Category Archives: Lame Post Friday

Once Again, About to Break a Lame

The Mummers, minus me.

Hello and welcome to Lame Post Friday.   I have to get ready soon for our Mummers performance at the Great American Irish Festival in Frankfort NY.  I am, as usual before a performance, eager and nervous.  It is a combination not good for my stomach, but I just love it.  Drama is my life!

In the meantime,  blog posts must be made, at least my blog posts by me.  Other bloggers of course must follow their own rules.  Lucky for me it is, as I mentioned earlier,  Lame Post Friday.

I think blog posts are better with monsters.

I thought I would throw in a monster or two.  This fight is symbolic of the fight in my stomach between nerves and anticipation.  You can decide which is which.

 

Me and some theatrical friends.

I thought I would also include a picture of me being theatrical.  This is from a murder mystery we did a few years ago.  Of course a murder mystery is a different kind of performance from a Mummer’s play.  I like all kinds of theatrical endeavors.

And another monstrous picture to round things out.

I thought I would end with Peter Lorre and Vincent Price reminding me not to lose my head.  Good advice.  Now I’m off to get my costume together.  Then I’ll break a leg!

 

Pre Parade Post

So I decided to do the Doodah.  Somebody pointed out to me the 5Ks are plentiful, but Doodah Parades are few and far between.

I am sitting on my couch, thankful for fans, trying not to sweat too much.  I have a rather foolish costume on, one I made up at the last minute.  My main criteria was that it be light colored and light weight.  It is a stinking hot humid day.  Seriously,  the meteorologist and anchor on this morning’s news agreed the word for today’s weather is “gross.”

No matter, I will enjoy the parade, and I hope the parade viewers will enjoy me.  I intend to ride on the float, in shade if possible, and give the beauty queen wave to all.

I suppose you are all wondering what my costume looks like.   Well, I am terrible at doing selfies.  Maybe I can get somebody at the parade to get a shot that I can include in a post parade post.  Oh well, maybe I could try.  Let me get my tiara back on.

My arms aren’t long enough to get the whole outfit.

You can’t see all the fringe.  If anybody asks what I’m supposed to be, I’m going to say I’m a member of the Lunatic Fringe.  Oh, I also still have on my reading glasses, not my fabulous pair.

Anyways, I see I am over 200 words.  And it is Lame Post Friday.   On to the Doodah!

 

Cheesy Post about the Cheese Play

I love all things cheesy.   Cheesy movies, cheesy pick-up lines (oh, they don’t work on me, but they crack me up), and, yes, cheese.  All right, I don’t really love cheesy pick up lines, I just couldn’t think of another cheesy thing and I wanted to list three.  What do you want from me on Lame Post Friday?

My main purpose today is to plug LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company’s performance of Where’s the Cheese Monger?  It is an old timely radio play written by Little Falls resident Angela Harris.  Two performances are offered, 11 a.m. and 1:30 p.m., in the Little Falls Community Center, 534 E. Main St.  Admission is free with seating on a first come, first served basis.

The play is part of the Little Falls Cheese Festival,  which runs from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Main Street.  Area cheese producers and others will offer samples and sales.  Musicians will also perform.  I have attended in past years, and it is quite fun.

Not the current cast.

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up.   This is the cast from last year’s cheese play, Where’s the Cheesecake?  I played a small but pivotal role.  This year I am directing.

Both of these ladies reprise their iconic roles.

Our talented playwright and previous director.

I add a couple more pictures from last year, just for good measure.  I’ll try to take some pictures tomorrow.  In the meantime,  Happy Friday!

 

I’ll Never Go from Lame to Riches

As I headed towards the library, I congratulated myself on having the oomph to get here and make a blog post, so my tally (by my admittedly questionable calculations) stands at three posts behind, not four (no promises about tomorrow).  Then I stopped congratulating myself and remembered I probably would not be able to think of anything worthwhile to publish.  I came to my own rescue by further remembering that it is Lame Post Friday.  All I have to do is hit Publish, maybe first making with a couple random observations and some half-baked philosophy.

One note, and this veers into the half-baked philosophy category:  while I was congratulating myself, I did NOT attempt to pat myself on the back.  That’s a good way to dislocate your arm.  I’ll be honest, I was not really congratulatory; I was feeling mildly pleased with myself.  Since I have been spending a good portion of my time lately feeling stupid and/or useless, mildly pleased is nice.  I rather enjoyed it while it lasted.

