Sunday, March 30, 2008

Updates

I get a little weary of clicking on different websites only to learn they haven't been updated since the last time (maybe last month!) I was there. I don't know how you feel, but I bet it's about the same. So rather than chastise my faithful few, whoever you are, I figure I ought to act rather than speak.

How are things going here, you might ask. How are we spending our time? I have a simple answer for that second question--sitting in the recliners and watching basketball. No, it really doesn't matter that there is neither a Kentucky team nor a SEC team still in the tournament, the television at this house automatically tunes itself to basketball. It doesn't matter that UK lost in the first round (hey, it was a miracle that the team even made the tournament, admit it!), nor that Chris Lofton, who should have been playing for UK in the first place, couldn't win the big title for TN, nor that now UNC has a chance to break KY's record in total tournament wins, nor that UCLA (who had the audacity to call the beloved Hilltopper's mascot a pregnant Elmo) is making the gap of total wins even wider, that despite the fact we trained their coach, UL couldn't pull it off...we're still watching the basketball games. (Or at least one of us is...)

What else is going on up here? Not a lot. This past week, I did a couple of stints of volunteer work at the hospital "emptying bed pans" (or at least that's what I told one of my coworkers at Friendship). The second stint, my coworker didn't show up, so I didn't bother to take the refreshment cart around. I felt guilty for a couple of minutes when the nurse called from ICU, or wherever she was, asking if "the cart with the crushed ice and soft drinks" was going to come around...for a couple of minutes, I did feel some guilt over that. Only a couple of minutes, though. I get a chance to redeem myself tomorrow, since this is one of those months when we have both fourth and fifth Mondays. But I probably won't run the cart, since my coworker is going to be gone...and I do hate that hair net.

Friendship was quieter than usual this past Thursday. We had a pretty significant rain coming down when the bus drove over to Cooperstown, UK student housing, so three of our renowned soloists in the art of operatic crying were absent. Another mom said they had called for a back-up ride but it never materialized. This week, we will be on spring break. I hope someone tells those ladies before they go to wait for a bus that doesn't show up.

This week I have the volunteer stint tomorrow followed by a coming-of-a-new-age party at Casa for one of the DTA members. That should be a pretty good time. I've already had an email asking if I was going to be there--of course. It's one more day I don't have to cook! Tuesday, I have an appointment for my "pedicure" with Dr. Rodes, not a day before it's due. Wednesday, the ad hoc shower committee is meeting to see how we are progressing toward a social event later in the month. Also, my faithful Pancho is going to be here to "clean" the house again. David asked her today if she knew how to run a vacuum cleaner, which brought a laugh.

Speaking of vacuum cleaners, I have a real aversion to ours, all three or four of them. Back when I was a child, I guess I must have been spooked by one or something. Anyway, floors have NEVER been my favorite part of the cleaning process. Look out--the following is a blatant plug for the vacuum I don't own: I remember when one of the ladies in my mom's circle of mothers bought a new silver pig. That vacuum was the talk of the town! Ladies who just barely knew this woman were quick to call her and ask to borrow that silver pig when they were going to be entertaining. Mom even borrowed it on several occasions, until she got her own. It was the thing for several years. I didn't understand why, back then, but now I'm sure that it has to do with the fact you aren't pushing that heavy machine around, rather just pushing the little nozzle part. I don't remember who got Mom's silver pig when we divided the contents of her house, but I do know it wasn't me. I have a big red jackass (one complete one and several others that we cannibalize for parts) that takes a man's strength to push around. I sort of feel like Roseanne. I'll vacuum when Sears invents one you can ride--and in my case, it better be a zeeter, with a zero turn radius.

Okay, now you know what we've been up to and what our plans are for the immediate future. I might suggest that if you haven't posted in the last couple of weeks, you go out and do the same thing! Love to all, and God bless.

5 comments:

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Since you hate vacuuming so much, you ought to get a Roomba. It's a little robot vacuum cleaner that does the floors by itself. I would love to have one of those. In the mean time, I'll use the automatic vacuumer I have - named Jamie.

Mrs. Allroro said...

Yeah, or one of those wimpy stick vacs. They're easy, they just don't suck very hard, which is fine, if you vacuum often. So maybe that's not a good idea. So, yeah, not a stick vac, either a roomba or a Dyson. You could get an awesomely strong Dyson, and that way, whenever you vacuum, it'll suck up everything that's ever been near your carpet. Just make sure Daddy's nailed to the recliner. Those things'll pick up paperwads the size of your fist.

Becca said...

I'd love to have a Roomba, and a Scooba (little mopping robot). I bet CJ would love them too.

My cats? Yeah, not so much.

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Heh heh. You could program the roomba to follow the kitties around to suck up all the hair they shed. "here... kitty, kitty, kitty..." Whee! Just make sure you get some Kitty Prozac first! LOL!

Becca said...

I forgot to mention--I had picked Louisville as the champion this year, with Georgetown, Stanford, and UCLA filling out my Final Four.

My bracket currently resides in the recycle bin.