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Fish Fry Feast

Posted on March 21, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I love fish fry. I love fish and I love fry. So I had been wanting to check out the Ilion Moose Lodge Fish Fry. Last Friday I got my chance.

The lodge is located on Barringer Road, Ilion, NY, near Barringer Road School. Having gotten directions from Jim Parker at the Ilion Farmer’s Market (see previous post), we found it with no problem.

We walked into the bar and were directed to the back room. This is a large, airy space that I think would be ideal for many functions. We easily found a table for two. We did not have to peruse the menu once we heard the specials. I decided to try the Haddock Reuben and Steven chose the Shrimp Basket. We like to order different things, so we can try each others. I got sweet potato fries (my favorite!) while Steven stuck with regular. I asked if I was allowed to go into the bar area and get a glass of wine. I was.

When I returned with my Chablis, Steven had obtained a cup of his beloved coffee. Our food, when it arrived, was delicious. As we were eating I heard another patron asking what a Haddock Reuben was.

“It’s yummy!” I called across the room. Just trying to be helpful.

I did not finish my yummy sandwich. They provided me with a take-out container, which I promptly left on the table. The waitress nicely brought it out to me before we drove away.

I do love a Friday fish fry. It sets me up for the weekend. I look forward to returning to the Ilion Moose Lodge, possibly next week. They told me they are also open Good Friday, so if I don’t make it then, I’ll have another chance.

Fish fry is served from 4 to 7 p.m. Fridays at the Ilion Moose Lodge on Barringer Road. I highly recommend it.

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Old is New at the Farmer’s Market

Posted on March 20, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Friday Steven and I had occasion to go to one of my all time favorite Mohawk Valley places, the Ilion Farmer’s Market at Clapsaddle Farm, Otsego Street, Ilion, NY.

The market is open Friday from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. and Saturday from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I was able to get home, shower and change before we headed out. I dressed a little fancy for a farmer’s market, in pantyhose and a dress, because I hoped to go to dinner afterwards.

We had some discussion about that, because we like to bring our schnoodle, Tabby, to the Farmer’s Market, but we don’t like to leave her in the car while we go someplace to eat. I suggested we either get take out (despite my fancy outfit) or bring Tabby home before we dined. Steven suggested we leave Tabby home entirely and she could accompany us to the Farmer’s Market another time. I was amenable to that, especially the implication that we would visit the Farmer’s Market again soon.

I know I’ve talked about the Ilion Farmer’s Market many times, but I can never resist mentioning it again. I just love everything about it: driving over the wooden bridge to get there, the antique barn that houses it, Jim Parker’s artwork. This time we sampled some Amish cheeses and decided to buy some. We sampled some cookies and definitely bought some. I checked for garlic pickles, but, alas, none were available.

What was new this time was a display of antiques for sale. It was a nice little area with shelves and a display case. Jim Parker told us the antique dealer was also a contractor and had done all the work himself using wood from old barns. We did not purchase anything Friday, but I will probably return to get one of the ladies’ handkerchiefs I saw. I think my character in Harvey would carry just such a handkerchief (for those just tuning in or anyone who forgot, Harvey is the play I’m in at Ilion Little Theatre).

Before we left we asked Jim for directions to the Ilion Moose Lodge, where we thought we’d go for the fish fry. He gave us the directions twice, because the first time I thought Steven was listening and Steven thought I was listening. The second time we both listened and departed with thanks, confident we would find the fish fry. That will be the subject for tomorrow’s post. Stay tuned.

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Blogger’s Day Off

Posted on March 18, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was afraid it would come to this. I fought the good fight all week with what sleep I could get and zinc supplements, but the cold has won (to show the state of my brain, I almost typed “one” for “won”). Since my goal is to make a post every day, I will subject you all to the history of my illness and hope it comes out as amusing as it did in my head a few minutes ago.

My cold started last Sunday, the day I heroically ran up the hill to Herkimer County Community College. I didn’t recognize it at the time, though, because it took the form of a very stiff neck. After I had written my whole blog post about the run, I realized I had completely left out the neck. As I was running, though, I was thinking about it. When I wanted to look left or right I had to twist my whole upper body. Then I spend a block and a half twisting back and forth, like Chubby Checkers, because I thought it might be good exercise. Remember, after he did “The Twist”, Checkers no longer particularly rated his nickname.

