we have it. Since all the rules have been clearly explained, have fun and make the most of it :-)

Thank you for coming to my party and supporting my blog. You rock.

We are Creating a Peace and Love Chain, so please add your little piece. Thank you.

I blog from Dubai and to the love and peace chain, I start with:

To Love is to be at Peace.

For tranquility, harmony, goodwill

understanding, and union

are benefits borne

from the active emotions of love.

***You can continue…

Crack These Simple Riddles Below 😉

  1. A horse is tied to a rope that’s five meters long. There’s a barn filled with hay 6 meters away, yet the horse can get up and eat the hay whenever he wants. How’s that possible?
  2. Arnold Schwarzenegger has a big one, Michael j fox has a small one, Madonna doesn’t have one, The Pope has one but he never uses it, Bill Clinton Has one and he uses it all the time!
    What is it?…


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The Farmer’s solution and our combined Summer story…

The outpour of friends to last weekend’s party was totally amazing and I would like to thank each and every one of you for making it a blast.

I hope it was worth the time of all who attended. The link can be accessed through here for those who were unable to step in. I look forward to seeing you at the end of this month 🙂

We had a riddle to tackle, however due to all the eating and dancing, the poor farmer couldn’t get a suitable suggestion but our Summer poetry story was quite impressively contributed to and a lot of folks spotted the difference  clearly. 🙂

The compilation is below with attributions to contributors. Once again, thank you for the fun.


A poor farmer went to the market to sell some peas and lentils. However, as he had only one sack and didn’t want to mix peas and lentils, he poured in the peas first, tied the sack in the middle, and then filled the top portion of the sack with the lentils.

At the market, a rich innkeeper happened by with his own sack. He wanted to buy the peas, but he did not want the lentils.

Pouring the seed anywhere else but the sack is considered soiling.

To trade in sacks is not allowed. The farmer can’t cut a hole in his sack.

How would you transfer the peas to the innkeeper’s sack, which he wants to keep, without soiling the produce?


Pour the lentils into the innkeeper’s sack, bind it and turn inside out. Pour in the peas. Then unbind the sack and pour the lentils back to your sack.

A little Summer tale…

We wore Summer dresses

spun like flower coloured cotton

that sat on each stalk

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Together we played hopscotch
With bright coloured chalk,
Whispered sweet nothings
Held hands while we walked.


A whisper of soft summer breeze
ruffled the spun flowery cotton
sweet summer scents floated
filling the air with sensuous delight

Soul gifts

We gazed at a World
filled with the promise
of its untold treasures.
Ours to map out in time.

Cybernetic blonde

Stars glittered as we dreamed
Whispered of far places
We slow danced in the dark
Delighting the fireflies

Melinda Kucsera

Ray’s of sunshine glistening on dew
Morning glories meanwhile pushing through
Great friends may seem far and few
Until the blogger party begins

Moody Much

Light on our feet
we did the Harlem shuffle
Supposedly a poverty dance
but none of this matters,
when love takes a chance


sleeveless sundress
golden rays
paint her shoulders

paint her shoulders
tawny hues
show off her white dress

show off her white dress
soft and silken
like rose petals

like rose petals
soft and red
sensual lips


And Blue eyes
Like deep pools
Reflecting the summer skies


Picking fluffy balls,

My soft white hands ached,

But this was our living.

So everybody no matter who

Picked the cotton

And inside I smiled,

Knowing in days not too

Far away; there’d be new–

Cotton dresses for my —

Three Sisters and I,

Whatever the colour or pattern,

Brand new, latest style.

For now, the four of us picked,

In old cotton summer dresses

Sweltering and famished .


Walking down the street

our feet went flip flop

Wondering how far we had gotten


The heat is intense…
I enjoy beach at sunrise,
hide-out afternoon


Despite the oppressive heat
the need to hide from the burning rays
I slide over to you
we chat about the we that we are
we know soon it will cool
the beach will invite us
to walk through the break
hold hands and be young again.


The sun kissed our tresses

And kindled our thoughts on

Where to rest our toes from our walk


Let me tell you that being part of this wonderful crowd is a heartwarming experience and worth every single minute.

You guys are fine gentry. You rock 🙂

We’ll do it again soon.