All I have To Do Is Dream

I just checked my lottery tickets and it did not happen for me yet.  I am hoping that my dream comes true before my 50th class reunion, as I want to go back and relive my glory days in style.  I was not all that popular in my class, but I did have some friends, all of which I have lost touch with.  I went to my Junior Prom and my Senior Prom, but I never dated a girl that was in my class.  I didn’t get any class superlatives, like the most likely to succeed, or best looking, but I was told that I came in second place for the class clown vote.  I never participated in any school sports and I never joined any clubs and I never got involved with any activities, except the senior play and introducing a guy who was running for class president of the student council.  I did go on the senior trip and that was a lot of fun.  I was more popular with students that were younger than I am, but I won’t be invited to those reunions.

I guess it is not that big of a deal if I don’t win the lottery before my class reunion, as I don’t think that I will recognize all that many of my classmates anyway, especially if nobody is wearing nametags.  The only class reunion that I ever attended was the 15th and I got stuck at a table of strangers who I didn’t know and the funny thing was that they all got along better with my spouse than they did with me.  If I don’t go to this one, I am certain that I will never attend another, but if I do go, I don’t have any idea what I would be reminiscing about.  I will probably look at the list of people that are attending, before I make up my mind.

I am from the class of 71, so I probably have about 16 months before I need to hit the lottery.  I would love to pull up to the event in a big chauffer driven stretch limo and have a smoking hot high paid call girl on my arm.  I won’t be impressing anyone with my three unpublished books, but maybe I could take some dancing lessons and show off on the floor.  There is no need for me to impress any of these people, as I don’t care about any of them.

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

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”.