So I spent all week with a terrible cold but managed to make it through work, rehearsals and blog posts. By Friday I was actually feeling a little better. I still had the stiff neck on one side (I believe I mentioned it in Friday’s lame post), but my head felt better. Till I was on my way home, then I had that sick headache and the macaroni leg thing. Still, I thought I was on the mend.

I thought to seal my recovery I would take a Lorata-D, a rather powerful decongestant that is over the counter but you have to ask the pharmacist for it. I rarely take it, because although it clears me out like a sandblaster (only with different action, I imagine), the side effects are uncomfortable. If I take it at night, I can’t sleep at all. If I take it during the day I get horribly light-headed. I thought, I’ll outsmart it. I’ll take it at 4 p.m. I’ll only be lightheaded for the evening, I’ll probably sleep OK. If not, I have Saturday off; I can take a nap.

I actually didn’t sleep too badly. I had an hour or two of tossing and turning in the middle of the night, but I slept in by a few hours compared to my usual rising time. It was after I got up that the lightheadedness kicked in with a vengeance. I can’t do anything but sit here and feel lightheaded. It’s awful!!! Coffee didn’t help. Taking a walk with Tabby in the fresh air didn’t help. I feel I have no brain, and it is not fun.

After Steven went to work I went back to bed. I thought I could sleep, wake up and drink coffee and start over again. I slept a little and got up feeling every bit as useless. I remembered recently my sister saying on Facebook she had taken a detox bath with Epsom salts, baking soda and sea salt. I asked her if salt from salt potatoes would work (we haven’t bought table salt in years. Ever since we moved back from the south, where you unaccountably can’t get salt potatoes, it’s almost the only kind of potato we buy. They always give you way more salt than you need). She said she thought not as it was too refined. Well, I am not refined at all, so I thought it would even out. I tried it. If nothing else, I had to get clean and I did not feel like standing up in the shower (I know I’ve mentioned feeling this way before. My mother told me she has Grandma’s old lady shower chair that I can have if I really want it).

So here I am, clean and still lightheaded. Coffee is brewing; I can only hope it helps. As I read back over what I’ve typed (a rare day of composing at the computer instead of in my notebook), I see, not as amusing as I had hoped. Although I kind of like the bit about salt potatoes and not being refined. Still, I’ve managed to make my post. I can only try to be more scintillating tomorrow (do you pronounce the “c” when you say “scintillating”? I’ve always wondered).

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Lame is a Many Splendored Thing

Posted on March 17, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

“Dr. Chumley, my mother used to say to me, ‘In this world, Elwood’ — she always called me Elwood — she’d say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be oh, so smart or oh, so pleasant.’ For years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”
-Elwood P. Dowd in the play Harvey by Mary Chase

I think it would be nice to live by this quote. Of course I don’t usually. I’m usually still caught up in the oh, so smart mode. But I’m working on oh, so pleasant.

Here is a random observation that veers into half-baked philosophy: it is just as easy to be nice as not most of the time. For example, if somebody you don’t like says “good morning” in a pleasant tone of voice, you can smile and say, “good morning” back. It’s not that hard. Apparently for some people it is.

My next random observation veers into middle-aged musings (you see how well I can multi-task): when you’re in your late 40s, you will have pain. Today it’s a muscle spasm in my shoulder, making it difficult to turn my head or use my right arm (and yet I’m writing this. How dedicated am I?). It’s actually adding a little interest to my morning. As I hold myself stiffly, I’m pretending I’m the guy with the deformed hand in The Brain that Wouldn’t Die (a fun movie with or without robot heads).

Although, as I think about it, I realize you can have pain at any age. There are headaches and period cramps and sore muscles from athletic endeavors. I remember a friend of mine who suffered from migraines saying, “I wonder what it would be like to go a whole day with suffering any pain.” A guy looked at her and said, “I often go a day without pain.” Well, some people are blessed, that’s all.

A woman at work who dislikes me was maneuvered by circumstances into smiling at me. I was walking down the hall more or less level with a management type. She smiled at him then turned her head in my direction, probably not knowing who it was. She was still smiling and I was past her before she had time to stop! Ha! She can’t say good morning, but for one teeny tiny second, she smiled at me! Hey, point and laugh if you must: I take my joy where I can find it.

