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Was This a Successful Blog Post?

I will begin this edition of Monday Middle-aged Musings by admitting that I am NOT what some people would call a successful woman.  Ooh, I just realized I could write an entire blog post about what constitutes success.  I’ll save that idea for another time.  However, today I received from my sister Diane a card reading, “11 Habits of Successful Women,” and I would like to talk about that.

Somebody sent Diane the card.  She wrote me that she does not have nor does she aspire to have all the qualities listed, so she thought she would pass the card along to me.  She invited me to pass it on to someone else.  I am still debating who I should send it to.  While I ponder that, I thought it would make a dandy blog post to note which of the habits I practice or would like to.

  1. She makes time for herself.  Hmmm…. I don’t know that I do that.  I certainly TAKE time for myself once in a while, most notably by sitting on the couch crocheting and watching a true crime show.  What I ought to do is make more time for cleaning my house, but I see that is not on the list at all.  That makes this a pretty good list in my estimation.
  2. She challenges herself with ambitious goals.  I ran the Boilermaker 15K, and I am writing a novel.  I’m going to count this habit as a “yes” for me.
  3. She educates herself and constantly improves.  Well, I read books, including a lot of history.  I would like to learn more, like a second language or sign language or how to play harmonica.  Let’s count this a a partial “yes.”
  4. She takes responsibility for every area of her life.  OK, does it count as not taking responsibility when you sit on the couch and say, “Honey, would you get me more wine?”  Because if so, then, no, I do not take responsibility for every area of my life.
  5. She smiles… a lot.  Oh, I do.  I smile at everybody all day at work, sometimes making a very silly grin.  It either makes them smile back, or it makes them wonder what I am up to.  And I smile at strangers in the supermarket, especially when I apologize for blocking the aisle with my cart when I am pondering grocery choices.
  6. She is financially savvy.  Not in the slightest degree.
  7. She has a life outside her job.  Obviously I do.  Otherwise, what would I blog about?
  8. She always keeps her promises.  I like to think I do, although it cannot be denied that shit happens.
  9. She is positive and enthusiastic.  Sometimes.  I think it would be annoying to be that way all time time, but I guess I couldn’t really say, because I have never encountered anybody who is.
  10. She celebrates wins, both big and small.  Oh, I do this.  Sometimes I celebrate when there isn’t anything to celebrate.  I like to celebrate.
  11. She helps others through selfless acts of kindness.  I don’t know about that, but I do donate the occasional afghan to a worthy cause.

So, I count four qualified “yeses,” five partial “yeses,” one “I guess not,” and one unqualified “no.”  How do you score?  Feel free to lie.  We’ll call it fiction.

 

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Snapped then Swoon?

I pause in my Sunday activities to make a Wrist to Forehead post.  I am not currently posing with my wrist on my forehead (about to swoon on a chaise lounge, of course), because it is so far a pretty good day.  But I’m thinking this will not be a very good post, so perhaps I will swoon after I hit publish.  No matter.  These things happen, and we must make the best of them.

The 1920’s, Julie Andrews, what’s not to like?

My husband Steven and I watched this movie last night and earlier this afternoon. I purchased it at a garage sale over the summer.  Last night after watching Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, Steven suggested we put in something silly we would not mind turning off.   In fact, we got into it and did mind turning it off.  Luckily, there was an intermission, because Steven had to be up early to get to work this morning.  When one reaches a good leaving off place, one likes to take advantage of it.

I made spaghetti sauce and meatballs earlier, the way my mother and grandmother used to make, although I forgot to add the tomato paste so it was not thick.  Nobody is perfect, after all.  Now Steven (dear, sweet man) is dong the dishes, and I am looking at Snapped, my usual Sunday guilty pleasure. And I thought, Ooh, it would be a good idea to make my blog post.

Naturally they are only showing episodes I have already seen, but you’ll have that. Especially as often as I watch Snapped.

