I’m cutting and pasting this from someone else’s site, just to explain why I’m linking to The Laurie Project.
I know a girl named Laurie. Laurie has fiery red hair and pretty eyes and a big smile. She’s sweet and sincere and one of the most selfless people I know. She’s one of those people who get it, and if you’re one of them, too, you know what that means, and if you’re not, there’s no point trying to explain.
Laurie has cancer.
Things have been getting harder and harder for her and her husband as time goes by. He makes a good living, but the cost of cancer is astronomical. Add in the cost of traveling for treatment, of medication, of hotels and just… living–bills and food and clothes and gas–and they are hitting bottom.
Laurie went to get 2 weeks’ worth of medications today and her card was declined; they are out of money.
The total for two weeks came to $383. I know I wouldn’t be able to afford that even once, certainly not every two weeks. But maybe a lot of us together can afford it, at least once, at least to give this girl a break for a change. She needs her medications to live. This is important.
I know Christmas just passed, and I know everyone is broke and poor and hurting; I know everyone needs something. But if you can spare even five dollars, ten dollars, twenty-three cents, at this point it will help. Laurie is gearing up to go to the Mayo Clinic for a month or more of treatment, which is no doubt going to be a huge expense as it is–but she needs to be healthy enough to get there. She needs medicine.
I don’t really do begging, but for her, I will. Please. Anything?
I bitch about Fred never listening to (or retaining) anything I tell him, but we had several conversations last week that show a different story. “I had some Barbecue Doritos when I was in Maine,” I said. “They were pretty good!” “Oh, really? I read somewhere that Pringles has a new guacamole flavor, and they’re pretty good. Guacamole or spicy guacamole, I don’t remember which.” “Huh.” (Two days later) “I checked at the grocery store, and there were no Jalapeno Doritos,” I said. (Confused silence from Fred.) “There were Habanero Doritos, though.” (More confused silence from Fred.) “You know, the Jalapeno Doritos you were talking about the other night?” I said patronizingly. “I said Pringles,” Fred said. “And I said Guacamole Pringles.” “Huh.” (Two days later.) “Hey, I’m at the grocery store. I don’t see any Guacamole Doritos. Do you want me to buy you some Habanero Doritos?” (Confused silence from Fred.) (Me, waiting.) “I SAID Guacamole PRINGLES, not Doritos.” “Huh. Well, I don’t see Guacamole Pringles either. You want the Jalapeno Pringles?” I said. “I didn’t say I WANTED the Guacamole Pringles, just that someone said they were pretty good.” “Huh. So no Doritos?” “No.” “And no Pringles?” “NO.” My plan to drive him to drink is coming right along.
So I don’t believe I mentioned that the Roomba arrived the day before I left for Maine. I didn’t even take it out of the box, because I wanted to have TIME to deal with learning how it works and all that, and one day is certainly not enough TIME. Also, when I get something new, I have to kind of live with the fact that it exists before I actually take it out of the box and learn how it works. I do this by sticking the box in a random corner and ignoring it for several days. I don’t know why I am unable to take it out of the box right away and mess with it, but at the ripe old age of 40, it’s just something I’ve accepted about myself. When I got back from Maine, it was still sitting near the front door, stashed behind a side table, and I proceeded to ignore it for a few more days. Then – Thursday I think it was – I finally took it out of the box and plugged it in to charge. Friday morning, after a good look through the booklet, I set it in the middle of the dining room, pushed the button in the middle, listened to it singing a happy song of “For me about to clean, I be-boop you”, and then it started moving in what appeared to be random patterns throughout the room, sucking up every bit of cat hair and kitty litter and bits of dust it came across. I watched it for a few minutes – as did a couple of the cats – and then went off to do something. An hour or so later, I realized it wasn’t running, and so I went on a search for it and found it in the living room flashing an unhappy red light. It had come across a cat toy – one of those feather-on-a-stick toys – sucked it halfway up, and then realized that it was in DANGER WILL ROBINSON! and stopped. I pulled out the toy, reset it, and went off to wander randomly around the house. The cats are a little wary of it, but not nearly as freaked out or interested by it as I thought they’d be. Mister Boogers and Miz Poo will just sit and watch it until it gets to within a foot or so, then they’ll sashay off. Other cats watch it from on high, and on Saturday morning when I set it to vacuuming the laundry room, Elle got rawther freaked out by it, puffing up to twice her size and watching it move around before she ran off.