Incidentally, the woman did have chances to give me dirty looks later (at least, maybe they weren’t dirty looks at me; maybe she was in a fowl mood and I was in her line of vision), which led me to a Christian thought. If Jesus could forgive people who crucified him, how much more should I forgive somebody who merely gives me dirty looks.

Well, I do love Lame Post Fridays, where I just sit down and write whatever comes to mind. If you’ve been entertained, yay! If you’ve been bored, thank you for bearing with me. The nice thing is now it’s the weekend, and I have various Mohawk Valley adventures planned. Stay tuned!

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More Monster Movies

Posted on March 15, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

One of the presents I got Steven for his recent birthday was a DVD set of 50 Horror Classics. The years run from 1922 to 1963 and the quality from classic (Nosferatu) to cheesey (keep reading), so I thought, what’s not to like? Last weekend we watched a couple of the movies, so not having a better topic (I’m still suffering from a bad cold), I thought I’d do another monster movie post.

First we watched The Giant Gila Monster (1959). This sparked a short debate on how Gila is pronounced. We agreed the “i” sounds like “ee” (as in EEEeeee!), but is the g a “g” or an “h”? The movie did not settle the question, thought, because I don’t recall any characters actually saying the word “gila.”

I’m not saying nobody said the word; I’m saying I didn’t hear it. In other words, this was not a movie that gripped my attention. It started out fast enough, with a couple in a car (love the classic cars in these movies) overcome by an unseen horror (this sort of scene was a precursor, I’m convinced, to those doomed copulating couples in the slasher flicks from the ’70s and ’80s). After that, though, the movie slowed down. It even paused not once but twice so the main guy could sing this touching song about laughter. I don’t know if they were trying to get that guy a singing career, create suspense or just fill in time. Guess which one they accomplished (I knew you’d guess).

Our second feature was The Beast of Yucca Flats(1961) featuring Tor Johnson, who got his start as an actor courtesy of Ed Wood. That is according to the Tim Burton movie Ed Wood. We’ve seen Tor Johnson in the Wood-directed opus, Plan 9 From Outer Space. Incidentally, Plan 9 is widely credited as the Worse Movie Ever Made. I think a better award would be Best Bad Movie. I can sit through Plan 9 From Outer Space and be reasonable entertained. Other bad movies, not so much. This bad movie committed the unforgivable movie sin of being dull.

Both movies earned my favorite pan for a dull movie, “It needed robot heads.” This, of course, is a reference to Mystery Science Theatre 3000 (if you didn’t get the reference, I don’t know if we can still be friends) (just kidding; I need all the friends I can get, but seriously, try to catch MST3000). Why isn’t that show somewhere on digital cable?

Just in case anyone’s forgotten (unlikely) or never knew (a sad state), in MST 3000, this guy and two robots watched cheesey movies and made silly comments. I know, this is something many of us have been doing for years in our own living rooms, but these guys were inspired.

I’m thinking the DVD set has many other entries in need of robot heads. I’ll watch them all and feel free to post on them when nothing better is available.

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Return of the Crazy Old Lady Hat

Posted on March 14, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was going to call this post Blogger’s Sick Day, because I was too ill all day at work to write during my breaks. I was not too ill to work, just too ill to feel happy about it.

My plan after work was to return home and scramble into bed to nap before tonight’s rehearsal (have I mentioned I’m in a play at Ilion Little Theatre? Oh well, preview of coming attractions). I carefully set my watch alarm to wake me in time to shower and type three sentences, because, as regular readers know, I have challenged myself to post something every day for one year.

Well, I sucked on Zicam all day (I usually buy generic, but the name brand was all they had at Kinney’s last night). It seemed to help. Or else the cold is just running its course. Who can tell about these things? In any case, I did not feel as knock-down, drag-out awful as I did yesterday driving home from work.

I had also spent the day watching the light outside fade and brighten. Now it looked like a storm, now it looked sunny. As I drove home to Herkimer, sun had won. Hmmm, no walk for Tabby yesterday. Me and Steven both going to rehearsal tonight. I saw my way clear: I had to walk my dog. I realized, too, it was warm enough to make wearing my crazy old lady hat appropriate. Score! A plan and a blog title!

What a long introduction, just for a post about a walk with my dog. Oh well. I relaxed for a few minutes with my steel-toed work shoes off, then put on running shoes and got my hat and Tabby’s leash. I found my prescription sunglasses, too. I find the sunglasses/hat combination to be ideal on sunny days. I should mention, perhaps, that my crazy old lady hat is khaki canvas with a wide brim. I love it.

