I’ve asked my dizzy alter-ego Libby to guest write this first ever blog on the new blogsite developed by Jennifer. Not sure if I’ll get it posted, but here goes! A feature of this site is that it generates a new prompt for each person who visits it by pairing an adjective and noun. The prompt I received is:
Dizzy Representative
and so, with no further ado, I’d like to introduce my dizzy representative, Libby. And Heeeeere she is:
“Well gee, I mean, I never thought
I’d be the first one to be caught
posting on this rad new site,
I mean, well like, it’s really quite
an honor for a blonde like me
to be the first, but golly gee,
I’m gunna do it anyways,
tho I am sightly in a daze.
I really have been so darn busy
that it has left me feeling dizzy.
That’s why I’m feeling tentative
to be first representative
Wait. Is that what tentative means?
Or does it describe baggy jeans?
I knew I shouldn’t take the plunge
So I hope Judy will expunge
The words I’ve written here and now.
Otherwise, I’ll take a vow
to never write her blog again,
for surely, ad-Libbing’s a sin.
Love and Kisses, Libby”
(Judy’s dizzy alter ego whom you will never ever see again. Promise.)
To get to the website and the prompt generator, go HERE.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Haha this is so funny. I love how you approached this and the rhythm to your words. Thank you so much for using the generator and for sharing this with me. I hope the link up works for the time being. I’ll keep brain storming better sharing ideas though and let you know 🙂 Congrats on being the first contributor!
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Reblogged this on topicgenerator and commented:
The very first post inspired by the topic generator! Thanks Judy for all your help with getting this thing started!
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Judy, I really don’t think you know how good you are! Your humour and natural command of language and all its variations is better than 90% of anything in the book shops..Break your promise and let Lizzie have another go, please! 🙂 Anton
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sorry Libby not lizzie, you’ve got me doing it!
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Excellent begining ! What else Jennifer could ask for. Keep the ball rolling.
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Now I hope I am getting into the routine. What a great start you have written. An inspiration for me to continue.
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Judy that was great fun! Thank you also for your follow! 🙂 even if I’ve been away and been neglectful!
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I really tink that LIbby should have taken the morning before pill to not only help her for get the next day’s creative write in alternative but also to never, ever compost so much thought revoking and personally recessive material as was almost compelled upon us in this briefly writte end space. And that’s awl that I dare to sigh about dat. (Does she have a sister?) 🙂
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Ha!! No but it looks like she has found a perfect mate!
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Check mate. 🙂
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I like this poem, but what can I say..I like them all. Thank you for your kind words regarding the Beat Generation. These alter-lifestyles fascinate me. Had I not been in the service where the straight and nRrow was expected I might have wandered off somewhere, especially when the Hippys came along. 😉
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Your style is unique in comparison to other people I have read stuff from.
I appreciate you for posting when you’ve got the opportunity,
Guess I’ll just bookmark this blog.
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She won’t be alone for long.
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And why is that, Ighoelson? Is it because gentlement prefer dizzy blondes?
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She just seems like a Type A blonde. Where in South Dakota did you live?
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In a little town right on Interstate 90 (the old Highway 16) named Murdo. Population 700.
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I know Murdo well, home of the Honorable US Senator John Thune. I worked on highway construction most of the summer there in 1956. We were there about a week and some town folk put up a sign. Jesus saves truck drivers too! You have done a lot with your life since leaving, ever think about what if? That is time wasted. I will read more of what you have done. Best wishes.
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I lived across the street from John Thune. His older brothers and sister were more my age. He was part of a second family for his parents. He was a baby, along with his brother Randy, when I was in high school. His sister Karen was in my class. Actually, I always wanted to travel so couldn’t wait to leave home and be on my own. I emigrated to Australia right out of college…but only stayed 1.5 years then took off for points north. Did you eat at Highway 16 Restaurant? I worked there my Jr year in h.s. Other choice was Mac’s Cafe on Main Street. It must have been Hwy 16 you were working on. They weren’t working on the Interstate 90 yet then, were they?
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That was a long hot summer I think a record amount of miles were repaved both directions from Murdo. Finding a place to stay wasn’t easy. I ended up renting a corner in the hotel basement, they put up a bed, that was my digs. I ate breakfast on main street and the evening meal out at the Highway Restaurant. I live here in Arlington, South Dakota now, most of my life was spent near Lake Poinsett. We lived in Tucson for two years, went to the dentist down in Nogales, pretty cheap dental work. I will try to keep up reading some of your material. I try to keep moving around much as I can, still walking with a walker but awful shaky. Life is good. If I end up in the wheelchair they will probably have to take me away in the straight jacket.
You are an English major. Is something wrong with someone like me who thinks he wants to be a writer yet has very little higher education? I sure do appreciate all of the writing aids that are available in this new computer age. I guess writing in a way satisfies our own egos and the finished pages leave something for others to look at and hopefully get something from. I find myself writing about personal experiences. I better start working in the third person.
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I counseled at the Methodist Camp on Lake Poinsett and my parents lived in Tucson from 1965 to 1995. Lots of changes there in 30 years.
It is in no way necessary to be an English teacher to write. In fact, it can be inhibiting. I had to quit teaching to find time to write. The important thing is to write in your unique and authentic voice and not to try to sound “good.” We want to hear what you want to say, not what you think we want to hear. I for instance would love to hear some Murdo stories! No need to write in the third person if you are writing memoir. That is my favorite sort of writing and what I seem to be doing the most of.
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I finally got so tired of my one finger typing I got a Dragon software program a few years ago. It works real well, my one finger typing would never overheat a keyboard. That summer that we spent at Murdo I was only 15 years old, not old enough to go to the bars with the rest of the gang. Construction crews didn’t have a very good reputation, the word was usually lock your doors and lock up the women. It wasn’t quite that bad there was a lot of drinking and carousing going on. That sign went up north town ‘Jesus saves truck drivers too’ was a good message but not well received by the revelers I imagine.
There was a couple on their way to the Sturgis motorcycle rally, they ran into uneven pavement one night and wrecked their bike. The woman’s face was almost torn off I’m sure she must have died. I was flagging that night, will never forget that incident.
It was so hot the new asphalt almost burned your feet when you had to walk on it and and I imagine the temperatures were over 100°. One afternoon a little bird landed a few feet away from me and walked over to me. I gave it a drink out of my water bottle. It looked at me and just flew away like it did it every day. That was one little critter that pops into my head at times, maybe I need some type of scan??
You must be quite a photographer I checked out some of your pictures from Mexico, lots and lots of color, then more color. Take care, stay well, God bless. Later.
Maybe you can help. I started out with two non word.press links on the page I built. Now for some reason I have a new page but those two URLs aren’t on it, must be a way to move them. I’m like John on the Damascus road can’t tell where I’m going, with the word.press workings.
You mentioned the Methodist Camp, the only church camp with a beer license! Hope your counseling was a rewarding experience. When the church bought the place from Charlie Smith I suppose the beer license went with it.
My great-grandpa settled just east of the camp in 1868, we have had family around there but most are gone now.
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Great fun!
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