Tag Archives: lame post

My Bad

I guess not posting on Saturday is a thing now. Of course I had better intentions, I always do! In fact, I typed in the following early yesterday evening:

I thought I could make a Scattered Saturday post before leaving for dinner with friends.  I had meant to make a Saturday Running Commentary post, having had a pretty good run this morning.  My in-head narration was pretty good, if I recall.

I’m sitting on my couch, typing one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet, wearing a black sheath dress with pantyhose, with a fan on me, because of course I am having a hot flash. I hope that gives you the picture, because I am not taking a selfie.

Just as an aside, I am not one to have a Little Black Dress I wear for any and all occasions.  I prefer color. However, my wardrobe is in bad shape these days.  I picked up this dress at a rummage sale, untried-on, because it was fill three bags for a dollar day. What could I lose?

I am pairing my black dress with a many-colored blazer.  For accessories I have gold beads, a gold topaz bracelet, and three different elegant earrings.

And that was when Steven said we had better get going, so I saved it and got going.  What a lovely time we had!  I should write a blog post about it.  But first, I shall publish this draft, as my Sorry About Saturday post.  Hey, that sounds like a new category for Mohawk Valley Girl!

 

Is a Lame Post a True Crime?

Hello and welcome to Lame Post Friday.  As I logged into WordPress, the words, “Stay tuned for Lame Post Friday” were in my head.  I was actually thinking of waiting till tomorrow and making two posts, as I have done a regrettable number of times. But, no, I am awake and post I must (as I proofread this, I felt an impulse to put, “I am awake and a post I must make,” but I never like doing Yoda talk just to make a rhyme.  Did I do right?  Discuss amongst yourselves) .  Unfortunately,  once again, I got nuthin’.

My sinus infection seems to have morphed into a bad, bad cold.  Why does a cold sometimes feel like the most debilitating illness possible?  I’m guessing that it usually does not, but some of us are bigger babies than others (yes, I mean ME).

So I spent most of the day lounging around or trying to nap, and feeling grateful that I was not at work, where lounging and napping are frowned upon,  to say the least.  Later on I felt well enough to go to a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor and to dinner at Salvatore’s in Herkimer.

Now I am at home and half watching a Dateline: Secrets Uncovered which I believe I have seen before.  I know I have seen a Snapped and read a book about the case involved.  I do love true crime.

So here is my extremely lame blog post.  As always, I will try to do better tomorrow.

 

Can 10-Fingered Typing Help Me Now?

I am having a bad blogging weekend.  I fell asleep yesterday (Saturday) without making a post.  Then I got up extra early today, thinking, “OK, two posts in a day; I’ve done that before.”  But I didn’t do it.  Call it no discipline, call it a bad headache (which I had, but it’s gone now, thank heaven!), call be a big fat loser, or just shake your head (or your finger, or your booty).  Where was I?  Ah yes, self-flagellation.  Bad, bad blogger me!

Why does that feel as whiny as my complaints about not feeling able to write?  Oh dear, I was wrong to try to attempt this.  Apparently nothing useful will come out of my brain today.

I had some things to write about, and even some pictures in mind to share.  But all I wanted to do today was lounge around and read a Victoria Holt novel.  I made a pot of chicken soup, after dragging myself to the grocery store for ingredients and other necessities (twice, in fact, because I forgot my purse the first time).  And I knitted while we watched a couple of movies we had DVR’d.

Mostly I spent the day feeling down, down, down.  These things happen, of course.  One cannot spend all one’s time being up, up, up.  Even up, down, up can get a little tiring.  Sometimes the you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more.  In the meantime, I wanted to make at least one blog post over Saturday and Sunday.  Accordingly, I picked up my Tablet and stylus and…

Typing one letter at a time, even utilizing the sometimes accurate and often amusing predictive text, was just not cutting it for me.  So I switched over to the laptop.  Where things did not seem to go much better.  I just re-read what I have typed so far, and I am not proud of myself.  However, it is over 300 words.  I comfort myself with the thought that no life is wasted: you can always stand as a bad example.  I am sure that must also be true of blog posts.

