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Once Again, I Get By With A Little Help From My Fiends

I am feeling rather monstrous this Monday.  I am looking pretty monstrous as well, but I will spare my readers the sight of that.

Not me.

I am wondering if it is a sinus infection that plagues me lately.  However, other people’s health issues are rarely of interest to the general blog reading public.  Then again, I feel my readers must be people of uncommon taste and discernment, not at all general.  Then again, all my aches and pains are probably not of much interest to you either.  Let’s get back to the monsters.

I positively must go back on the South Beach Diet.

This is a decoration from Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY, one of my favorite seasonal places.  I hope to be making a trip there soon for blogging and Halloween shopping purposes.

He seems nice.

Searching my Media Library for other monsters, I came across this picture I downloaded in March 2017.  I didn’t worry too much about where I found pictures in those days.  Full disclosure:  I don’t get too exercised over it now, either.

Friendly? Or about to fight?

Continuing the non-movie monster theme (if this silly post can be said to have a theme), here are a couple of bugs we used in a murder mystery.  I like fake bugs much better than real ones.

“I still don’t know why they wanted me to be in this blog post.”

OK, one movie monster to end with:  my beloved Nosferatu from the eponymous 1922 silent. The caption is a reference to a light beer commercial from the 1070’s.  “Tastes great!” yell half the people at the bar.  “Less filling!” yell the other half.  Then some guy at the bar says, “I still don’t know why they wanted me in this commercial.”

 

It’s Late! It’s Lame! It’s a Blog!

Have I used that headline before?  I somehow think I have but as usual am too lazy to go back and check (as if saving this sentence and clicking “all posts”  and typing… oh wait a minute, it is a lot of trouble).  I thought of “It’s Late! It’s Lame! It’s a Blog Post!” as I was making my way downstairs this morning.  Then as I was switching out my Tablet (easier Facebook scrolling) for my Chromebook, I remembered Underdog:  “It’s a bird!”  “It’s a plane!”  “It’s a frog!”  “A frog?”  “Not bird nor plane nor even frog, it’s just little old me (CRASH!)… Underdog.”

A picture of Underdog would be really great right now, but I still haven’t figured out how to download pictures onto the Chromebook.

The headline is pretty much all I have going for me this morning.  Yesterday (the real Friday), I felt marginally better than Thursday and got myself through work.  I actually did improve during the day and took a nice longish walk after work.  Walking is often a good idea.

A place I often walk or run to or by.

Regarding the weekend ahead, I do not know what I will do.  I made a list of things to get done while I was at work (it was during a moment of down time) (in case one of my bosses reads this blog) (which is really unlikely, now that I think about it).  I think the list is still in my work pants pocket.  One thing I did not do was mow the lawn on Friday.  If my bunions were correct and it rains today, I will be unfortunate.

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”

I often put that caption on that photo, because my sister Diane told me it was funny.  I add it to end on a note of humor, and to depict my current level of difficulty in getting things done.  But I persevere.  I fear this is a rather dull blog post, even for a Late Lame Post Friday post.  Perhaps I could find one more silly picture.

It’s still summer till tomorrow!

How about Bonita in her summer outfit, with her friend Bonaparte?  My late, dearly missed husband Steve, dressed her.  He purposely left the tag showing on the headband, because he was going for a Minnie Pearl thing.  Younger readers may not appreciate the reference, but us older folks are pickin’ and grinnin’!

 

Up Early to be Late, uh, I Mean Lame

I really meant to make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday.  I even logged onto WordPress and hit Add New Post (Classic Editor, to be exact).  I couldn’t even type something in and backspace it out.  Now it is Saturday morning, early for some but a reasonable time for me (six-ish) (see, I don’t always have to be exact), and I am sipping my first cup of coffee with gratitude.

I wonder where that little vampire is.

That took me a bit to find in my Media Library, but it is the coffee mug I am currently using.  And the coffee is giving me a hot flash. Ugh.  Somebody told me the hot flashes would go away eventually, and then I would always be cold.  I won’t mind that; I love wearing big old sweatshirts and I haven’t been able to in years.  At least, I can put them on, but taking them off and putting them on again with my fluctuating body temperatures is annoying.  They get stuck on my earrings and mess up my hair, which is rarely any great shakes to begin with.

They love to climb!

This shot is actually from a February visit to the park with my great-niece and -nephew, Evie and Sheppy (perhaps you read my blog post about it).  I include it because I hope to be getting together with them and my sister Cheryl later today.  If I can get my shit done in time (preview of coming attractions) (getting together with Sheppy and Evie, not the shit I have to do).

Evie didn’t realize I am dizzy enough to begin with.

I include this picture just because I like it.

 

Killing Frangelica

Hello and welcome to a Post Rehearsal Post.  It was the first rehearsal for Curtains for Frangelica? the murder mystery we are presenting to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society on Oct. 12.  Yikes, that’s one month from today!  But I feel confident we will get it together and be wonderful. I have an excellent cast.  Unfortunately I forgot to take any pictures at rehearsal.  Perhaps I can combine a Post Rehearsal Post with a Throwback Thursday and share some pictures from other murder mysteries.  I have done a few, I think.