Other than the running shoes and hat, I still had my work clothes on: BDU pants and a black t-shirt from Melfe’s Shoes (where I got my steel-toed work shoes). Yes, it was a crazy old lady outfit, even without the hat. No matter. When you’re walking a cute, friendly little schnoodle, people tend to smile at you regardless.

We turned down Church Street toward the Historic Four Corners, Tabby’s favorite way to walk, because a lady was walking two dogs in the direction I would have taken. They seemed very interested in Tabby, and I didn’t want to cause trouble. Tabby did her business in somebody’s lawn, which I usually try to prevent. I try to get her to poop in the strip between the sidewalk and road, but this time she was too quick for me. Of course I picked it up in a plastic bag I carried for just such a purpose.

As we went by Herkimer Reformed Church, Tabby wanted to sniff some dog poo in the church yard. Who let their pooch poo in the church yard and didn’t pick it up? That shows a lack of respect. I saw another pile of poo in the sidewalk. Really, some dog owners.

Tabby pulled me across Main Street, no light-hearted task, and toward our church, Christ Episcopal. Nobody was there, but Tabby has been there a few times when nice people have petted her, so she often wants to check it out.

We continued on Mary Street then down Washington past Carney’s Corners, where we had walked with Tabby the other day. Steven went in and bought us a sub while Tabby and I hung around outside. Tabby looked with interest at the store today. I thought briefly of going over and putting her poo in their outside trash can but decided against it.

We walked on. We passed Lorraine Bills School, which has been closed for some years. There is a FOR SALE sign on it, saying it is a brick bonanza and has a large lot. I guess that means the building is no longer any good. I hate to see these old buildings go to waste.

I noticed a sign for a chicken pot pie dinner Wednesday the 21st at the church on the corner of Green and Washington. Tabby pulled me around the corner and down Green before I had a chance to look at which church it is, but corner of Green and Washington, you can’t miss it.

We luckily made it back across Main Street and made our way toward Meyer Park. Ah, here was a trash can where I could deposit the poo. It was starting to smell in the warm sun. I was feeling a little hot in my black t-shirt. It seems as if we skipped spring straight into summer, but I hate to complain about the warm temperature. The brim of my crazy old lady hat started blowing up, letting the bright sun into my eyes, which aggravated my headache (did I mention I’m not feeling 100% better yet?), so I crossed to the shady side of the street.

As my hat continued to blow up, I wondered if I looked like one of the Bowery Boys, either Sach or Mahoney. I don’t properly remember the Bowery Boys, only that we used to watch them on Saturdays when we were little. I seem to remember one of my sisters turning up the brim of her hat and saying she was either Sach or Mahoney. I guess I should get these childhood memories straight before I share them.

Well, I’ve rattled on a good long time about a short little walk. All this with a headache. Guess I didn’t need Blogger’s Sick Day after all.

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Miscellaneous Middle-aged Musings

Posted on March 13, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

One thing I’ve noticed about middle age is that losing the hour for daylight savings time kicks my butt. What’s up with that? I never used to notice. No fair! And it seems so disproportionate. I understand that my body thinks it’s 4 a.m. when the clock says five. What I don’t get is why my body can’t seem to acknowledge the two cups of coffee I’ve consumed.

I started thinking, somebody might advise me to give up coffee entirely and let my body’s natural mechanisms help me to wake up. No way! I love coffee! It is one of the few consistently wonderful things I encounter. If it doesn’t wake me up, at least it tastes good. If it doesn’t taste good, at least it wakes me up. It very rarely does neither (obviously this morning it tasted good) (just as an update, some time after I wrote this, I had some that woke me up. So there).

That got me thinking: what other things in my life consistently bring me happiness? That might be good for a blog post.

Laughter. It is true what they say: laughter is the best medicine. And it is NOT true something else they say: that the truth hurts. It doesn’t always. Today a lady called me a snot-nosed little brat. Quite true. My spring allergies have kicked in with a vengeance and, well, at least I cop to the brat part. I’m still laughing about it. When I laughed about it at work, it woke me up better than coffee usually does and it was more fun. Unfortunately, laughter is not as easy to come by.

