395 Posts and going strong

Dear Killer,

Your goal of 400 posts this year is only 5 posts away from a reality. How shall we celebrate? Will I get a bonus for meeting your objective?

Liz says:

I am getting really lazy. Like really. Last night I had some friends over for dinner. I didn't even mop before they came over. I left the ironing board out. It's become an accessory in my home. I consider putting on pants exercise.

I am becoming a fat ball of ultra white skin, yet I have no desire to move. Am I depressed or just lazy?

It's a beautiful day and it's 11:30 in the morning. I'm not hung over and I have a very dirty car. There is opportunity here. The hedges out front really need a trim. Considering the fact that bushes seem to be monitored in my neighborhood, I should really get out there and do something about them. The inside of my house looks like a dirt ball exploded and left dust and stains all over my furniture and floor. This goes against my core being. I like things to be tidy, but I have gotten to the point where I'll let my kitchen floor get down right nasty before mopping. I kind of like to let it build up. The variety of stains and spills remind me of all the fun I've had that month in that kitchen. It looks like a Jackson Pollack painting and makes me think.

I am going to get off my ass, move into the kitchen, get one more cup of coffee, and then start my day. Probably with a nap.

I, Robot

Liz does chores while blogging:

I bought a Roomba. Now I can't stop mutilating the Oompa Loompa song from Willie Wonka: Roomba, roomba, roomidy roo I've got some more vac-u-ming for you.

It sometimes sucks to be trapped inside this head.

So, I now own a robot. This makes me feel good, as I am often toward the end of technology trends. I didn't get my own computer until 2004. I was one of the last people I know that bought a cell phone and mine is plain; no fancy-smancy blackberry for Liz. I don't even have an I-Pod. I think it's in my genes. My family didn't get a microwave or a VCR until I was way old. I was embarrassed that we had to eat hot, fresh food and watch whatever was on TV or, gasp, read. Maybe this is why I couldn't wait to get my driver's license and start drinking.

My new friend Willie does my vacuuming for me. This little dude darts around the house, running into walls and furniture, sucking up cat hair and dust bunnies, getting in those hard to reach places. I like it!

I do have some issues with Mr. Willie. First of all, he has a hard time keeping his batteries charged, so Willie doesn't last long. This is always disappointing. Secondly, he moves about sporadically, where it seems to me that he should find a spot and move in rhythm around that spot, not just dart around blindly like he's never done it before. He's been living here since Friday and we've done this everyday. You would think Willie would learn!

All of a sudden I feel very dirty.

Like I need to go vacuum.