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Yes, It Was Monday

Every Monday is another chance to have a fabulous, productive week. And every Monday evening I feel Just Too Tired To Do Anything. I don’t even know if I can manage a Monstrous Monday Post.

An embarrassingly common emotion.

Oh crap now I am having trouble with this WordPress editor. I couldn’t get the cursor to the left to start a new paragraph; it wanted to stay center. Now I am two to three lines below the picture and afraid to try to erase the space. And why does autocorrect only want to correct some of my typos? These are the questions that haunt me on Monstrous Monday.

Now the bastard won’t let me add another picture! What the hell?

Maybe it would help if I screamed.

Regarding the caption above, in The Tingler (yes, autocorrect, Tingler, not Tingles. Sheesh!), directed by William Castle and starring Vincent Price, only screaming could save you from the terrifying Tingler. I am not sure screaming out my frustration would have a similar effect, although I know some find such behavior helpful.

It was, my friend, it was.

I close with a ghoul I downloaded some years ago but rarely share. I confess my day was not as bad as some. However, I found it tiring. But at least I managed a 200 (or so) word blog post. Happy Monday, everyone.

Not Tired of Vampires

Well, this is not working out. I feel marginally less crappy than I did yesterday but yet not up to making a good blog post. Perhaps I could manage a late Monstrous Monday Post. Or would it be an early Mid-Week Monsters Post? Discuss amongst yourselves.

Creep and sinister.

I downloaded this picture some time ago. Is it from Curse of the Vampire or Mark of the Vampire? Something about a vampire. I cannot easily look it up, because the only one in it I know (not personally, of course) is Bela Lugosi. I can’t very well look up, “You know, that movie with Bela Lugosi and that girl vampire?”

Bela alone.

I went to my Media Library to find another vampire. You wouldn’t think it would take me so long to find one. Now I am feeling really tired, which is actually OK. I might be early or late for monsters, but I am right on time for Tired Tuesday.

I had to use it.

I just looked through my entire Media Library, did not find this one, so downloaded it from my Facebook cover photos. Totally worth it. Happy Tuesday, everyone.

Everything’s Coming Up Rose

I am tired. I have been tired all week. But I must not complain about these things. I want to make a silly blog post.

I didn’t see him at Happy Hour.

I am relieved it is Friday. Weeks are funny to me. For four days, I feel Friday will never get here. Then I think, “Wow, that week went fast!” What the hell, me?

Red or white? It’s Friday night!

I just looked through my Media Library till I found a picture with wine. In fact, I am drinking neither red nor white but rose. Unfortunately, unlike other glasses of wine, it is not making me feel fresh as a nosegay.

I hope to revive myself with a good night’s sleep. I have a lot to get done on Saturday. Perhaps I will write a blog post about it. But no promises.

After a heinous week.

I’m afraid this is a dull post, but I leave you with a good thought, courtesy Bill and Ted. Here is how tired I am. I first wrote “Ted and Bill.” Then I thought, “That’s not right.” But I felt sure those were their names. I had to do a Facebook search for “excellent adventure.”

At least I have gotten to 200 words. I hope you are having a lovely Friday.

At least I Put a Title on This One

I just realized I never put a title on yesterday’s post. What was that all about? I was trying to think of one then took a break to add categories and tags, and apparently I just forgot. What a silly head.

Regarding my vow to write better blog posts, I am not doing so well. I started to write something while at work but left the notebook it was in at work.

I put my cell phone in my pocket while I walked home, thinking I could get some snowy pictures for a Pedestrian Post. Unfortunately, it was a little too snowy. We had some semblance of a blizzard (nothing too bad for Central New York). The wind blew sharp, cold flakes into my face and eyes (note to self: wear a scarf) (even if it didn’t help so much when I was running). Additionally, I was afraid all that snow would get my phone wet.

So I guess this is another dull little post about the difficulties of daily blogging. But I am determined to do better. I have had these stretches before: one foolish post after another. Then I do better. I can and shall do better.

In the meantime, I am going to call this a Tired Tuesday Post and drive on. I hope my local readers (and anyone else who needs to) is staying warm.

Now I’m Monstrously Tired

I realized last night after I hit Publish that I had referred to the last two posts as Tired Tuesday Posts. I admit I had two tired posts, but I have had, in fact, only one Tuesday this week. I damn well did have a Monday (yes, autocorrect, I meant “damn well,” not “can well”) (Sheesh!). And it was not a Monstrous Monday Post. Therefore, I will feel free to have a Mid-Week Monsters Post. I could use a little monster.

“Who are you calling a monster?”

I open with my beloved Nosteratu. I may watch that movie one day soon. It has been too snowy and icy for me to run lately. I like to watch a silent movie while I run in place on the mini-tramp.

I could use one of these!

Here’s a good picture for today! The whole week, in fact. It is The Brain from Planet Arous. Regular readers may remember that this is the picture I like to share when I feel I have no brain of my own.

Isn’t he sweet?

I close with a nice dose of cuteness. My husband Steve gave me the adorable skeleton and rubber duckies separately. The mug was a present supplied by Herkimer County Historical Society. They had made one to join the WKTV Mug Club to advertise our murder mystery, Fabulous and Fatal. Steven asked them to make another one for me.