All in all, I like the Roomba. It doesn’t get a room as clean as I would with my trusty Dyson, but it will certainly help cut down on the amount of vacuuming I have to do. It does the best job in rooms that are either all hardwood (the computer room or dining room) or all carpet (the guest bedroom). In the rooms where it has to do both hardwood and rugs, it leaves stuff around the edge of the rugs, and – though this might just because the rugs we have are pretty thick – leaves occasional tufts of cat hair on the rugs.
I also discovered pretty quickly that what works best for me is to use the virtual walls to make it so the Roomba is limited to one or two rooms. If I let it go willy-nilly through the entire first floor, it doesn’t do a complete job in any one room before it goes zipping off into another room.
What ROCKS about the Roomba is being able to set it free in my bedroom or Fred’s – neither of us has a rug in our room – and having it collect up the sixteen pounds of dust bunnies that have been living under the beds. I get under the beds every now and then with the Dyson, but it’s hard to get every inch of that space, and the Roomba did the job quite well.
On Friday while the Roomba was working downstairs, I was vacuuming with the Dyson upstairs, and it made me weirdly happy, this feeling that I had a partner in cleaning.
I had decided to name the Roomba Lupe, after the housekeeper in Arrested Development, and then I read the Wikipedia entry about Lupe, and there you go. (I haven’t seen those episodes of Arrested Development yet, which makes it even funnier to me.)
So, yeah – so far I’m loving the Roomba. Yesterday morning I cleaned out the litter boxes, put Lupe in the laundry room, and she was done before I left to go to the pet store for my Monday morning stint with the cats. The laundry room is the worst part in the house, between the cat food kicked all over the place, the stuff tracked in from the back yard, and the litter from the litter boxes. Just the job Lupe does in the laundry room makes her worth the purchase price.
At this point, my plan is to let Lupe loose in the rooms that need it each day, and then do a Dyson vacuum once or twice a week. It’s just too bad that she can’t do the stairs, but I can run the Swiffer over the stairs in no time flat, so it’s not a big deal.
The day Dyson and iRobot team up and create a Dy-mba that can do stairs, it will be ALL OVER.
Slap fight! Slap fight! (Picture taken last week before I carted Punki and Felicia off to the pet store.)
Previously 2007: No entry. 2006: No entry. 2005: No entry. 2004: Does it wuv it’s daddy? Why, yes. Yes, it does. 2003: No entry. 2002: SHE IS A PORTLY CAT WITH A PORTLY ASS. 2001: I made one quietly to myself, and personal resolution I guess you’d call it, and it was a rather vague one. This resolution went as follows: “This year I will do something that scares me.” 2000: I’m a spoiled rotten brat, that’s what I am.]]>
I want a Roomba! Have you considered getting a Scooba? I want one of those too!
We’ve had our Roomba for about a year and LOVE it. We have a dog and it is amazing how much hair it picks up. Just becareful, by running it everyday the battery pack won’t last as long. Ours got to where it wouldn’t charge from the docking station anymore. But customer service talked me thru a way to “reboot” and it will charge again. Happy Roombaing!!
I loves my roomba 🙂 As my friend (who also has one) said, “It’s a good vacuum for people who aren’t all that picky.” I think that sums it up! It does do a pretty good job of picking up all the hair on the hardwood and under the bed and chairs — and for that, I love it!
I’ve lusted after a Dyson forever, but since we’ve ripped out all the carpet in the house, it just doesn’t seem practical anymore. I think I’m gonna try one of those Swiffer wet jet things instead. Maybe I’ll be motivated to clean. I bet it’ll help when we have the baby goats in the playpen!
See, I didn’t realize the Roomba would work well on hard surfaces. I was thinking carpet only. Interesting.
