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This Blog Post Is a Problem

There I was, all excited and pleased with myself that I made my Friday blog post on Friday,  then I let all of Saturday slip by with not a word written.  In my defense… Never mind my defense; it is often tiresome to listen to  other people’s problems.  Not always, of course.  I am often honored when somebody trusts me enough to share.  Additionally, I like to hear stories about people.  However, since I tend to do more than my fair share of whining, griping, and complaining, today I shall attempt to refrain.

In fact, already I’ve said too much.

A cheery frog will make the post brighter.

I add a picture to pep up the post.  This sweet plate is at Farmhouse Reataurant in Ilion, NY.  I thought of getting breakfast there yesterday but for one reason or another did not.  I am tempted to go there today.  It is my usual Sunday thing after all.

Hmm… I seem to be having difficulty thinking of anything to say.  Perhaps I need more coffee.  Never mind.  I do not always need to get to 200 words to call it a blog post.  That is just my arbitrary rule for myself.  I will call this a Blogger’s Sick Day and ask my readers’ (if any) indulgence.

(It is over 200 words! Yay!)

 

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Burning Questions on Monstrous Monday

Am I no longer a daily blogger or am I just going through a bad patch? If I return to posting daily will I truly be a daily blogger, considering the number of missed posts? Will I ever return to making a blog post daily? These are the burning questions that plague me on this Monstrous Monday.

I’m not loving the rest of the days either right now.

There is no point in iterating the various points of stress currently monsterizing my life (I’ll be damned: iterating and monsterizing are both words, according to autocorrect. I thought iterating was like a lost positive: you know, you can reiterate something, but nobody ever iterates anything. Monsterizing, I thought I just made up) (but I digress).

Nosferatu stands up to his problems.

I throw in Nosferatu just because he is my favorite. You may have guessed by now (if anybody is still reading) that I got nuthin’. In my defense, I finished and emailed my article to Mohawk Valley Living magazine. In my detriment, I don’t know if it was a very good article. Perhaps I am not the best judge of these things.

Totally me.

I close with a kind of a self portrait. OK, it’s not really me, but it is how I often feel lately. I believe I am not alone.

What I am is over 200 words. I call that a blog post. Can I do it again tomorrow? Can I make a better post? More burning questions to ponder.

More Bad Blogging

OK, I am having a bad blogging week, not to mention my work and personal life. Of course I will not talk about my work life, because this is not a work blog. I categorize it as a personal blog, but what I really meant was my personal experiences of businesses, attractions and events in the Mohawk Valley. Not a litany of my trials and tribulations, which I daresay are not as bad as what many people suffer.

Yesterday, I actually got through a paragraph of a post about a Mohawk Valley Adventure (it was the fun time I had at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort listening to Matt Grainger) (to give another preview of coming attractions). And my brain just wouldn’t let me do it.

I know, I KNOW the advice is Write It Anyways. Sometimes that is the way to go. Sometimes you write a few words, you write a few more, and before you know it, you are off and going. Yay! Only sometimes that doesn’t work. Sometimes you drag the words out one and two at a time, you know they are no good, and you are hating every second.

Judge me if you are so inclined, but I can only take so much of the latter situation before I give up. I might have tried again later, but it was late already, I had gone running earlier, and I fell asleep. Other writers neither let these petty excuses stop them nor offer such excuses as a blog post the next day. They are much better writers than I am.

I was about to end this post there, but I prefer to end on a more positive note, or with a monster picture. I see I am over 250 words. That is more than respectable and proves to me that I Can So Write. Next I will work on improving my content. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

He never wrote much either, so I’ve heard.

And here is a monster, justfor good measure.

I Would Kill for a Blog Post

As I sit here looking at Cops Reloaded, I am more than ever committed to a life of law and order. When they arrest you, they handcuff your hands behind your back. I couldn’t reach my handkerchief! With my sinuses, I would be dripping snot in no time. Yuck!

Some of you may have read that first sentence with some degree of scepticism. With all the people I have killed or had killed theatrically (I have only rarely done the dirty deed myself), one may be forgiven for questioning my commitment to law and order.

In fact, at work I have something of a reputation as a murderess. Ask one innocent question a out strychnine in the lunch room, and they think you want to poison everybody! Sheesh!

All this nonsense is by way of trying to get myself writing something, anything again. Regular readers may have noticed that I missed posting both Saturday and Sunday. Before that, I had indulged in a spate of late, foolish posts. What the hell, me?

In my defense… never mind my defense. Everybody has problems. Some people manage to write in spite of them. I must strive to do the same. That is what today’s foolish post is: me striving to Write Anyways. In doing so, I have discovered that I can write, even when that voice in my head says I can’t. I wonder if I can write something other than the preceding nonsense. Maybe another murder mystery. Hmm…

I Have Problems

Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday, and sometimes I wuss out to the extent of making my Wednesday post early Thursday morning.

