Your three words, my little story: Nora’s words (true story)

/ Jim McDonald / 5 Comments

Your three words, my little story
Nora’s words: opsimath, hypermnesia & malapropism (true story)

 

Four good friends wanted to quit smoking, so they decided to try hypnosis. Jim and Raymond haven’t smoked since, but Bruce and Christina smoked before they got to their cars.

 

When Jim quit, he gained interest in other areas. He became an OPSIMATH person. However, he wouldn’t have known what that meant, except when he got hypnotized he got HYPERMNESIA. Hypermnesia is the opposite of amnesia, which means he remembers things he normally wouldn’t.

 

He majored in English and learned enough to get by but, he still had problems with MALAPROPISM. Sometimes he used a word, that sounded correct for the sentence, but wasn’t close. He needs to learn a lot more but, as of yet, he hasn’t given up.

Past, present & plans: 8-30 -16

/ Jim McDonald / 4 Comments

Past, present & plans 8-30 -16

 

Past

 

Dad rented a small garden area from the Morgan’s, just outside from the suburbs of Lanham, Maryland. Whenever us kids heard we were going to the Morgan’s, we didn’t know if we were in for a good ole country cookout and games or to work in the garden.

 

This one particular day it was just me and dad going and I figured we were going to work in the dirt. Once we were there, I was given a huge surprise. A tractor.

 

My first driving experience was on an old Allis-Chalmers tractor. I was sitting on dads lap, while he controlled the peddles. He probably controlled the steering too. I was so proud to be his son.

 

I think dad paid for our garden spot, by plowing and disking the fields. He might have drank a lot, but he sure did work.

 

Present

 

I went to a local Senior Center to get help from the state with my energy bill. While I was there I was given a tour of the place. I was very impressed with the cleanliness and all the activities offered, so I joined free of charge.

 

Pool tables, gym equipment, dining hall and many more. The ones I just mentioned are free as a member.

 

Plans

 

Thursday I’m going to help my buddy work on his autobiography, but before that he wants to join the Senior Center.

Your three words, my little story: Gary’s 2nd set

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Your three words, my little story
Gary’s 2nd set: consanguineous, misogynistic and deciduous.

 

All the DECIDUOUS flora will be in hibernation later in the month. That’s one of the reasons why the organizers, thought the colorful fall would be a good time for the reunion. It’s refreshing, picturesque and a bargain to rent the park out in the off season.

 

Most of the family didn’t believe that Jim was MISOGYNISTIC like the rest of the men in their CONSANGUINEOUS family tree. However, Jim, Ernie and Carolyn knew different. Ernie was proud to have a cousin with that many notches on his belt, while Carolyn knew Jim’s morals had changed when he got sober.

 

Parts of Jim missed having a different woman every week, sometimes every night. Then he looks at family and friends, that are growing old and grey together, with their first and only love. Something he never had was a history with that special someone. He often thinks that life would have outweighed all those happy endings.

How ya like my hat? Sombrero

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How ya like my hat? Sombrero

 

I finally made it to the motel after a three hour hiatus, caused by not one, but two flat tires.

 

Even though the road was lined on both sides by a mix of pine, spruce, maple and oak, the sun still found its way to my bald spot. It was a scorching, blistering and unrelenting heat and I had no protection for my head at all.

 

Not only was the sun playing havoc on my head, I only had one spare. I already put it on the right rear and moved to the front. I was in the process of taking the right front off, when I noticed a guy standing over me blocking the sun. I said, “Thank God.”

 

“No. I’m Steve.” The guy said with a grin.

 

“Thank you for blocking the sun. Do you have a 275/60R15 tire?”

 

He felt his chest, his front pockets, then his back pockets and said, “No, but I do have a hat for that burnt spot on your head.”

 

“I’ll take it. Can I get a ride to the nearest service station?”

 

“Sure.” I put both flats in the back of his truck and off we went.

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Just messin, paid a dollar for it at a local thrift store.

Your three words, my little story: Anonymous

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Your three words, my little story

Anonymous: verdant, felicitous & vestiges

 

The treasure map Roy found didn’t have a precise point of entry into the woods and he didn’t have adequate skills to read it anyway. So he put together a team of twelve, which was six two man squads. Each pair had a Retevis H-777, 16 channel single band two way radio walkie talkie.

 

The best they could figure the starting point was five feet to the north of a huge oak tree right on the tree line. However, it could have been three hundred feet to the left or right. So that meant the old cabin would be exactly two miles due east from any point of three hundred and five feet north of the oak, to two hundred and ninety five feet south of it.

 

They set up base camp just outside of the oak tree. Roy was on the team that went in at the midpoint and there were two teams to his left and two teams to the right. A hundred and fifty feet apart separated all teams, but of course one team was left at base camp.

 

Everyone had a FELICITOUS machete able to cut through the thick VERDANT forest. They kept in close contact by radios and compasses. As they cut their way through the wooded vegetation Roy finally found the VESTIGES of cabins, that were so rundown and overgrown he almost walked right past them.

 

He called everyone to the cabins, while four stayed and set up camp, six went back to gather the rest of the gear needed to dig for the treasure.

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Foot note: I beleive I used your words correctly, but I don’t know how smoothly they fit into the story.