My husband and my dog are great sources of happiness and contentment to me (you knew I was going to mention them, I hope). Of course, nothing you love intensely will be all comfort and serenity. For example, when my dog Tabby was ill last Friday, it was a source of stress and worry. You’ll have that.

Food. I love food. Sometimes when I’ve eaten a good meal I’m actually a little sad, because it’s going to be a few hours before I’m hungry and can eat again. I guess it’s a bittersweet feeling. When it’s been a lousy meal, it sucks. Again, you’ll have that.

I’m beginning to think (or muse, to stay on topic) that Middle-aged Musings is just another expression for Half-Baked Philosophy, which I have on Lame Post Friday. But what’s wrong with beginning and ending my week on a silly note? Happy Monday, everybody!

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Two Days Running

Posted on March 11, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I wondered if my readers could bear yet another post on running. Then I thought, nobody HAS to read it. But some people might LIKE to read it. Anyways, it keeps me going.

Friday at work I rashly said, “I’m going to run up the hill to H Triple-C on Sunday.” I figured saying it would make it happen, and it turns out I was right. I started out early, before the warmer weather that is expected later. The sidewalks were bare and the sun was shining. What wasn’t to like?

As I ran toward the road to Herkimer County Community College (HCCC), I wondered if I would regret my rash words. I pictured people at work asking me did I run up that hill. I would answer, “Not very fast.” Then I reflected on my own ego: I not only think people listen when I talk, I think they remember what I say. Well, just in case somebody did, I started up the hill.

“You have all day to get up that hill,” I told myself (I often talk to myself in the second person). “Just look at your feet and shuffle on up.” That is a trick I learned in the army: you don’t feel so overwhelmed if you don’t keep looking up, up, up. I peeked a few times anyways.

What a long hill. I saw a cigarette butt in the road and thought that my run would be much more difficult if I smoked. So I had that going for me. In the army I knew several excellent runners who smoked. I’d even heard of one fellow who stopped in the middle of a PT test to smoke a cigarette and still made his time. That kind of wise-assness is rampant among the lower enlisted. I suppose in the upper ranks, too, but I didn’t hang out with them much.

I started to have a little trouble breathing. I tried to take deep breaths and hoped I didn’t sound like I was doing Lamaze. Then again, I don’t think anybody was listening.

At last I made it to the top! If only somebody was around to sing the chorus of “We Are the Champions” while I walked around with my fists in the air! Well, I wasn’t ready to walk yet anyways. Still, I could run with my fists in the air. Nobody was looking, and if they were they would just think I was stretching to get rid of a stitch. They wouldn’t know I didn’t have a stitch. I put my fists in the air. Oh, that made it easier to breathe. I had forgotten that trick.

My legs were feeling pretty smug. “You were so worried,” they said. “We could do this all day!” A short while later they indicted that although they could keep going all day, they were by no means inclined to.

I ran down by the back way, a gentler slope. Ahhh, when gravity is my friend. I turned left where a sign said “No Left Turn,” just to be that way. I ran through a residential area where last summer I ran by people sitting on their front porches. Ah, porch sitting. That weather will get here!

I was as usual glad I had run. I even enjoyed the run itself. When those warmer temperatures arrive, I bet I can get my dog to go for a nice walk with me. That might be good for Monday’s post. Stay tuned.

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Shuffle in the Snow

Posted on March 10, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I had meant to go to a fish fry last night, so I would have something to blog about today other than this morning’s run. In fact, I had not meant to run this morning but thought to leave it for this afternoon. I don’t know why I ever “mean to” do anything. It almost never works out for me.

Our schnoodle, Tabby, was ill last night and we did not like to leave her alone. So no fish fry. This morning, we thought we might be calling the vet at 8 a.m. when the office opens, so I thought it might be a good idea to get out and run when I had the chance.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t a good chance. It had snowed and was still snowing. It was cold and windy. There is every chance the weather will improve to excellent running conditions this afternoon. Nonetheless, there I was, looking for my long-sleeved ARMY t-shirt and winter running socks.

I had walked around the block with Tabby earlier for her first business meeting of the day. I had observed that the sidewalks were snow covered but not necessarily icy. Well, I run at kind of a shuffling pace anyways. I’ll just shuffle a little more so, in case of ice. So far so good. Actually, I thought, this might work out. Look how little traffic is to be found at 6:30ish on a Saturday morning. I easily crossed German Street and headed for the hill out Main Street.

