When I was 4 I spent Saturday mornings watching cartoons (Bugs Bunny, anyone?).
When I was 14 I spent Saturday mornings sleeping in.
Now I’m 24 and I spend Saturday mornings at work (I monitor an art gallery on Saturdays) and catching up on homework.
What do you do on Saturday mornings?
I sleep late, or until I’ve come out of my alcohol induced coma.
I fold the clothes that’ve been in the dryer all week.
I wash dishes
I watch CNN
If I’m not too sore from the previous night I’ll play some guitar.
I go to work at 4pm.
Today, I woke up three hours before my wife, fed the vocal cat, pootled about on the interweb for awhile, and then tried to do silent housework.
Clothes washing and washing up is OK, but no vacuuming.
I’d love to snooze longer, but once I’m awake it seems so wasteful to be sleeping when I could be doing stuff.
After she woke I went the the shops to get various foodstuffs, then vacuumed the living room after I got back.
I like Saturday mornings, but they always pass too quickly.
Generally at least a couple cats and a dog want food and/or out.
Make coffee, fix my usual breakfast.
Check email & other net stuff.
Read some newspaper.
Do the elliptical for 30 min, while watching CNN.
Then, this morning, paint the bathroom.
When I was 4, I watched cartoons, too. Felix the Cat, Astro Boy, maybe?
When I was 14, I did a great deal of sleeping, too - must be an adolescent thing, I reckon.
Now, I usually don’t get up later than 7:30 or 8, whip up a triple shot latte’, catch up on the web stuff, answer emails, and there’s usually some yard work to be done.
Today, however, with the tax extension deadline approaching and an impending appointment with the accountant, I’m summarizing 2007’s taxes. Yuck. But the morning in East Tennessee is indeed beautiful, and something worthy of thanks.
Clean the house.
Once while I was working for my folks at their little store/post office/ campground at a lake in central Utah, I had to go to the house next door on a Saturday morning and buy worms for fishbait for someone. The 26-year-old guy my sister was dating lived there with his folks. While I waited in the kitchen for my order of worms, I saw that this guy was in the living room watching cartoons. I told my sister she absolutely couldn’t date him any longer.
Susan
It’s my job on Saturday Mornings to do the supermarket shopping. My reward is that I get to go around the village and do some shopping on my own.
Alas, there is no more a bookshop in the village. There is, though, a second hand bookshop (run by Oxfam).
Alas, there is no more The Tree House (but it exists online).
And by the time I get home, by 12:30, BBC Radio 4 has their comedy spot. The News Quiz is back! Hurrah!
Monday through Friday I’m up and out the door by 0630.
I get back home, if I’m lucky, by 2000.
On Saturdays I sleep in.
I like to go hiking on Saturday mornings. Or go for a bike ride. It is raining today, the first rain of the season, so I am not doing either of those things.
As little as possible.
Slan,
D. 
Televisions were invented when I was young but few people in my neighborhood had them.
By the time I was school age we had a TV but I spent Saturday mornings helping my mother catch up with her housework. (Housework belonged to females back then.
When guys got a day off they got a day off. When women got a day off they tried to “catch up”, or so it seemed.)
Saturdays can be just another work day for Fed employees. I spent most Saturday mornings of my 30 year career either working or just getting off the nightshift and trying to finish domestic chores before going to sleep so I could go back to work later that night.
(Sunday starts at 8:15 Saturday night and paid % more for working it but it took me 29 years to get enough seniority for a bid with Sunday off.)
If I had anything I wanted to do besides going to work on Saturdays I had to use vacation time.
Most Sat. mornings these days I try to spend with my family
although this morning in particular I’ve been cowering under the bed with the cat while some guys my husband hired to do $15,000. worth of repair work fix the bricks and tuck pointing of our building.
Typically, Saturday mornings are what are known as “French Toast Day” here at Casa Izz. So, we spend the beginning of the morning on that. Then it’s our major cleanup day, so we spend the rest of the morning doing a huge cleaning of the whole house. Fun, fun fun!
See to the dog and cat.
Coffee, newspaper, net.
Make us breakfest.
Go to the cleaners.
Drive to Cambridge for concertina class and practice ceili band.
Do a 30 mile bike ride
come home
do lunch
Do errands
Go to early Mass
Come home and COOK!!
most sat am’s i usualy play bagpipes at someone’s funeral,
but today an 11:00am wedding aboard a boat/restaurant, then off to an afternoon wedding.
A man works from sun to sun.
A woman’s work is never done.
Actually, I had 4 brothers, 2 parents, and 1 grandfather living with us. There was no woman’s work. There was just work. Even if I would have had sisters, there would have still been “just work.” My father’s family, even though they were of stubborn German descent, had always believed in equality of the sexes.
When I was a kid I watched cartoons - Huckleberry Hound, the Jetsons, the Flintstones, Top Cat, Mighty Mouse, etc.
Now I get up at 5:45 am, get dressed, have breakfast, fix a lunch, and head off to work.
My days off are Monday and Tuesday, that’s when I do housework and maybe have a few hours to myself.
Today I made espresso from 6:30AM to 1:00PM. That’s pretty typical.
You might want to consider investing in a faster espresso machine…
Ah, I’m so glad you asked, Jack. 
This morning I awoke around 5 a.m., and lay in my sleeping bag pondering the world’s problems. Around 6:30 or so Mrs. Badger woke up. We crawled out of the back of the truck, dressed rapidly (it was a bit chilly and rainy), fed Rocky Dog, fired up the coleman stove for some scrambled eggs and tea and oatmeal.
Then we all hiked into a canyon which none of us had visited before, struck stupid-happy by the glow-in-the-dark green, yellow, pink, orange, red aspens. Climbed for an hour or two until we had some good calf-burn going, hardly feeling it for being so absorbed in the beauty, then back to the truck, loaded up camp, and drove out to…
oh, but by then it was afternoon.
This scenario is tragically non-typical. A typical saturday morning goes a bit more like this: Get up. Feed the chickens. Do grad work. Go for a walk down to the stopsign and back. Do some more grad work. sigh
Tom