Saturday, November 21, 2009

Goodbye Mr. Rug Doctor!

At 6 last night I started my rampage against the carpet dirt. This has become a Thanksgiving tradition, although I am certainly in love again.
Years and years ago it was Michael Jackson and Davy Jones and Dave Partridge and of course, Donnie Osmond. Now in my age, it is the Rug Doctor. I spent 2 days with him and nearly bit off the rest of the family's head to get as much time as I could, squeezed into a 24 hour rental. I love him and I wish to keep him, especially after a sick season, where two of my boys had been down with fever. I have a vendetta against the dirt that sickened them and Mr. Rug Doctor seems the only one who understands.

Why are you so into that machine? Rinsing and covering area time and again. The 2 living rooms were done and the car and then up the stairs. I had, to get some sleep last night and go pick up Ben, but early in the morning, I would awake to start again. I had no idea that my bones would hurt in the morning, as they did.
But I could see Mr. T's face and his finger pointing to me, You do it! He seemed to say. These 3300 square feet are no match for the mother and her Rug Doctor boyfriend for the weekend. They will never understand what I see in him. They will never understand the agreement of two machines(or one machine and a sickness angry mommy) working together for the cleaning of a horribly trampled carpet. Bucket after bucket of dirty water between us and still it was only half done. Time is up. I kissed Mr. Rug Doctor and sent him back to the store with, alas only 1500 square feet completed. But, the stubborn and most important areas are completed. I never want to see my floors look like that again. Of course, I always say this after a weekend with Mr. Rug Doctor and then I forget and get tired and then, unfortunately sickness beckons me to call upon him; come budget or high water.
He's not mine, but he does his share and I do love him most when he's here. They all let me be, when he's here and then the dust settles and the family welcomes me back with open arms, almost. My tirade is over. The dirt that remains will have to stay there and I will sleep till the cows come home. LOL

3 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Oooo Rug Doctor I think
I want a date! Thanks for the hook up Jayne:)
I need it for the area rugs I have and I have the perfect Sound track. Sophia has missed the litter box & that would do the trick. Thanks

Jayne said...

I tell you there is nothing like the smell of a freshly shampooed carpet other than a new, new carpet. Once you have had a new carpet you need a rug doctor. The rental was $54 with the chemicals. I add just a tip of amonia with each bucket. It is delicious. Now when I lay on my carpet for prayer, I won't get sick.:)

Joanne Bodden said...

Wow worth every penny when you have pets . Thanks Jayne

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.