I intend to run up the hill to Herkimer County Community College on Sunday, so it behooved me to run a good hill today. The hill out Main Street is divided into kind of sort of thirds by the right hand turns available. I made it through the first two thirds. Excellent, I told myself. There was some definite ice on the roads, at a section where there is no sidewalk. Due to the lack of traffic I felt comfortable to move more toward the center of the road. Then I had to run back down.

In general, downhill is a beautiful thing when you’re running. All you have to do is lift your feet a little and let gravity do the rest. On an icy road, however, I don’t find it so much fun. I exercised caution. Then I got to a more main road which the sanders had been down. Ahh! Better! I still didn’t want to be too far onto the shoulder, so I kept an eye and ear open for traffic. One truck behind me. No worries. Back to the snow covered sidewalk when I had the chance.

That interlude had not taken up too much of my intended run time, so I got back to my own side of German and tried to decide which side streets to run down. I made one detour when I realized a truck up ahead of me was a paper deliverer. I figured with all his starts and stops we would pretty much keep pace at least for a little while, and I wasn’t feeling particularly sociable.

My sweatshirt started to feel a little warm. I thought of taking it off and tying it around my waist. This would have the advantage of covering my butt. Not that I’m too worried about people staring at my butt when I run, although it is a little unsightly. Eventually I moved the shirt. Now my butt was warm and my arms were cold. Never mind, I was more than half way through the run. I can’t be bothered getting dressed and undressed a dozen times.

I came to a street which some people I know live on. I don’t want them to think I’m stalking them, but I also thought it was unlikely that they would just happen to look out the window at the precise moment I was shuffling by. They might even still be in bed, like normal people on a Saturday morning (hey, with my hours, 5:30 is sleeping in for me).

Eventually I looked at my watch and realized I had eleven minutes left on my intended time and I was at approximately the same place I had been earlier in the week with nine minutes to go. The snow was slowing me down, so I thought I could head for home. At worst I could always go past my house and back track. I hit some definitely icy sidewalks as I went through the downtown area. Yikes! Then I went through where some snow had drifted (still not very deep; it hadn’t snowed that much) and “Over the River and Through the Woods” started playing in my head. That was actually pretty good. I ran in time to the music and thought about Grandma’s house.

I ran by my own house. I considered running for less time than I had intended. After all, I was being virtuous enough, getting out this early and running in the cold and the snow. Then I remembered that tomorrow is when I planned to bump up my time by the weekly ten percent recommended to me by the guys at the Sneaker Store. I kept running.

I made my intended time, and Tabby, who seemed to be feeling a little better, graciously walked my cool down with me. As we walked, I realized “Over the River” was still playing in my head and I was walking in time to the music. Dear me, do I walk at the same rate I run? I do shuffle, don’t I?

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Lame Old Song

Posted on March 10, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

So, it’s Lame Post Friday, the day for random observations and half-baked philosophy. I didn’t write anything at work for reasons… well, for reasons involving work and I don’t like to blog about work, so never mind (long story; not very interesting).

I had a random observation earlier this week: I looked out the window while on the cell phone with my husband and saw a girl dressed in black shirt and pants, and bright yellow sneakers. It looked cool, even from a distance. Now I want bright yellow sneakers. I have a pair of running shoes with bright yellow laces, but I think it is time to expand my horizons.

Another random observation that veers into half-baked philosophy: when somebody says, “I’m asking you nicely,” they’re usually not. I think what they mean is that they can get a WHOLE LOT MORE nasty than they’re being, if you don’t do what they’re asking you “nicely” to do. I’m just saying.

“I’m just saying” is one of my favorite expressions. It’s probably one of those phrases that show up on pundits’ lists of overused sayings, like “at the end of the day” or…. OK, I can’t think of another one. I’m sure I use a good many of them myself but only notice when others do it. I won’t apologize for that bit of hypocrisy, though, because I believe many are guilty of it (ooh, more half-baked philosophy!).

My only other observation is that my headline really has very little to do with today’s post. As usual, I was just looking for something I could stick the word “lame” into and make a kind of a play on words. I spend a great deal of time thinking of sayings and song lyrics using the word “same” and that’s what I came up with today. If you feel I should have some comeuppance for such, well, lameness, you’re in luck: I’ve given myself an earworm for the rest of the night. Happy Friday!

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