When Steven is finished doing the dishes, I would like to watch a monster movie.  I am rather obsessed with monster movies.  I wonder which one we will choose.  Not knowing, I will close with a random monster movie picture from my Media Library.

I imagine he hates to be interrupted when he is eating.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

 

New Shoes and New Shirt

Ah January, time for the yearly trip to and blog post about Melfe’s Shoes in Ilion, NY.  Every January they offer a free t-shirt with purchase, so every January I get new shoes, which, by the way, my employer pays for.  It is a perk for which my feet and I are grateful.

I like to go first thing Saturday morning, when there is less likely to be a crowd, although I know the staff is good at handling a lot of customers in a short time.  I realize this is not the best time to shop for shoes. After work when my feet are nice and swollen might be better.  However, I had on work socks and figured I could make allowances for morning feet.

When I walked in and announced I was there for my annual work boots, Vicki, who has waited on me before, said, “You get the newbie, David.”

We walked over to the women’s section, and I started trying on shoes.  As I put on shoes and walked around, Vicki asked me how I was and how things have been.  I told her I wanted to get my husband back in for another pair of shoes.  Last year, we purchased him a nice pair, which he really needs, since he works on his feet all day.  I don’t see why I should be the only one in the family that gets new shoes every year.

I quickly made my decision, and got two pair.  I do like to switch off shoes, giving each pair a chance to air out for a day.  I picked a blue t-shirt.  They were also offering hats, but I knew I would get more wear out of a t-shirt.  I was delighted with my visit, and I am happy to give Melfe’s another shout-out.

Melfe’s Shoes is located at 64 Central Ave., Ilion, 315-894-4049.  Their website is http://www.melfes.com/.

 

Pretty Random, Even for Lame Post Friday

I have to get my blog post done in a hurry, because I want to watch Dateline at seven.  It is about a guy who says he is too fat to have committed a murder.  Now if somebody would have said that ABOUT him, he would have been highly offended and probably would have committed a murder just to prove them wrong.

Actually, my throat is a little sore for any real howling.

I was going to put my picture of Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff with Bela saying, “Thank God it’s Friday,” and Boris saying, “You idiot, it’s Tuesday.”  I was going to say, “Ha, ha, it IS Friday.”  Then I remembered the Wolf Man and said, “Hey!”

Did I mention it is Lame Post Friday?  Perhaps you already knew.

I am just going to mention, in the interests of making a random observation, that I have reached the stage of menopause where I am constantly either having a hot flash or feel freezing cold.  Sometimes there is a very brief moment, usually just before or just after a hot flash, when I feel comfortable.  I know, nobody wants to hear my petty complaints about my bodily ills.  Hey, at least I didn’t bitch about the migraine I had earlier.  Oops.

Well, this is a rather useless post.  But perhaps my readers will forgive me if I put in a couple more interesting pictures.

I wouldn’t trust her.

Yesterday I talked a little about the murder mystery I am putting together for the Herkimer County Historical Society. Here is a picture from the one we did last October,  A G.R.A.V.E. Murder.  The hottie in the black dress was a suspect.

Looks like a fun bunch to party with, although one of them is a murderer.

To continue with the murder mystery theme of the day, here is part of the cast of Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, the murder mystery presented by LiFT Theatre Company.  We had been asked to add a little color to a fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.

Ooh, look at me, I am over 350 words.  That is pretty good for a Lame Friday Post.  Have a lovely beginning of your weekend, everybody.

 

We Have a Title!

One writing chore which has been on the back burner but is quickly moving to the front is the murder mystery I am putting together for the Herkimer County Historical Society.  Performance date is March 31, so I have time. Not oceans of time, but at least a mud puddle’s worth.