I’m just going to come out and say it: I am falling down on the job in many areas of my life. My husband went back into the hospital two weeks ago and he is once again in a nursing home for physical rehab.

On the brighter side, I can go into the nursing home to visit him now. On the dimmer side, my husband is in a nursing home.

I do not want to go on about my problems. Everybody has problems, and at my age, I ought to be more adept at dealing with them than I apparently am.

Be that as it may (that is one of my favorite expressions), sometimes the blog goes by the wayside. As always, I shall strive for a better blog post next time. Thank you for tuning in.

Lame Today, Post Tomorrow?

I just got back from another wonderful evening at Fratello’s Pizzeria in Frankfort and was writing a blog post about it when I realized, I can’t do justice to this now! I guess that is why today is Lame Post Friday. Judge me if you are so inclined.

Last night and earlier today I was going through something of a crisis. I just felt unable to do anything and unable to decide the right thing to do if I could do anything. It was most uncomfortable. I had to take myself in hand.

“I’m paralyzed! ” said the voice in my head.

“Obviously you are not,” I answered. “Look, you are driving to work. You are stepping on the gas. You are doing something.”

Things improved as the day progressed. Not a whole lot, but sometimes you have to take what you can get. I mean, celebrate the small wins, right?

Things got a whole lot better when I met some family members at Fratello’s. Tomorrow I hope to write a blog post about it. In the meantime, this will have to do.

And Why Wasn’t There a Thunderstorm?

I can’t make up my mind whether to have a Blogger’s Sick Day, a Blogger’s Sad Day, a Bloggers Stress Day, or a simple Non-Sequitur Thursday. I lean toward the latter. For one reason, I do not intend to talk about why I am sick, sad and stressed. Not trying to be mysterious; just don’t want to be tiresome. I do enough whining as it is.

Of course, this is a personal blog. I might be expected to talk about my personal problems. And sometimes I do. But not today.

Looks like aLooLoLooks oks k fun bunch.

OK, this is weird. I can’t seem to put a caption on this picture. It is strange, too, that it was in my Media Library and I do not remember using it in a blog post. Perhaps I should go back and check.

Nope, not in any post. It is me, two of my sisters and my mom at my sister’s house in Liverpool. A fun visit.

I really just threw in the photo to make the post more non-sequitur-ish. I think another pic would help.

What hump, indeed?

And once again I cannot add a caption. What the hell, WordPress? Oh, I suppose it is operator error as usual. No matter. I am over 200 words. The blog must go on!

Once Again, Monsters to the Rescue!

I want to make a blog post. However, I do not want to make yet another post about how I just can’t seem to make a post. I also do not want to spend any time whining about my personal problems. I know! Mid-week Monsters! That will solve everything!

It’s easy to lose your head over these things.

Here are a couple of creepy guys from Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY. How many months till they open back up?

“May I have this dance?”

I’m not sure where I got this photo, but it appears to be a video case of one of our favorite movies, House on Haunted Hill. Old movie, old medium, I believe I am veering into Way-back Wednesday territory. Who says I can’t multi-task? Oh yeah, I usually say it.

Isn’t he cute?

Now I veer into cuteness, with this adorable little vampire. What a sweet smile! The awesome pot was sent to me by my friend, Marsha. She knows I love all things Halloween. The orange cloth is an old t-shirt which has a logo on it for a business I no longer care to promote.

Ooh, I am approaching 200 words. One more blog post in the books! By the way, in a very few days it will be ten years I have been writing this blog. Do you suppose I should celebrate? Discuss amongst yourselves.

It’s Not Right to Not Write

Yes, this is another late post. I just did not want to make the attempt last night. I am going through a bad writing period. Not to make too many complaints, but I have a few personal problems as well. There may be no solution to the personal problems; after all, no matter what I do, I will always be the same person.

However, the solution to writing problems, according to almost anyone you ask, is Write Just Write.

I have always maintained that it is not that simple. I still maintain that, but now I want to shout at myself: Of course it’s not that simple! Nothing is simple! It never will be! Just do it!

So here I am, babbling on. I made this concession to my laziness: I am lounged on the couch, pecking at the Tablet with the stylus instead of sitting upright at the laptop,industriouslly industriously (how do like this: I made the typo of putting two “l”s in “industrustiously” and now my autocorrect thinks that is how you spell it!).

And I have not much to say. However, I am approaching 200 words, and I need to get back to dealing with my day. I will attempt to Write Just Write a better blog post later,