Forget-Me-Not

It is I, Irene, so long away from the scene. A couple of reasons for my lapse in posting. Aside from general busi-ness, I've hard a hard time adapting to the "new and improved" Blogger. I'm not the brightest bulb of the bunch and can never remember my user name/password on the first attempt , so it takes me a lot of effort now to log in. But as I am properly logged in for once, I'll sieze the moment and post a spell.

At the moment, I have a small glass of brandy by my side. Brandy, you say? You're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be. Brandy? That and some sherry is all I could find in the house, and let me tell you: Irene needs a stiff one. The volunteering has gotten out of hand. This is how Irene spent her day. An hour in the kindergarten classroom where I was told by a 5-year-old to "shut up." (He was summarily escorted to the principal's office.) Then it was off to a lunch meeting with co-working captioners (Indian buffet). Then I donned my chess cap and presided over meeting #2 of the chess club. Basically one hour of controlled chaos in the cafeteria.

But that's all boring. Where's the excitement? What has Irene been up to that really is of any interest? O.K. I'll tell you. Irene and the Handyman spent the weekend in the Big Apple and were lucky enough to be part of the SNL live audience again. Very much fun. Very little sleep.
Speaking of sleep, what's on Irene's nightstand? Next to the ben wa balls, Bill Bryson's "A Walk in the Woods." An actual account of his experience on the Appalachian trail, this book receives 3 stars in Irene's estimation. On deck: "The Book of Bright Ideas."

Forgive the "newsy post." Next time I'll tackle a real topic, like global warming or Anna Nicole.

Weekly Update

Hello friends. It's Friday and it's been awhile since I've posted. Got a little extra time, so I thought I'd bring you up to speed on my shenanigans. First off, shout out to Aunt Meggy, sis to Suburban Warrior. She had her fourth yesterday, and you can read more about it here. Hooray!

And speaking of babies, my brother's wife's fourth ultrasound was FINALLY conclusive as far as determining gender. A boy! That makes six grandsons for mis padres. iDios mio! I'm a bit disappointed as they had contemplated naming a girl after me. Oh, well. We certainly love boys around here, so the little cowboy should integrate quite nicely.

On the nightstand (beside the KY-Jelly...) Nora Ephron's "I Feel Bad About My Neck." Finished it in an afternoon. She's not as funny as I thought, but it did keep me interested. On deck: "Peony" by Pearl Buck.

And I'm very sad to relate that my foolish flabby ass has been roped in (yet again) to taking over another PTA-sponsored activity at the elementary school. This time that of chess club coordinator. I proposed making it a Boggle/Chess Club, but was voted down. But for lack of anyone else to coordinate it, Irene will be busy w/pawns and rooks and the like from now until the beginning of May. Last year there was talk that the chess club was "too competitive"--keeping score and what not. At the first meeting, I plan to divide the kids into two groups: winners and losers.