There’s Frangelica Inferno!

This is not exactly a picture from a murder mystery, but it is my friend Kim dressed as the character Frangelica Inferno.  I am killing off Frangelica in this latest murder mystery.  That will teach Kim to move away from me!

Ah, here’s another suspicious bunch!

Here is a picture from a past killing, A G.R.A.V.E. Murder. The two people in the middle, my friend Jerry and me, are in the current production.  The other three, my friends Chuck and Laura, and my late husband, Steve, were unavailable.

The original Frangelica mystery!

And here is the first mystery I wrote for the Herkimer County Historical Society, Who Shot J.S.? in which Frangelica Inferno was accused of killing local writer Jack Sherman, over a revival of Roxy, a script he had written.  It’s kind of complicated.

In any case, I am over 200 words, AND I made my Thursday post ON Thursday.  I guess this sort of thing is not such a triumph for real daily bloggers, but I must enjoy what small wins I can.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

One More Lame…

Here I sat thinking, oh, it will be all right if I make my Lame Post Friday post early Saturday morning; I have done it before.  Then I decided to make my post tonight.  Full disclosure:  I have had a couple of glasses of wine.  I like wine, especially on a Friday.  I like Friday.

Who me? Howl?

Here’s a funny thing:  in other posts I have looked for a particular picture in my Media Library in vain, sometimes spending a foolish amount of time looking.  Today, this illustration was in the very first place I looked, if you can believe such a thing (and why would I lie?) (when I do lie, I call it fiction).

I am not up to any Mohawk Valley adventures tonight.  I did think about going out to dinner, but once the bra was off, I was not inclined to put it back on (kindly do not say TMI, as if most of us women do not wear bras!).  So I have remained comfortably ensconced in my living room, looking at the computer then looking at Columbo and crocheting.  Yes, Columbo is usually for Sundays, but I was in the middle of an episode, so I finished that one, then there were two more on that DVD… you know how it is, and if you do not, well, just take my word for it.

My wife says…

I thought I would put a different caption from “One more thing…”  I think it would be a good idea if I started watching different DVDs so I could talk about other things than Columbo in my blog posts.  I know, more Mohawk Valley adventures would be a good idea too.  However, I can make no promises for tomorrow.  Perhaps I could reach back and make one of those posts I should have made a couple weeks ago.  But here I am blogging about what I could be blogging about.  Is that like a snake eating its own tail?  Discuss amongst yourselves.

 

Did I Say Daily Blogger? Oops

So… another gap in what I wanted to be a daily blog.  Never mind why; explanations are tiresome.  Since it is Wednesday morning (is it Wednesday?  I somehow thought it was still Monday), I will try for a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post.

Pretty!

I took a couple of pictures in my back yard a while ago, after I had spent some time cleaning out fallen branches from the last storm.  My Rose of Sharon as a whole is not looking as lovely as some I have seen in my walks and runs, but I was happy to see some blossoms.  I need to get more aggressive in cleaning out the wild grape vines which are taking over the place.  I am a little afraid my back yard will turn into some cheesy sci-fi/horror flick:  The Vines That Ate Mohawk Valley Girl.  I was thinking maybe The Grapes of Wrath,  but it doesn’t pay to get to literary.

I tried to get just the blooms.

Another area I have to clean out is where my Black-Eyed Susans reside.  I don’t mind them taking over an area, which they also tend to do, but there are a number of other things growing there which were not invited.

She was so cool!

Changing the subject, here is a lovely lady who was pouring canned cocktails at a recent tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer, NY (just to throw in a brief shout-out to a local business).  I did not make it to any tastings last week (they had three!).  I must see what they are pouring this weekend.

I see I am over 250 words.  I call that respectable.  If only I could get back to doing it every day!

 

Where Did I Put My Brain?

Here I am back again at Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  One would think I could make a good post at this point, but I must ask, which one is that?  I mean, which one would think that, not which good post can I make, I feel obligated to elucidate.  My Mohawk Valley Adventures are in the increasingly distant past, and I feel not capable of writing about them.

My brain? Not likely.

As I like to do when I am feeling particularly brain dead, I share The Brain from Planet Arous.  It is quite the cheesy movie.  I have a cheesy movie playing now, but I am not paying the last bit of attention to it.  It is The Beast of Yucca Flats, starring Tor Johnson, if you wanted to know.  I may have an illustration of the movie in my Media Library, but I am not at all sure of that and dread more searching.

Ooh, here’s a creepy one!

I looked through a couple of months to see if I could find a picture of a movie I have seen recently or am inclined to see now and came across this shot from Mr. Brooks.  My late, dearly missed husband, Steve, and I went to the theatre in Georgia (where we lived at the time) to see Mr. Brooks when it was first released.  We appreciated it but thought it was not one we would care to pop in on a regular basis.  Fast forward to the early 2010s (I think) when a cousin of mine was selling some of his DVDs.  Steven bought a few, including Mr. Brooks.  I found it was, in fact, one I could enjoy multiple viewings of.  I especially felt this after my husband’s passing.  Make what table-top psychology of that you like.

