Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A New Toy

So I've been whiling away my spare hours lately reading the blogs of friends, family and people I haven't seen in years. It's been a fun way to catch up, stay in touch, and have a few laughs. A friend recently suggested that I start a blog, as she's having a lot of fun writing hers. One problem. What do I have to write about?

Then, I got a new vacuum. Prime blog material.

For those of you who don't know me, you may be surprised to learn that I like to clean. That's right. I enjoy it. On a sunny, Saturday afternoon you'll often find me home, with the windows thrown open and the radio cranked up, rag in hand. It's an ideal way to spend an afternoon. What makes it even better is when Nate joins me, as I find cleaning a "fun" activity for us to do together. It's a slight point of contention in our marriage that he doesn't necessarily see my point of view on this issue, but because he loves me, he's usually willing to participate anyway.

The depressing part of these little afternoons has lately been the vacuum. My 3-year-old, $50-original-price-at-Walmart, piece-o-junk Bissel vacuum has not been pulling it's weight around my house. I can vacuum over a piece of fuzz on the carpet fifteen times, and it will still be sitting there, mocking me, when I'm done. This was the case Sunday night, when I attempted to vacuum the living room and once again realized that the vacuum wasn't actually picking anything up. Due to the vacuum failure, we have recently seen a steady decline in the frequency of vacuuming at our house. This is bad for two reasons....(1) our house is on the market, so clean carpet is a definite necessity...(2) we have a dog. So my bi-weekly vacuuming hasn't quite been cutting it. Just don't sit on the floor if you come to visit....

So after Sunday nights escapade (I flipped the vacuum over and realized the brush on the bottom wasn't even spinning any more) I decided I had had enough. I gave my husband an ultimatum. I was buying a new vacuum the next day, and it was up to him whether I wasted another $50 on a junky Walmart vacuum or whether I went to the specialty store and bought the fancy vacuum I'd been coveting for months.

We'd been debating about buying a nice vacuum for months, and after much research and deliberation (and numerous thrilling conversations with friends and strangers about the pros and cons of Orecks and Hoovers) had decided on the Riccar Supralite. It only weighs 8 pounds. Nice.

The problem?? The hefty price tag. My wise, budget-conscious husband suggested that we save up for this domestic investment and buy it down the road once we had a little more cash on hand.

The even bigger problem?? Sunday night, my vacuum was broken and I was near tears (yes, I get emotional about inanimate objects and trivial things like dirty carpet).

The solution?? My wonderful husband agreed that it was time to make an investment in a nice vacuum, and yesterday I became the proud owner of a new Riccar. I vacuumed immediatly when I got in home. And again before I went to bed. The carpet looks amazing. Brand new, even.

The best part...I walked in on an awesome scene yesterday. Nate hasn't gotten nearly as "involved" in the carpet/vacuum dilemma as I have. He doesn't really see why this is all such a big deal, although he tries to be sympathetic. But lately, even he has realized that our carpet is looking less-than-spotless. So after I vacuumed yesterday, I walked into the living room and found him laying on the floor with the dog.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just enjoying the clean carpet," he replied.


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