 

Wining on Friday

 

Ah, wine.

My friend Bruce is always commenting on Facebook that it is wine time.  At this point in my Friday, I am inclined to agree.  I unexpectedly spent an extra two hours at work.  While I am very grateful for the overtime, I am TIRED!  Oh, don’t tell me to not complain, complaining is a time honored tradition for many of us, and a usually reliable method for letting off steam.

Where was I? Ah yes, Lame Post Friday.  I know, yesterday’s post was not exactly able bodied (isn’t that the opposite of lame?).  When have I ever hesitated to make multiple foolish posts in a row?

Another example of wine time.

Looking through my Media Library for more illustrations to pep up the post,  I came across this one of my husband, Steven, enjoying a glass at the Waterfront Grille in Herkimer, NY.  What, did you think I was drinking alone?  Full disclosure: I have enjoyed a solitary beverage on occasion.  Today, I join my husband in a glass (he got in first, then I saw if there was room for me).

I’m only a little hidden by Tracy’s glass.

I had to search for a picture of myself with wine.  That is because I am usually the one taking the pictures. This is our friend Tracy and me on  different visit to the Waterfront Grille.

Well, that’s three pictures and over 200 words.  I call that OK on a Lame Post Friday.  Happy Weekend,  everyone!

 

Chillaxing with Joan and Others

I understand the frustration,

I was scrolling through my Media Library,  looking for a picture I was sure I had from The Invisible Man starring Claude Rains. Then I found this lovely shot of Joan Crawford in Straitjacket, which we watched earlier.  I said this morning that Steve and I were going to spend the day “chillaxing,” a word I had never actually used in a conversation before.  Then I noted that chillaxing would be best enjoyed with an actual ax.

What a waste to not let the great Rains use his face!

Here’s my boy Claude, with the lovely Gloria Stuart.  The movie also features another favorite of ours, Una O’Connor.

“Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed!”

I couldn’t find Una, but here’s another picture of Joan in Straitjacket.  You may have guessed by now this is going to be a particularly foolish Monstrous Monday post.  I only feel happy to be posting on Monday and not early Tuesday morning.

We had a fun weekend, and I took today off for rest and recovery.  I don’t know how wisely I used my time, but we have enjoyed watching a few Halloween movies.

Now there’s a good use for an ax!

Now that my murder mystery is over, I hope to get back to more and better writing.  Starting with tomorrow’s blog post.

 

I’m a Monstrous Blogger

OK, so I made Tuesday’s post Wednesday morning then did not make Wednesday’s post either Wednesday evening nor yet Thursday morning.  Does that make this Wednesday’s post or Thursday’s post?  Oh the trials and tribulations of the would-be daily blogger!

I was slow to recover from what was really a minor ailment.  I still don’t feel 100%, but what, I ask, are you going to do?  Or should that be “are ya gonna do?”  No matter,  on with the blog post.

And now here I sit, staring at the blank screen and half listening to Snapped: Killer Couples.  I don’t enjoy this as much as the original Snapped, but sometimes I have to make do with whatever murder and mayhem is available at the time.

Similarly,  sometimes I have to make do with whatever blog post I can produce at the time.  At least I can pep things up with a couple of pictures.  We can call it a Mid-Week Monsters post.

Which is the monster?

Here is Dr. Praetorious in The Bride of Frankenstein.  I apologize for not looking up the actor’s name or even how to spell Praetorious.  Did I mention I am still not feeling well?

Who could be uncheered by Una O’Connor?

I did not have to look up Una O’Connor’s name.  Regarding the caption, “who could be uncheered by” is a quote from Winnie the Pooh.  Either Pooh or Piglet said it regarding a balloon, but I change out the object to fit the situation.  Alert readers may remember me using the expression before.

In his defense, he wasn’t wrong.