I intend to put my feet up later, deserved or not.

I thought I would throw in a picture to pep things up.  I was looking for these sandals to wear to the library, and I could not find them.  Under the heading Reasons Not To Feel Pleased With Myself.  I fortunately had another pair of sandals to wear, since earlier I was wearing a new pair of shoes that made angry red marks on my heels.  And that is my sandal story for the day.

“And what about YOU?” in an accusatory tone of voice.

Here is a random picture from my Media Library.  I find it amusing.  It is my friends Margaret, Kim and me rehearsing for a murder mystery.  I would like to do another murder mystery soon.  We shall see.

Ain’t they pretty?

I wanted to include three pictures, so I close with this shot of our Black-Eyed Susans from last year.  This year we have a lot of greenery but no blooms so far.  With my garden as with my blog, I always hope for improvement.

 

Late Run, Lame Post

I confess, the days are running into each other such that I have to make an effort to remember where I am in the week.  Nevertheless, I know today is Friday and I shall take the liberty of making a Friday Lame Post (I just love that expression “take the liberty of”).

It was pouring rain this morning, so I thought I was off the hook for running.  However, it stopped eventually, and I felt guilty for not running,  so off I went.  It hadn’t gotten sunny and hot yet.  This would be great.

Unfortunately, when I thought I would not run, I ate something. Then  I did not wait long enough before running. Oh dear!  I felt dreadfully sick to my stomach. I made it a short run, but I sure didn’t feel good about it.

Two highlights on my run.  Early on, a group of men was walking toward me.  They went single file so we could share the sidewalk.

“Training for the Boilermaker?” one asked.

“Not this year,” I confessed.  Another man told me I was doing great, and we went our separate ways.

Toward the end of my run, I went by a neighbor who was having a garage sale and called a greeting.

“I shouldn’t buy any of your stuff, ” I said as I passed, “I have too much stuff already — ooh, movies!”

However, I did not return and buy anything.  No promises for tomorrow,  though.

So for a Friday Lame Post,  I guess this is a kind of a Running Commentary.  Some days I can’t get anything right!

 

Lame It All!

Now look what I’ve done!

I deserved that.  First let me explain that something I like to do at work is to just walk up to somebody and say, “Now look what you’ve done!”  I rarely catch anybody doing anything,  but some people say things like, “Yes, I have done it, ” or even, ” Yeah I dooded it!”

So what have I done?  Well, it seems I have backed my way into a Friday Lame Post.   The evening progresses and I want to put in a cheesy horror movie before my husband Steven comes back in the room and suggests some feel-good movie.  I don’t have anything against feel-good movies, I even like some of them.  Only they don’t usually make me feel particularly good.  Blame it on my perverse nature.  I laugh when it rains and I’m glum during a feel-good flick.

Wow, that was a long paragraph for me.  Now I can’t think of what to put next.  Isn’t that just typical!

I had thought I would at least manage a Scattered Friday post,  although that would have laced alliteration.   I spent a good part of the day running around doing stuff (and an embarrassing portion of the day wondering what to do).  Now the thought of listing all that activity feels more tiring than actually doing it was.

Now I have spent over 200 words dithering over the fact that I have not posted and do not feel capable of making a post.  I am beginning to giggle at myself.  Happy Lame Friday, folks!

 

My Brain Escapes Me

“A blog post, you say? What a haunting idea.”

First I sat here trying to start a blog post suitable for Lame Post Friday.   It should not have been too onerous a task.  However,  my brain escapes me.  Ooh, that would make a good title.  It doesn’t incorporate the word “lame,” but you can’t have everything (cue remarks on how my brain implies lame as in “lame brain”).  Then I sought an illustration to spark some words.  I see it worked.

Or am I just stalling making my blog post?

I was looking for another monster picture (although I guess Vincent Price is not exactly a monster, but I’m sure you see what I mean) when this picture caught my eye.  My sister Cheryl gave it to me, saying it sounds like the sort of thing I would say.  Here’s a funny thing: on my Facebook On This Day recently,  I saw a friend had shared that saying to my timeline for the same reason.

Scream! Scream for your life!

Here we go: Vincent Price AND a monster,  specifically The Tingler.  I loves me some William Castle.

Full disclosure: I am not doing much howling myself.

Since I couldn’t think of anything else to say just then, I sought another picture.   Now I am over 200 words.  Happy Lame Friday.