Cliché-speak: Shooting for the stars
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At first, I dreamed of an educational speech helping others to discern the proper grammatical uses of words such as me, him, and their.
Then, out of the clear blue sky the opening words of the unhappy song “Me and My Shadow” were soon followed by the whimsical words of Roger Miller’s “King of the Road” — “Ain’t got no cigarettes.”
Following that the words of a WWII song came to mind: “Don’t have nobody to call my own.”
Almost instantly, phrases came to me, and I began to write them down in order to share them with you.
So, I’d like to bend your ear for a few minutes.
I once knew a man who was born on the wrong side of the tracks. He started drinking too much when he was just a young whippersnapper and wound up on the bottom of the barrel. No matter how hard he tried, he kept falling off the wagon, and wound up in the hoosegow.
But now, he thanks his lucky stars because he eventually saw the light, got into the driver’s seat, turned his life around, and wiped his slate clean.
So now, he’s on top of the world, and reaching for the stars.
And then, there is this deadbeat dad whose better half is the breadwinner in their family. She is successful, not because of her hour-glass figure, but because when opportunity knocks at her door, she looks it straight in the eye, takes the bull by the horns, puts her nose to the grind stone, races towards the goal posts, and never looks back.
So, now I ask you: Are you ever guilty of blowing your own horn?
When was the last time that you took a load off your mind, feeling like you had hit the nail on the head, but instead wound up with egg on your face?
You probably flipped your lid, and began spouting off, but while blowing off steam, if you had a slip of the tongue. You may have wound up walking on thin ice, or hot coals, of even worse, as burnt toast.
Not long ago, I had the inside scoop on a real deal where I could make a lot of moolah. But when I bumped into an old friend, and told her about it, she spilt the beans. By the time I turned into the parking lot, and shot down the alley to clinch the deal, I was surrounded by such a bunch of freeloaders, that I wound up right back on square one, scratching my head and seeing how far I could stretch a penny just to make ends meet.
But what the heck, nobody’s perfect.
So, I urge you to shoot for the stars, and if things don’t pan out, I hope you have a happy landing.
