This may be a long story. I will try to keep it short and sweet, but it is too funny...
It starts back in December during our move...ya see, I have three vacuums cleaners. Yes three. It is not that I am a big house cleaner or compulsive cleaner. It is just that I don't like to carry vacuum cleaner up and down a three story house. So, when we bought our brand new house in Buffalo in 2003, my honey decided that we needed a new vacuum, so we bought a great pricey vacuum cleaner to add to the older one that my FIL purchased as a gift for us 1994. So here we are in our new house with a 1994 model vacuum - for the bedrooms and hallway upstairs. The brand spankin' new one is for the main living area on the main floor. Then we finished our basement, so of course I needed one for that floor too, so I decided to buy a cheapy one. A dirt devil. Works great, nothing wrong with it.
Well, over the course of the 3 years while we lived there. The 1994 model had an issue. Not a big one, but I just put it in the garage and left it there, saying some day I will fix it. Then the dirt devil, starting having a little problem with the hose staying attached..not a problem, I can still use it. So I did...not often but I did. Now December 9, 2006, the movers come. They pack our house for 4 days, load for 1 1/2 and we are off. Moving our things to Bethlehem, PA. As we unpack our belongings, it was discovered that now our brand new pricey on was broken. So I just put it in the garage next to the 1994 model. They looked comfortable together. So now I am using the dirt devil. The cheapy one. Well, now I decided that i need a dust buster upstairs for the bathrooms for quick pick up. So I buy that. Then I decided well, I needed one for the kitchen too for the quick pick ups. So here I am sitting on my little high horse with three vacuums and two dust busters. About a month ago, the dirt devil thingy broke. You have to lean down and hold on the hose where it attaches to the brush thingy, so the dirt will be sucked in. Which is very uncomfortable to be vacuuming while in a completely bent down position. Now I am getting frustrated. Knowing that I have plenty of vacuums, but just have never had them fixed.
Last week, I was in here on the computer posting on this here blog and Bradley and Blossom were watching John. I hear some commotion and then the "kitchen" dust buster came on. No biggy. Whatever it was, they were being responsible and cleaned it up. So I just finished my thing. Later that evening, I am sweeping the floor and once all the crumbs are in a pile, you guessed it, I just dustbust them up. Very convenient. Easy enough to do. Well, when I turned it on, this horrible smell came out of it. After a few shouted words, and some confessing, the children told me that John opened the refrigerator door, climbed in it, found the parmesan (which looks alot like a baby powder container - right?) well, he assumed since it had the little "sprinkle" holes at the top that it must have been his precious baby powder. So yes, he sprinkled grated parmesan cheese on himself, diaper area, feet, and on Bradley and Blossom for a little while. Now this is no small can. It is a BJ's size, 16oz can of grated Parm.
OK, so moving on. This week, I decided, I have had enough. I called Sears to inquire about the cost to fix the vacuum. $95 for one -just to have it looked at, then the $95 goes toward the cost of parts and labor (I have three). Well, I am not a cheapy. But, if I can fix it myself, you better believe I am going to. So I bring all three vacuums in the office here by the computer so I have all the model numbers and such right here next to me. -- now John arrives home from school -- I take care of him, feed him, he is in the living room playing, watching tv. I hear the tv, the toys and so on. I come in the office to finish looking up all the parts, and place the order and all that good stuff. Well, before I place the order, I take apart the pricey vacuum just to make sure I think I can fix it. So I think I can fix it. So here I am ordering the parts for the three vacuums, that don't work properly. I am very proud of myself. I buy all the parts that are needed for the vacuums to work, and I buy a new dusterbrush for the 1994 model and a light cover and plastic lens. I buy all this stuff that is needed for just $114. WOW. I am so proud. The moving company gave us $200 to spend for just the pricey one to be fixed. So I am now getting them all fixed for just $114. I am feelin' good. I place the order and it is all taken care of.
So I leave the office with a smile on my face and just can't wait to tell my honey of the savings. As I approach the turn in the hallway that leads to the kitchen and family room, what do I smell....that smells like, like, LIKE PARMESAN. So this little bugger, climbed into the fridge again, (for his powder) and decided to sprinkle it all over the living room. In the cracks and crevices of the sofa (yes, the same sofa he colored red with a sharpie, that had to be repainted) there is cheese everywhere. And he is sitting in the biggest glob of it too. It is just squished into his pants. It was a mess.
Now, remember, I am the crazy lady with three vacuums and two dust busters. But ya see, the only things that work in my house are the dustbusters. So now, after I gather up all the toys (which he is coming right behind me to make sure that I know those are his toys) it just gets more and more spread out. I finally strap him in the high chair and start vacuuming this stinkin' family room with a dustbuster. Remember this is a 16 oz can of cheese - which doesn't all fit into the canister of a dustbuster. I am not realizing this as I am sucking it up, that most of it is flying out the back vents of the dustbuster. At any rate, I smelled for a couple of days and the carpeting still smells like cheese. My three vacuums will be fixed soon and I will be a happy camper.
So if you come to my house and you wonder, WHAT'S THAT SMELL....I may just nut up on ya!
Below are pix of that wonderful event. The pictures don't look that bad, but it was on the sofa, of course all over the carpeting, on his toys, on the fireplace, bookshelves, tv (yes, I don't know how you get cheese to stick on a tv, (our new tv) but John managed. I love this little guy!
THE WEAPON OF CHOICE.
ALSO, NOTICE IN THIS PICTURE THAT THERE ARE 4 SOCKS. TWO ON HIS FEET AND TWO IN THE FLOOR. DID I MAKE HIM WEAR TWO PAIRS OF SOCKS TO SCHOOL TODAY? THEY WERE NOT THERE WHILE HE WAS AT SCHOOL..HELP ME....I TURNED 40 THIS SUMMER!