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My Favorite Lame Post Friday

Lame Post Friday is getting lamer and lamer, I fear.  Perhaps I am coming to the end of my usefulness as a blogger.  SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!!!

I have been having a fun evening.  My husband, Steven, and I went with our friend Kim to a beer tasting at Route 51 Beer Belly Bob’s Discount Beverage Center in Ilion. We purchased some beer, of course.  I do not drink as much beer as I used to, but sometimes a beer really hits the spot.

Kim had commitments elsewhere, so Steven and I continued to dinner alone at Salvatore’s in Herkimer.  We had soup and garlic knots.  Yum! Then Steven had a cup of coffee and I inadvisedly had a piece of chocolate spoon cake for dessert.  Oh, was it ever good!  However, it was also very rich and filling.  If I dare to step on the scale tomorrow morning I will no doubt find I have jumped up three or four pounds.

Now we are home, and Steven put in our DVD of Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol, one of his (and my) favorites.

Oh, sure, just give away the ending!

Christmas time is all about revisiting old favorites, isn’t it?  When we got to Salvatore’s, we had to sit in the parking lot to hear the ending of “Do They Know It’s Christmas” by Band Aid.  I love that song and had not heard it yet this year.  Inside the restaurant, we enjoyed more favorites:   “Jingle Bell Rock,” “Sleigh Ride,” and Brenda Lee’s “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,”  as well as another favorite I had not heard yet this year:  Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmas Time.”

Well, talking about that has put me in a sweet, cuddly Christmas mood. I’m going to knit and watch the rest of this Christmas special.  Full disclosure:  next I may watch Dateline.  After all, I still gotta be me. Happy Friday, everyone.

 

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This Post Doesn’t Pop

We had a gift exchange at my place of employment today.  Eleven of us participated, and I got the best present.  For me, anyways.

I LOVE popcorn!

My co-worker Joe is also a farmer.  I’ve purchased peas in the pod from him (the only way I like peas is raw straight from the pod).  I had forgotten he also grew popcorn.

Oh dear, this is a very boring post.  I had meant to tell the whole story about the gift exchange.  We all drew a number.  When it was your number, you picked a present and opened it.  Or you could steal a present somebody else had already opened.  There was a $5 limit on gifts.  There were several scratch-off lottery tickets.  When it was my turn, I picked the biggest present.  It was heavy!

“It’s probably a brick and a scratch-off,” I said.  It was a shoe box stuffed with newspaper and… the popcorn!  I said, “Please, nobody steal it, I really want this!”  One fellow pretended he was about to, but he nicely took something else instead.  I kept saying I was very excited to get popcorn, which of course I was.  Joe told me the popcorn is organic and that it pops big and white.  I’ll have to make another blog post with pictures when I pop some, probably this weekend.

Later I asked where people could get the popcorn, so I could tell my blog readers.  He said they could call the number on the label, or it was available at, “This store in Frankfort, it’s called…”  he searched his mind for the name.

“The Locavore?”  I guessed.  “I love the Locavore!”

So I get to plug The Locavore, too.  As you may guess, they sell local products.  The store is located at 159 E. Main St. in Frankfort.  They are open 7 a.m. to 5 p.m. Monday through Friday, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturday.

Yes, re-reading this I see it is kind of a boring post.  I’m still excited about the popcorn, though.

 

An Unhealthy Use of Notebooks?

So I’ve been writing since I got home from work.  Actually, first I stomped around the house looking for the notebook I thought my article was in.  When I finally found it, I could not find the article.  You see, when I write in a notebook, I don’t always start on the first page and continue through in an orderly fashion.  I use different sections for different projects.  Then I run out of sections and put different projects in the same sections as the first projects.  Additionally, sometimes I use a notebook for a while, then put it down for a while, then go back to it.  Being of a reduce/reuse/recycle mind, I sometimes go through and write on the backs of pages, which gets thing all mixed up.

As I say, it is not easy being me, but it can be entertaining.

I ended up going through three notebooks, two of which I had to search for, one page at a time and did not find the article I had started writing.  At last, I remembered a fourth notebook.   I knew right where that one was.  It may amuse you to hear that I had left that notebook opened to the unfinished article.  What is it with me?

So I think one article is done, but my second article needs work.  In the meantime, after all the stomping, searching, and flipping, THEN trying to write, I am, once again TIRED!  I think I need to start living a healthier lifestyle.  Less fattening food, more exercise.  Vegetables.  Maybe some meditation.  What other healthy things are we supposed to do?  Oh yes, less screen time.  And here I am on my computer!  Luckily, I am over 250 words.  I call that respectable for a blog post.  Or should I call it healthy?

 

Joan Crawford Can’t Help Me Now

This is going to be Yet Another Post About Not Being Able to Make a Decent Blog Post.  It is not going to be about Why I Can’t Write a Post, though.  If I told you why, I might as well write the post I started to write but stopped writing, because, well, never mind.

I’m a stinky blogger.