I guess this post has been a little random, as my posts tend to get sometimes. But I feel pleased with myself as long as I am writing something. Thank you for tuning in.

Short Straitjacket Post

This will be a Tired Tuesday Post. For one reason, I am so tired I almost forgot to make a blog post. What’s that all about, me?

Me, trying to sleep. The heads represent my petty problems.

When in doubt, throw in a picture. This is Joan Crawford in Straitjacket, a William Castle classic involving Crawford chopping off a couple of heads. I think many of us have considered taking an axe to our enemies, figuratively speaking, of course. Then perhaps we realize that violence is not the answer, and severed heads make rather a mess. Or so I have heard.

Teeheehee.

Here is the end shot from Straitjacket. It has always amused me.

A much better use for an axe.

I guess this is a Straitjacket post. And a short post. But why not end on Joan Crawford with a cake? Maybe tomorrow I will try again for the post I just couldn’t finish on Monday. As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

A Short Sad Post

I am taking a Blogger’s Sad Day. There are many factors contributing to my sadness, but mostly I am sad on other people’s behalfs (behaves? No, that’s not right. Just behalf? Oh dear).

I guess that parenthetical comment was the comic relief. I really do not care to list my reasons for sadness, my own or others’.

As I sit here typing (one letter at a time with the stylus), a voice in my head scolds me that one must write in spite of one’s mood. Oh well, here I am writing about my disinclination to write (I almost put “inability,” but, well…). That counts.

The best I was going to do anyways was Tired Tuesday Post. I tried to write something while on breaks at work, but nothing was forthcoming. Then I went shopping after work at a place NOT worth blogging about. I have not been doing anything blogworthy lately. I must work on that.

In the meantime, tonight I am giving myself a break. A short, nothing post, and now I will enjoy an episode or two of Forensic Files. I don’t know about you, but for me, a little murder and mayhem often helps.

I Want My Mummy!

Hello, and welcome to another edition of Monstrous Monday. I’m wondering if it would overfill my Media Library to prowl the internet for some new beasts or creepy crawlies. Let’s find out.

Carl Laemmle knew from monsters.

One of my Facebook monster groups has Mummy Mondays. We see a lot of Boris Karloff, although there have been other mummies, most notably Christopher Lee.

Is that any way to treat your mummy?

I always wonder if you couldn’t just grab an end of the bandage and unwrap him. It would be worth a try, anyways.

Well, that’s that. I just tried to save another photo to this device, and my device told me I had insufficient memory. I’m sure there is a better way to do this, but I do not know it.

Oh dear, I am so dreadfully tired and not the least bit adept at this WordPress editor. There are now two big spaces waiting for me to insert an image. Will they leave big blank spaces when I hit Publish? I think I will hit Publish and see. I am beginning to feel a bit monstrous myself. Happy Monday, everyone.

Yes, He Brought Me Coffee

Hello, and welcome to another late post, made around five in the morning, ten finger typing on the lap top. I have not even had coffee yet but expect my husband Steven to bring me a cup when he gets himself one right along here.

Last night I began to made a Tired Tuesday Post and just did not want to do it. For one reason, all I wanted to do was whine about how stressed and depressed I felt. For heavens’ sake, many, many people are stressed and depressed. I do not have any more reason to feel so than anybody else, considerably less than some. And from me, it is getting dull.

One thing I did to help myself last night was to go for a run. It was not a bad run. It was certainly not a long run. It felt as if I was running fast, for me. Unfortunately I had my Garmin on and was discouraged to find that fast for me is just under a 13-minute mile. Well, what am I so discouraged about? I am not racing against anybody.

On the brighter side, quite literally, a few people still have their Christmas lights on. Tradition has it we should leave our decorations up till January 6, you know, Twelve Days of Christmas. I have long wanted to throw a Twelfth Night Party. For one reason, it would postpone my Post-Christmas Letdown. For another reason, I like to give a party.

I see I have rambled on for more than 250 words. By my rules for me, that is more than respectable for a Late Tired Tuesday Post. I wonder if I should also categorize this as a Non-Sequitur Post. Or add a category of Just Babble On Till 200 Words Category. Any thoughts?

Will Santa Come Down That Chimney?

Who could blame me for having a Tired Tuesday Post on Tuesday of Christmas week when I am trying to learn a new job? Oh, you probably could (you know who you are).

It is increasingly difficult for me to write. I have barely written in the TV Journal.TV Journal. Writing is not the only thing that is difficult for me. Clean my house? Not likely. Shop for Christmas presents? Nope.

And just listen to me whine about it! What a pathetic display. Maybe I could lighten things up with a picture.

A jolly scene.

Here is a picture of my fireplace taken earlier this month. Regular readers may recognize it as a different angle from a picture I took for last night’s blog. You may notice the absence of fake poo.

What a difference a year makes.

This is my mantle I 2019. Steven did the decorating. I believe he has a knack for it.

Just look at all that stuff!

This is December 2017. If I was trying to cheer myself up with these blasts from Christmas past, the effort has failed. All I can feel is disappointed in myself for having such meager decorations this year. But let us not travel further down THAT road.

I occurs to me as I look at these pictures that Santa would have a hard time coming down this chimney, if he were inclined to do so. Lucky for him I was bad all year.