Maybe we should get one for our basement. That’s where we spend the most time so the floor seems to be the most dirty and we fight over who has to vacuum next. This way neither of us would have to, at least not as often, hmmm interesting.
My Dyson just had its filter washed this week (I finally got around to it), and it seems to be much happier for it. I’m glad I listen to you. =)
First of all: You have a Dyson? Oh, you lucky, lucky woman, you!!! What would I and the Feline Four and Little White Canine not give for a Dyson that leaves all cat-haired areas pristine enough to require more shedding!
Question, though, from one catlady to another: Does the Roomba also pick up hairballs?
*bows to you*
thanks Miz Robyn; this is exactly what I was waiting for 🙂
Enjoy your Lupe (tee hee)
Your conversations with Fred sound like some we have, but just you wait—the fun really kicks in when hearing loss sets in.
It’s so great to have you back:) Thanks for the laughs today!!!
My dad got me a Roomba for Christmas last year and I think I’ve only used it 3 or 4 times. But it’s because the battery poops out before it’s done. I hadn’t thought of using the virtual walls. I’ve got a renewed love for my Roomba now. In fact, I may set up the walls tonight!
AND, I just got the handheld Dyson to use on the stairs. It’s better than a Dustbuster (or Dirt Devil or any other handheld that I’ve ever tried) but doesn’t do as good of a job as the full-blown Dyson. Over all, worth the money to not have to use the big Dyson on the stairs. And it looks like a flamethrower (according to the guy at Best Buy) so, y’know, there’s that.
I can’t believe you didn’t call it Nance – your description of it roving off to work in another area reminds me of Nance’s descriptions of her “ADD days”. Just kidding – don’t want to initiate wrath of Nance!
After moving our Roomba upstairs to the carpetted area, I am in love with it. I found it a little too annoying downstairs on the hardwood – plus I have cords, cables, dog blankets, shoes – too much clutter in the common area. But upstairs? HEAVEN
But a quick work of caution. We were told Roomba could sense stairs – and then we found at the bottom of the stairs one night. We got lucky and it works again, but we now have a virtual wall at the top of the stairs. Better safe than sorry. And we were almost very sorry.
Hey Robyn,
Because of you, I listened to Keith and the Girl (and love them). When you wrote that last sentence I couldn’t help but think of HUAR!
I got my husband a Roomba for Christmas (isn’t he lucky?!), and I’m madly in love with it. Apart from some initial bickering (Him: “It’s my roomba, I say it’s female and she needs a name.” Me: “I got the damn thing, if you need to use a pronoun, it’s ‘he’ and his name is Roomba.”), it’s been heaven. We’ve only (only!) got the four cats, and I only use it downstairs, which is all hardwood, but it makes a huge difference in the quantity of cat-fur tumbleweeds we have blow through.
For Christmas I got the digital camera, for my birthday in April…the LUPE!!!!
Margaret, she can’t call it Nance because at least Lupe actually cleans. I just wander from room to room looking helpless and retarded. 🙂
Thank you so much for linking The Laurie Project, Robyn. We are so grateful.
That part about the Pringles and Doritos had me cracking up! Thanks for the laugh!
If you want to *really* freak out your cats, I have another suggestion. My son got me a Fur-Real kitten for Christmas. (http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=5446790, though mine is a black and white tuxedo kitten who did come with his own bottle). I keep mine mostly turned off to save the batteries (and to keep it from World Domination, which one of my friends thinks is the ultimate aim). But I did turn him on and presented him to one of our grown cats and to the litter of foster kittens we had. The thing purrs and meows and I believe those are recordings of a real kitten. The thing seriously freaked out the kittens and even the grown cat was sniffing the Fur-Real kitten just to check. He seemed to be saying, “It *looks* kinda like a kitten and it sure *sounds* like a kitten, but it doesn’t *smell* like a kitten. What is this thing????” I got quite a kick out of it.
Wait. Does the Roomba ACTUALLY sing that song? I think I want one now just for that! However, I’m a little worried about the possible meanings of “be-boop you.” Maybe the Roomba is also into World Domination, like Diane’s FurReal kitten, and “be-boop you” has a sinister meaning?