Alright

I was aghast having nothing for the string of letters “ght”, as all I could think of was ghost, but that word does not contain the string of letters in the proper order.  Then a light turned on and I knew that I didn’t have to ad-lib, play it by ear, improvise something, down-rite fake it by making stuff up on-the-spot in the spur-of-the-moment, just plain wing it, or admit defeat.  From light, I got blight, fight, knight, might, night, right and sight.  I am sure that somebody will Google this string and come up with many more than I have, but that is not what Stream of Consciousness writing is about.  This writing is meant to be extemporaneous, speaking off the top of your head, and I have come to enjoy it.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to find words that use the string of consonants “ght”.

Measles is Still a Thing

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey And all my friends are junkies That’s not really true I’m a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer What you do?  In WWII the Germans had Bastogne Belgium surrounded and they asked the 101st Airborne to surrender, to which Gen. McAuliffe said “Nuts!”.  My dad was in the 101st Airborne and he told me this story. The VFW showed up at the cemetery when my father was getting buried and they gave him a 21-gun salute.  I got to keep the shell casings, which made me proud.

When I was young, I never heard anything about peanut allergies, but yesterday on the news I heard that a new study said that measles weakens the immune system and this causes your body to forget how to fight off things that you may have already conquered.   When my dog had fleas, I got bit by some of those suckers also.  I actually enjoy eating cold pizza and it seems that the more time it spends in the fridge, the better it tastes.  When daddy gets hungry, he wants to eat and cold pizza does the trick.  Hot or cold, pizza is pizza, so don’t cry over spilled milk and when life gives you lemons get out your lemon squeezer.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “nuts”.

Playing Dress Up

My sister had the Barbie game when we were young and it was definitely a girl’s game and she wanted my brother and I to play it with her.  It probably was not easy for her being the only girl and after some coaxing from our parents my brother and I reluctantly decided to play.  My sister described it as an adventure game where we were supposed to find a date for the prom and then pick out our outfit for the party.  It was a board game played with dice and each player got a marker to move around the board.  There were SURPRISE game cards that contained instructions and suggestions on things to do and there was also fake money involved.  For some unknown reason I always ended up being Poindexter, the brainy smart one.  My brother was Ken the good looking one and my sister was Barbie the popular one and my sister’s best friend Lynn was Midge, Barbie’s best friend.

The game was really lame and I was required to sign up for school clubs, and earn pocket cash by working as a part time model and eventually make it to the prom.  My sister and her friend Lynn seemed to enjoy the game a lot especially the parts that I hated, like getting a date and choosing a formal dress.  There were not all that many games around for girls to play back in the early 60s that I can remember, other than the Game of Life and Aggravation.  I think that Barbie was a positive influence on girls allowing them to have dreams about having a career, owning their own house, car, having any type of clothing they desired, getting a boyfriend that they chose and being a success in anything they tried.

Written for Linda G Hill’s October 26, 2019 Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “dress”.

Oh, Happy Day

Oh, what a night, oh, oh, oh for the longest time.  You don’t have to go, oh oh oh oh oh.  Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive.  Oh Susanna don’t you cry for me.  Oh oh it’s magic.  All my love, all my kissin’ You don’t know what you been missing. Oh boy.  Four dead in Ohio (Oh!).  Oh, sweet darlin’ You get the best of my love.  Oh! Darling, please believe me.  Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola.  Oh, a storm is threat’ning My very life today.  Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.  Oh, don’t ask why.  Oh, you gonna take me home tonight.  There seems to be a lot of music lyrics that contain the word “oh” as evidenced by the Four Seasons, Billy Joel, Led Zeppelin, The Firm, Stephen Foster, Selena Gomez, Buddy Holly, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, Eagles, Beatles, Kinks, Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Doors and Queen.

Written for Linda G Hill’s October 19, 2019 Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “oh”.

Ground and Pound

This is a football strategy based on a running offense that says if they are able to pound the football down the field, the defense will have to commit to stopping the run, which in turn will open up some passing plays.  The offensive line is a key component for this tactic to work effectively, but the best way to focus on this type of run game, is to have a quarterback that is capable of doing play action.  A play-action pass starts out like a running play, but it is a pass play, that fools the defense who has sold out their intentions and they have focused on stopping the running play, so the defense gets burnt because the receivers are open.

Tomorrow I may find myself buried beneath the ground, and such is life.  I try to put my nose to the ground just so I can avoid standing on dangerous ground.  I did put my ear to the ground and I worshipped the ground that she walked on.  I entered ground zero on the ground floor and I stood my ground.  There is no middle ground or common ground for the ground squirrel.

Written for Linda G Hill’s October 12, 2019 Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “ground”.