In the meantime, I have gotten over 300 words. As regular readers know, I find that respectable, especially for a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  I shall sign off now and look for the DVD of Mr.Brooks, since The Beast of Yucca Flats ended as I typed.  I hope you are all having a pleasant end to your weekend.

 

Tired Is As Tired Does

One way I can tell I am getting older is that physical ailments, my own and others’ but of course mostly my own, become of increasing importance.  As I puttered around, getting ready to make my Tired Tuesday post (early Wednesday morning, judge me if you are so inclined), I was narrating in my head about the headaches I have had during the night lately that sometimes go away in the morning but not today…

How dull! Quick, throw in a picture to pep things up!

Now I am just a witch.

I kept scrolling down my Media Library till I got to a different mug from the last one I shared.  I hope.  Once again, this is not the mug I am currently using.  I am currently using my mug from Dikin Durt Distillery of Herkimer, NY, just to give a shout-out to a local business.  Note to self: see if I have a shot of this mug in the Media Library and if I do not, put one in.  For years now I have been thinking of making an index of my Media Library.  I could save it on a document that I could just pop up whenever I want to use a particular photo.  How do the other bloggers do it?

Well, that was annoying.  There I was, typing away on my Chromebook, and I accidentally hit something that signed me out of the whole thing!  Not just out of WordPress, but out of Chromebook, and I cannot remember my password.  What a dope I am.

However,  I see I am over 250 words (oh, I am on my Tablet, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus, by the way).  Regular readers know I find that respectable (my predictive text thingy suggested “rude and selfish”!  When did I ever type that?).

And now I am over 300 words.  Woohoo!  Once again, thank you for tuning in.

 

A Whiningly Late Tired Tuesday Post

I am taking Tuesday as a Blogger’s Sick Day.  I got home from work last night, managed to do a couple chores, then succumbed to a bad head.  I don’t know what else to call it.  It is more light-headedness than pain, and a neurologist once told me it was a form of migraine.  Oh dear, and here I am whining about it.  Anyways, I felt unable to do anything much so went to bed early.  This morning (Wednesday, early), I am feeling equally as bad with an upset stomach for good measure.  I am sipping tea instead of my usual coffee.  It is quite tasty and may settle my stomach (to add an un-whiny comment).

Pretend there is tea in the mug.

I like to add an illustration when possible.  I am not drinking out of that mug currently, but it is the first one I came to in my Media Library.  In fact, it is kind of what my stomach feels like now.  Maybe not that bad, luckily.  I certainly must go to work today and Friday.  If I do not, my employer will not pay me for July 4th. It is a good policy, really, or a lot of people who had not foresightedly asked for those days off might be tempted to call in.

And here’s an interesting grammar point.  My Chromebook does not like the word “foresightedly.”  I do not see why I cannot make an adverb by adding “-ly” to any handy adjective.  Some writers eschew adverbs and rail dementedly at their use in any and all situations (you see what I did there?).  I personally need all the help I can get and will avail myself  of any words I like, even if I have to make them up.

Look, at that, a whole paragraph about my psycho grammar, not whining about my stomach or head.  On that note, I thank you for tuning in, and sign off with hopes for a more productive Wednesday.

 

Lame Plans, Late Post

Just to round out the week of late posts. here is my Lame Post Friday blog post, being typed in early (by most standards) Saturday morning.  I kind of feel the week is Monday through Friday, and the weekend is a separate entity.  Monday through Friday workers often feel that way.  I do not care for other work schedules, but to each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow.

Random picture, to distract from a boring opening paragraph.

My daisies are well over, and i must cut down the drooping stems and dead blossoms.  However, it is pouring rain right now.  No walk, run, or gardening for me for yet a while.  I know, it is quite eligible to pull up weeds in the rain, I understand they come up easily and sometimes the roots along with them.  I couldn’t worry too much if the roots came up with the daisies, since they are taking over my front lawn.  However, right now I am on my first cup of coffee and still in my nightclothes.  How ambitious must I be prior to 6 a.m.?  Sheesh!

My real plans for later in the day,.

I searched for this picture, because I thought it would be a funny one.   As a matter of fact, it is symbolic of my plans, because I plan to clean then relax.  Right now as I look at the end of my couch, I see, a few afghans, one incompleted, a pillow, a purse, the TV Journal, and a book I was reading yesterday. My legs are a little to the right of where you see them in the picture (isn’t that how you spell incompleted? My Chromebook is underlining it) (or are you supposed to say incomplete?  or not completed?  You would think I would know better grammar by now).

I actually feel a little uncomfortable that I have mentioned my plans.  My problem with making plans is that whenever I make a plan, the plan goes to hell. I can accomplish small plans, like “make a phone call after work” (did that yesterday), but so many plans get lost in a morass of  “oh, first I have to do this” and “oh, wait, I can’t do that” and “well, that did not work!”  Still, one does what one can.

Now I have rattled on for, ooh, almost 400 words.  Score!  Time to finish my coffee and get on with my Saturday.  I hope I can make my Saturday blog post on time.