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Showing posts with label cleaning. Show all posts

Friday, July 30, 2010

Please mommy! Pretty Please!! I want a robot!!!

Have you ever seen one of those robot vacuums? I totally want THIS ONE!!! I would like the pet version because I live with a three boys. Hopefully some day I'll get something super cool like this. In case you haven't noticed, I love things being clean (well its a necessity really) but don't particularly enjoy doing the deed. Anything that can aid in accomplishing my desire to have a clean space will instantly be my new favorite toy, yes toy. You should have seen me when I got my first vacuum cleaner. I had a old hand-me-down that was broken half the time (so I can now do minor vacuum cleaner repair) and my parents and boyfriend pitched in to get me a really awesome new upright (that I still to this day love) for my birthday. It was insane, boyfriend really wanted to video tape me opening the box but I refused to have digital documentation of my craziness.

So to get back to the point I would love to have something/someone besides my self to help clean up after the boys and these little guys can be set to run automatically : ) Its like a dream come true.


And yes I would probably be so fascinated by it I'd stare at it too.

I do wonder how the Rumba handles dirty socks left on the floor, because I'm still fighting that battle.



Thursday, July 22, 2010

Thank God for Semi-Modern Technology

Today is the day. Its the day that I look forward to all week yet loath upon its coming. Today is the day that I do not have to work at either job, and while I still have to attend class tonight I basically have the whole day free. One might wonder then why I would loath such a day. The answer is that today is the day that I must spend doing paper work, attacking the monstrous pile of laundry in my room, scrubbing all the surfaces that have been neglected, and studying as much as possible. It is not a day of rest, merely a day of fruitless catch up.

However, looking at my seemingly endless list of chores and tasks I must give thanks for the washing machine. While the unit that occupies my laundry room is most literally as old as I am, it complies with my every request and for that I am truly grateful. I can place my clothes inside turn it on and walk away to move on to something else on my list. Before the washing machine women would spend all day washing clothes in buckets and streams, some even resorted to beating them with sticks in order to get the dirt out.

I thank God that I was born in the modern age where I have a reliable pieces of technology that will see to the cleaning of my things.