Vuvuzela??
Vajazzle???
Hozzle????
This is what happens when I venture outside SeniorLand. I am falling behind in culture vocabulary and events. I haven't watched American Idol in 3 years now and so am hopelessly sidelined on most au current conversations.
First of all, there's Louie the Letch--a 6 pound, white toy poodle, 13 years old and no teeth so his tongue is always hanging out of his mouth. That's not all that is always hanging out. After his days in the show ring, Louie was a stud dog. He is only interested in one end of any dog--and he is not discriminating about the size of the dogs either!
After a particularly long day of "performing" Louie was, uh, in trouble. He could not return to "normal"--at least normal for Louie. The vet advised holding a sack of frozen peas to his underside until his swelling and discomfort subsided. But listening to six grandmothers discussing poor Louie's medical crisis was certainly entertaining.
The second topic was the beginning of a revolt of the elders who are being deprived of lawn chairs at the swimming pool.
It seems the grandchildren who are arriving in droves throw towels over the chairs and then are never seen again. The seniors arrive and are scolded by mothers when they move a beach towel in order to sit down while their own grandchildren swim.
This is going to be a big issue--a lobbying group has already formed to storm the administration with demands for more signs stating that the pool chairs are for residents. What has happened to GUMPTION? Toss the towels aside and then explain courtesy and respect for elders if the rugrats complain! But no...it is the way of SeniorLand to call in the Hall Monitors.
It is rather a sad commentary that youngsters don't notice that grandparents are standing in the sun for fear of moving a towel so they can sit down. Oh this new generation......
