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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.

 

Tree and Typo on Tired Tuesday

It is that moment in the evening when I am wishing I made my blog post earlier.  However, that ship sailed, and I do not want to be another post behind. Well, what’s wrong with another Tired Tuesday post,  anyways?  For one thing, I can potentially include a few monster pictures, since I refrained from doing so on Monday.

The tree in the background has been called Frankentree.

This is not exactly a monster,  but it might be a little scary.  It is the remains of some branches I cut off a tree in my backyard.  And if you want to hear something REALLY scary, there is the typo I made when I posted the picture on Facebook.  Earlier I had posted, “I fought the lawn and the lawn won.”  With the above picture, I typed, “Maybe the lawn won,  but I sure taught that tree a thong or two.”

I caused considerable amusement for some and an unfortunate mental image for others.  You can’t please everybody.

Under the heading Waste Not Want Not.

This is the first picture I took of the cans.  I include it here, because, in the true spirit of Tired Tuesday,  I ain’t got much.

Full disclosure:  My heroic tree branch efforts are not the reason for today’s tiredness.  Still, it gave me something to type.  I think I’ll close with a monster picture and call it a post.

You just knew it was going to be Nosferatu, didn’t you?

 

 

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!

 

Then Again, At Least I Posted Something

So there I was (actually,  here I am,  since I haven’t moved, but “there I was” sounded better in my head), making my blog post about a tasting I attended at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer.  I took a few pictures as well as copious notes. And I just don’t feel up to making a good blog post about it now.

I guess this makes this a Slacker Saturday post.  I tried not to slack too much today.  I worked on the lawn for what seemed like a long time.  I tried to make further progress in the house.  I mostly felt like hanging out,  knitting,  and watching television.   Or movies.   I can be flexible to that extent.

My question now is, have I worked hard enough all week to deserve a Slacker Saturday?   Probably not.  Then again,  who am I to decide what I do or do not deserve? I would not make such a judgement on somebody else.   Why should I treat myself with less consideration than I would treat some purely hypothetical stranger?

Now we are getting into half-baked philosophy more suitable for Lame Post Friday.  Then again, I did not successfully pose any such philosophical questions yesterday.  Why should I not philosophize (half-bakedly or otherwise) on any day of the week?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

In the meantime,  Happy Saturday,  and I hope to post about that tasting soon.

 

The Joy of Ten Finger Typing

Typing with ten fingers is the BOMB!  Or is the proper expression “da BOMB”?  Well, it is the only bomb I have going for myself so far, because typing before coffee is not so great, and typing in fear my laptop is going to click off is pretty sad.  Why, oh why, did I not purchase a battery when the fellow at that store which I will NOT plug wrote down what I needed?  But there is no point in lamenting the past.  On with the present late post!

Is this a late Wuss-out Wednesday or an early Non-Sequitur Thursday?  It is only the latter if I fail to make a post later in the day.  No promises, as I often say.  Yesterday was not a horrible day, but I ended it with a backache and a headache and a disinclination to do anything at all.  Actually, I had a pleasant evening watching a couple of crime shows we had DVR’d with my husband Steven.  I also crocheted an afghan.  The shows were Dateline and 48 Hours, if anybody was wondering.  Tonight is 20/20 night on OWN, so I have plans for later.

In the meantime, what to talk about now?  As I took my shower earlier, I was feeling down yet thinking I ought not to make another blog post about it.  For one reason, my mother reads this blog, and I don’t want her to worry.  More importantly, it’s getting old.  I can say that now, because the joy of ten-finger typing has me up again!

And over 250 words.  Score!  And thank you, laptop, for cooperating!  Happy Wednesday/Thursday, everyone!

 

Tired, Lazy, and Still One Post Behind

Oh dear.  I do not want to be two posts behind again (when, oh when will I make up that post? ), but, once AGAIN,  I got nuthin’.  At least I can liven up my Tired Tuesday post with a few pictures,  since I did not have Monstrous Monday.

Skinny guys don’t scare me that much.

I’m on my Tablet, so I can’t get any new pictures (surely regular readers are used to my technical ineptitude) (and my habit of calling them Shirley).  I tried to at least find some I have not used recently or very often.  The above may not have been the best choice, I mean as far as being different.  Since House on Haunted Hill is one of my all-time favorites,  it seems I would have used this picture a lot.  But, you guessed it, I’m too lazy to go back and check.

“Well, you see, boss, it was like this…”

Here’s one I know I haven’t overused:  George Zucco and an unknown friend.  At least I hope it’s George Zucco.  You know how you say a name and suddenly it doesn’t sound right?   It’s not just that I’m too lazy; it’s not as easy to open a new tab and check these things on the Tablet.   Oh, OK, I’m too lazy.

I’d like an outfit like that.

I know I haven’t overused this one.  I don’t even remember what movie it is from, although I ought to.  Maybe one of my readers knows and will tell me in a comment.  Was that a broad hint that I like it when people comment?  Could be.

 

There Is No Balcony Scene In Hamlet

No, I did not write a blog post while on breaks at work today.  Judge me if you are so inclined.  I am sitting on my couch,  looking at 20/20 on OWN in a rather desultory fashion,  and waiting for my toenails to dry.

He looks awfully cheerful for hosting all that murder and mayhem.

I thought I would throw in a picture of John Quinones, just to dress thing up a little.

I paused just then to put another coat of nail polish on my toes.  I am LOUSY at painting my own toenails.   Some things are just better left to the professionals.  Oh, I know YOU probably paint your own toenails beautifully,  or else you have “better things to think about” than pedicures.  We’ll, bully for you!  I say it with all appropriate sarcasm.

Well, that sounded bitter and snarky, didn’t it?  “Better things to think about ” is one of my triggers,

This is a good book. I may read it again soon.

I wanted to throw in another picture so picked one that concerned murder.  Did I mention that this is a Non-Sequitur Thursday post?  I thought the title would clue in regular readers.

I hope this post isn’t too mundane.