I thought I might as well make it three pictures from the same movie.  Maybe if I go to bed early tonight I will feel good enough for a better blog post tomorrow.  But no promises.  After all, it will be Lame Post Friday.

 

Rattling Out Another Late Post

I had meant to make a Sunday Cinema post, till I fell asleep during the second feature.  I am going through this phase where I would rather sleep than do almost anything else.  Incidentally, I am on our laptop. typing with all ten fingers (Full disclosure: I  tend not to use the left thumb, but nine-fingered typing sounds like I lost a finger).  Ah, Steven just brought me coffee. That will help.

We are both up earlier than our usual stupid hour of arising, me to make my blog post, Steven I think because I got up.  He is nice that way.  Anyways, this is just going to be one of my Rattle On For 200 Or So Words posts.  That is not one of my official categories, but I suppose it ought to be, since it  is what so many of my blog posts turn out to be (oh, it is MUCH more fun to type with all ten fingers than one letter at a time with the stylus) (although, come to think of it,  it is still one letter at a time.  They just follow one after the other a lot faster).

Where was I?  Apologizing, perhaps, for yet another late post.  I guess I’m not the daily blogger I thought I was.  It is kind of a depressing thought, since I did not consider myself such hot stuff as a blogger anyways.  Oh, I know people enjoy me; I was not putting myself down.  Only, I set the bar for myself kind of low. Post every day, that is my ambition.  Well, I will try to meet that standard at least, going forward from now.  In the meantime, I’m going to drink my coffee and try to do a couple of other things I didn’t get to this weekend.

 

Am I Lame? Or Just a Lush?

Ah yes, Lame Post Friday (why did my predictive text thingy not offer me “Post Friday” when I typed in “Lame”?  I’m just asking). I have had a long-ish week.  Not as bad as some, not as onerous as others, and I am SO ready for a three day weekend!  OF COURSE  I am grateful for said weekend.  I KNOW some people do not get one.  For heaven’s sake, I used to be one of those people,  get off my back about the gratitude already!  Sheesh!

Where was I?  Ah yes sitting on my deck, trying to make some semblance of a blog post before the wine really kicks in and I fall asleep.   Don’t judge me.

We started our evening at a wine tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer, NY.  So fun!  I would in fact like to write a whole blog post about it so will say no more now.  After sipping some wine we  went to the End Zone Pub and Grub on North Main Street, where we had some more wine and a little food.

There is not much else to tell about my Friday.  Only that my predictive text thingy does not seem to be offering such responsive suggestions as it has in the past.  I really must get back to ten-fingered typing.  In the meantime, this will have to do for this week’s Lame Friday Post.   I hope you are all having a delightful start to your weekend.

 

Somewhat Lame Run

I had thought to make a Running Commentary post in lieu of my usual Lame Post Friday post.  I tried all day to psych myself up for a run.  As I worked, I pictured myself jogging down the sidewalk.  Of course when you run in your headp it always feels good, not thunky or breathless.  Then as it got closer to quitting time, lounging with a nice beverage on the deck seemed a better way to go.

Steven was even relaxing on the deck when I got home.  How churlish it would be of me not to join him!  Well, I was churlish enough to get myself into running gear and get going. A short run, I told myself, secretly hoping to end up doing a medium or even a long run once I got going.

It a actually did not feel too bad. I did not run Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday,  although I did mow the lawn on Tuesday (I seem to remember mentioning that in a blog post).  I went for a short run yesterday (which I also mentioned in my blog post). Running the second day usually does feel better, which was one reason I was able to talk myself into it.

It was a short run,  although slightly longer than yesterday’s.  I fully intend to run tomorrow,  which I expect will feel good, since I will run in the morning, not in the afternoon heat after working for eight hours.

I guess I didn’t say too much about the run itself, other than that I did it.  I am going to say that that’s OK for a Lame Post Friday.  I hope to see you all on Saturday.  Scattered?  Slacker?  Otherwise?  A little uncertainty adds interest to my blog.

 

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!