Of course I have been quite occupied with my 100 Days of Novel and getting my article(s) together for Mohawk Valley Living magazine, but I have been bearing my mystery in mind.  I have all the character sheets written and a good start on the clue sheet.  Additionally, I have been thinking about it a lot. I know, I know, thinking about writing is not writing.  Still, thinking is at some point a good idea, if not actually required (for example, I do not vouch for the amount of thinking that goes into my average blog post, but I’m sure you knew that).

I got a nudge from the Historical Society the other day when they Facebook messaged me asking for the title and a few details.  Well, details I have many, but a title, not so much.  I asked my husband Steven’s help.  He is sometimes very clever at thinking of blog post titles.  He came up with “Murder on Exhibit,” because the plot concerns an upcoming exhibit at the Historical Society.  The only thing I could think of was “Slaying at Suiter House”  or  “Slain at Suiter House.”  Suiter Memorial Building houses the society’s museum and collections.

While at work today I thought of a few other possibilities:  “Herkimer County Murder,” “Murdering Local History,” and “Museum of Murder,” to name a few.  AND I came up with the one we eventually picked:  “Secrets at Suiter House.”  “Murder on Exhibit” was the first runner-up.

I will share more details of the murder mystery in future posts (preview of coming attractions).  In the meantime, can you keep a secret?  So can I.

 

Apparently I Can Still Write a Little

You know how I say writing begets writing?  That the more you write, the more you will write.  Well, that is true, I suppose, but, you know what, after you write and you write and you write, sometimes you get tired.  That is where I am at.

Oh, I wrote today.  First I started a letter to my friend, Marsha, whose birthday is coming up. I intended to go to Huckleberry Letterpress in Little Falls to get her a card, which I still have reasonable hopes of sending out in time to arrive not too awfully late.  I also wrote a bit on my novel.  That makes 19 days in a row of working at least a little bit every day on it.

After work, I drove straight to Little Falls and had a lovely visit at Huckleberry Letterpress.  The couple that own it are so nice!  I got a nice card for Marsha and enough material to write my (late) article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  After leaving Huckleberry, I walked up Main Street and found The Sandwich Chef.  I thought a cup of tea would taste awfully good, and I was write.

While I sipped my tea, I worked a little more on my letter to Marsha, telling her a little about Huckleberry and the Sandwich Chef.  I took a few notes about the Chef as well.  I told the lady I would probably write a blog post about it (um, hopefully a better post than this one).

I got home, grabbed my laptop and went to work.  I wrote an article about Huckleberry Letterpress.  I wrote a shorter one about The Sandwich Chef.  Steven read both and said they sounded OK.  I emailed them out.  Phew!

Then I thought, “I can’t write any more!  I can’t do a blog post!  IT!  WON’T! WORK!”

But I see now that it did.  Happy Wednesday, everybody.

 

Bette and Joan on Tired Tuesday

I’ve got the I CAN’T POST THAT disease,  also known as the Type It In Backspace It Out disease.

They look how I feel.

When in doubt, post a picture.  I confess to not being a great fan of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? although I adore both Bette Davis and Joan Crawford, as well as old horror movies.  You may ask me, what’s that all about? But I will not have a good answer.  After all, one can’t like everything.

“I can just about spit in your eye!”

I may not have that quote right, but here is Davis in a movie I thoroughly enjoy, Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, which ironically enough (given my enjoyment of one and dislike of the other) was originally titled Whatever Happened to Cousin Charlotte?  I read all about it in a wonderful book called The Divine Feud by Shaun Considine.  Ooh, now I should find a picture of Crawford in a movie I like, preferably horror.  How about Straitjacket?

The caption is not a line from the movie. Also, Miss Crawford did not appreciate being referred to as a “broad.”

I may flatter myself, but I think this is turning out to be a not bad silly post. I haven’t even mentioned my headache (that was one of the lines I typed in and backspaced out, as mentioned earlier) (oops.  Well, go ahead and judge me for whining).  I’ll keep it short and end with another favorite picture.

She really lost her head over that movie.

Happy Tuesday, everybody.