I thought I would throw in a picture to distract from the lack of substance in this post.  Oh, I am tired.  That makes this a Tired Tuesday post, of course.  The post I started to write was a Tired Tuesday post, too.  I guess I am never too tired to complain about how tired I am.  Then again, most of us can find just enough oomph to complain under almost any circumstances (don’t deny it, it is an almost universal human trait).  There’s a topic for a future blog post:  how much people like to complain; possible subtopic: people who complain about other people complaining.

Who says you can’t get a head?

I decided to break out of that word bog with another picture.  Since I am so tired, I looked for one of somebody in bed.  I found Joan Crawford, trying unsuccessfully to get a good night’s sleep in Strait-Jacket (1964). Most of us feel a whole lot more sane on after a full night’s sleep.  Maybe not completely sane, but more sane.  I allude to nobody in particular, you understand.

I guess she feels strongly about it.

And this is what happens to some of us when we don’t get a good night’s sleep.  Or when we find our husband getting a good night’s sleep with somebody else. Here, of course, I refer to Joan Crawford’s character in the movie.  I’ve never taken an ax to anybody, nor, indeed, had reason to.

This is a singularly foolish post, and I am no slouch at making foolish posts.  I shall stop before I get any sillier.

 

What Weight Loss Goals?

I think it is time I admit to myself that I do not have weight loss goals, I have weight-loss daydreams.  Today at work, someone was selling candy bars for a kid’s sports team.  Obviously it is a good thing to support youth sports, and I am not one to just make a donation when a $2 donation will get me a candy bar.  Of course I took the candy bar!  Did I save it, or at least half of it for my skinny husband?  NO!

I thought, this is OK, because I am going running after work.  Shortly after I thought that, my legs informed me that I was not.  “We are going home and sitting on the couch like sensible people,” my body told me.  I did not have the oomph to argue.  It is Monday, after all.

If this wasn’t bad enough, Steven did not feel like the leftover pasta sauce I had suggested for dinner.  Oh, that is not the bad part.  The bad part is when he made a sensible alternative suggestion, I said, “Wouldn’t you like to send out for wings and antipasto?”  As a matter of fact, sending out for antipasto is not such a bad idea.  For one reason, it means I will have leftover salad for my lunch tomorrow.  For the chicken wings, I make no apology, but merely offer, in my defense, YUM!

Steven called Salvatore’s in Herkimer.  We got wings Siciliano, which are kind of a combination of medium sauce, garlic butter, and bleu cheese.  I repeat, yum.

On the brighter side, instead of a Monstrous Monday, I am giving a shout-out to a local business.  Salvatore’s is located at 650 1/2 W. German St., Herkimer, NY, phone number 315-866-2600.  For more intormation, you can visit their website at http://www.salvatores-herkimer.com.

And I can always go running tomorrow.

 

The Kind of Murder I Like on Wrist to Forehead Sunday

Hello, and welcome to this week’s Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  We are watching true crime on television but may morph over to Christmas movies later.  I suppose I could wait till later and do a Sunday Cinema post, but sometimes it is best to get these things done in a timely fashion.

One of my many true loves.

I could really get into some Snapped, which used to be on all day on a Sunday.  Alas, they switched to Homicide for the Holidays, but none of those cases were the kind of murder I like.  I like a personal murder, for a good reason, like greed or revenge or being blackmailed.  I’m not into hearing about families gunned down in their homes or serial killers.  However, to each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow.

Right now we are looking at Murder Made Me Famous:  Angry Betty Broderick (I don’t imagine she is any relation to Matthew, but you never know).  I vaguely remember hearing about Betty Broderick when thing happened back in 1989. I was less obsessed with true crime in those years.  I had just started reading true crime books, but television had not started offering so many shows about it. According to this show, Court TV was a thing, but our cable system did not carry it.

I am content to live in obscurity.

So I guess this is my blog post for the day.  I hope this is not the beginning of another bad blogging week. That would certainly be cause for me to swoon, dramatically posed with the back of on wrist to my forehead.  If only I had a chaise lounge handy!

 

Not a Substantial Scattered Saturday Post

OK, once again, it is time for a fast Scattered Saturday post, so I can get back to the sitting on my couch, crocheting and watching TV portion of the evening.  But I have had a WONDERFUL day!

I got up early (for others; for me it was kind of sleeping in) for the Reindeer Run 5K.  Alas, my dear husband, Steven, was not feeling well, so he went back to bed (at my urging) and I got ready and went.

The run was awesome, although it was quite cold.  A friend did show up to cheer me on at the end and take a picture, which he posted on Facebook, at my request.

I looked silly AND I jingled!

I went home after the run to see how Steven was doing.  He was feeling better enough that I went out again later with my friend Kim.  We went to a double tasting at Valley Wine and Liquor in Herkimer then to lunch at Lombardo’s in Ilion.  We had so much fun!

I could write entire blog posts about the run, the tastings, and the lunch.  Perhaps I will, although past posts may call that prediction into question.  I’m sorry.  When I wait till too late in the day, I am not inclined to make a substantial post.   Perhaps I should work on posting earlier in the day.  In the meantime, Happy Saturday, everyone!