Fibbing Friday — New Definitions

Di (aka Pensitivity101) and Melanie (Sparks From a Combustible Mind) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. This week Di is back and she gives us some words to define.

1. What is a broom? A broom is the short term used in classified ads for “bedrooms,” as in, For rent: 3 broom, 2 bath apartment.

2. What is a doughnut? One of two testicles belonging to the Pillsbury Doughboy.

3. What is a penny farthing? It’s a competition to see who can take a penny and skim it across the surface of a lake the farthest.

4. What is a blanket? It’s another name for a blank check.

5. What is a socket? A small sock.

6. What is tapestry? It’s when you are running in a relay race and try to tap the next runner in order to pass him or her the baton.

7. What is e-mail? The opposite gender of a fe-mail.

8. What is a shower? It’s a sweaty feeling someone gets when they attempt to quickly climb up the steps of a tall and narrow structure.

9. What is a sandbag? It’s a woman’s handbag, but with a handle in the shape of the letter S, enabling it to be hooked onto the belt, thus offering a hands-free handbag experience.

10. What is chocolate? Flavored, edible chalk.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — August 19th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 19th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on August 19, 2017.

SoCS — Pant-Pant-Blow


The first time my wife got pregnant we were advised by her OB/GYN to enroll in a Lamaze class. These classes teach young couples how to prepare for childbirth and, more importantly, how to make it through labor and delivery.

One of the key learnings from the Lamaze class was how to breathe. Naturally, this lesson was intended for the soon-to-be mother to learn breathing techniques during labor. But the husband had a role as well. He was to be her coach, and as such, he, too, needed to learn the proper breathing techniques in order to help his wife manage the trauma of labor and delivery.

One such breathing technique is referred to as “pant-pant-blow.”

Our Lamaze instructor told my wife that as her contractions became more intense, she should exhale in a pant-pant-blow pattern. She needed to take a deep breath in through your nose when her contraction started and then exhale in two short pants followed by one longer blow. That breathing in and panting out should take about 10 seconds and should be repeated until the contraction stops.

Well, one night my wife’s water broke and we headed to the hospital. She got settled in her room in the maternity ward, where, in my role as her coach, I was by her side.

I was armed with a large cup of shaved ice in case her mouth got dry. I had a small, brown paper bag for her to breathe into should she start to hyperventilate or feel dizzy while doing the breathing exercises we’d learned.

Things were moving along, albeit slowly. She was only about five centimeters dilated after about six hours and her contractions to that point had been fairly mild. So her doctor decided to give her Pitocin to speed things up.

It worked. Within an hour her contractions started coming fast and furious and that’s when she really needed my help. I was there for her, holding her hand, mopping her brow, and pant-pant-blowing right along with her.

Between contractions, I was dropping pinches of shaved ice into her mouth like a mother bird feeding her chicks.

And then the wheels came off the bus. My poor wife was in the middle of an intense contraction and we were pant-pant-blowing together. The next thing I remember was waking up in the other bed in my wife’s hospital room. I had a major headache and a bandage on my forehead.

I must have been a little too exuberant in my pant-pant-blow technique. I somehow managed to black out and, on my way to the floor, I knocked my head on the metal railing of her hospital bed.

Fortunately I was revived just before they wheeled my wife to the delivery room. Still, I was mortified by my failure as her labor coach.

To this day, though, I tell my daughter, who was born that night, that being there for her birth really knocked me out!

Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The challenge was to write a post around the word “pant,” just in case you couldn’t tell.

FOWC with Fandango — Rekindle


It’s August 19, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “rekindle.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.

Make It Soar

“I should be done with the manuscript for my new novel by the end of the month,” Stephen told his publisher. “I think it will be very much to your liking.”

“It had better have some pizazz, Stephen,” Gary said. “Your last three books were flat, had no panache. They were snorers and we lost money on them. This one’s gotta be a winner.

“You’ll see when you get the manuscript that it’s a great work of science fiction. This book has a lot of excitement and flair to it, and with your team’s marketing prowess, this book should soar as if it’s powered by jet propulsion.”

“Let’s see what happens when my editor reviews the manuscript, Stephen,” Gary said. “And get it to him by the end of next week.”

Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (novel), My Vivid Blog (very), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pizazz), The Daily Spur (fiction), Word of the Day Challenge (pulsion), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (week).

Throwback Thursday — Transitioning

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie noted that “part of growing up is finding you own way of self-expression.” To that end, she asks us to talk about “Transitions and Modifications.”

Here are Maggie’s questions.

1) Think about your first haircut. Were you the kid that cut your own hair? Did you go to a salon or did your parents cut your hair? Did your parents save a lock of your hair?

My mother probably cut my hair when I was still a baby. But after I grew up a bit, maybe old enough to start school, my parents took me to a barbershop for haircuts.

2) How about shaving? Fathers often teach their sons to shave. Most girls I know, decided for themselves when to shave their legs and their underarms. Some cultures do not shave at all.

My father taught me how to use an electric razor when my facial hair started to sprout at around fourteen. But at one point, probably when I was a freshman in college, I switched to shaving with a Gillette safety razor with double-edge “blue blades” after a girl told me my stubble, even after using my electric razor, irritated her skin.

After I switched to the Gillette razor, she said my face was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Booyah!

3) Did you alter your clothes? Cut jeans into cut-offs? Cut the sleeves off t-shirts? Wear graphic tees? Tie-dyes? Sew patches on your jeans?

No, at least not as a young child.

4) Was there a time you remember challenging the authority in your household. Do you remember the first time you found your voice?

I probably went through the typical teenage rebellion phase, but I can’t recall a specific incident. Sorry.

5) What about piercings? Girls getting their ears pierced was a rite of passage for girls. Then boys started getting one ear pierced. As time passed, piercings became more mainstream and accepted.

To this day, and I’m in my 70s, I’ve never had either any piercings or any tattoos.

6) Did you walk on the wild side? Smoking? Drinking? Did your parents know?

I took up smoking cigarettes in high school and, yes, I did keep my cigarettes hidden when I still lived with my parents. I would also drink beer when I crossed over into the District of Columbia from my neighborhood in the Maryland suburbs because the drinking age in DC was 18, versus 21 in Maryland.

7) What about tattoos? Did you get a tattoo while still living at home? Did your parents approve?

As I said in my response to number 5, to this day, I’ve never had a tattoo. Why would I want to deface this bodacious body?

8) What about language? Was swearing allowed in your family? Did you use the same language around your friends as you did at home with your family?

Certain “swear” words, like damn and shit, were “tolerated” in our household. But most of George Carlin’s seven words you can’t say on TV were forbidden in our house, as well. However, with my friends, nothing was off the table.

9) Think back to high school. Girls, did you iron your hair? Did you color your hair? (using Sun-in counts!) Guys, did you grow a beard or moustache? Did you grow your hair long? Feel free to share a photo of yourself back in the day.

I grew my hair long in college. I grew a beard and mustache after I was discharged from the Army. I still have a beard and mustache, but my long, flowing hair abandoned me long ago.

10) Many people think our authentic self is the person we were as young children. Are you still inherently the same person you were as a child or have you changed your personality and demeanor along the way?

I would say I am not anything like I was as a young child. I was naïve and trusting without an ounce of guile. Not I’m a jaded, cynical, skeptic.