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Christmas Break is Here!
Dec. 17th, 2010 12:04 pmI got off a day early because the Jazz Bear (the mascot of the Utah Jazz NBA team) is taking the students in our school district on a Christmas shopping spree. Every year, the Jazz organization picks a school district where the families that live in that district are seen to be less-well-off and they take the elementary kids from that district on a shopping trip (this seems to be in a rotation because my younger sisters did this a few years ago when they were in elementary school). Anyway, I was going to go with them to be a chaperone (they send an adult chaperone with each kid so that the kid doesn't spend more than their allotted $100), but they told me they had enough people and I didn't have to if I had something else to do. I would have liked to go (there were rumors that some Jazz players would be going on the trip as well and that would have been cool to meet them), but I've been neglecting some home duties and I've got to get that done because. Besides, this trip is more for the kids and I'd feel weird being an goofy fan-adult-person when the kids are the ones that the players are there for.
So, I'm home cleaning up the house. I've done the dishes, started some laundry and swept up the hard floors in the house. I would vacuum, but I hate using my mom's vacuum. She has a Rainbow that is the epitome of the redundant piece of crap. Every time I pull it out of the closet, the attachments fall all over me, the cord tries to strangle me and it uses this ridiculously huge water tank instead of vacuum bags and it's a pain to empty. the best part - you have to take it apart to store it and it comes apart in about twenty different pieces that you have to haul all over the house when you want to vacuum. Maybe if you enjoy spending inordinate amounts of time cleaning the house, then I guess it's okay. I try to point this out to my mom when she asks me to vacuum, but she'll never hear a word against it. Me, I'd rather take the vacuum out of the closet, pull it into whatever room I'm vacuuming, vacuum and then go to the next one. I don't want to be making like Dad on Christmas Eve when the kids get a brand new swingset every time I try cleaning. So, I'm sticking to sweeping up the hard floors and I'll let my mom use her beloved Rainbow.
I think I'm just being bored now. Luckily, the washer's about to go off. And the dog won't stop barking. I wonder if she's seeing things...
So, I'm home cleaning up the house. I've done the dishes, started some laundry and swept up the hard floors in the house. I would vacuum, but I hate using my mom's vacuum. She has a Rainbow that is the epitome of the redundant piece of crap. Every time I pull it out of the closet, the attachments fall all over me, the cord tries to strangle me and it uses this ridiculously huge water tank instead of vacuum bags and it's a pain to empty. the best part - you have to take it apart to store it and it comes apart in about twenty different pieces that you have to haul all over the house when you want to vacuum. Maybe if you enjoy spending inordinate amounts of time cleaning the house, then I guess it's okay. I try to point this out to my mom when she asks me to vacuum, but she'll never hear a word against it. Me, I'd rather take the vacuum out of the closet, pull it into whatever room I'm vacuuming, vacuum and then go to the next one. I don't want to be making like Dad on Christmas Eve when the kids get a brand new swingset every time I try cleaning. So, I'm sticking to sweeping up the hard floors and I'll let my mom use her beloved Rainbow.
I think I'm just being bored now. Luckily, the washer's about to go off. And the dog won't stop barking. I wonder if she's seeing things...
