HHIgirl
05-20-2005, 07:03 AM
Today was a sad week at my house. My most valued non luxury item expired. My vacuum cleaner. I know, shock and dismay and the most untimely demise of my beloved sucker upper.
When I was young and would watch "Price is Right" or "Newlywed Game" or some various other game show hosted by Wink Martindale or Gene Rayburn I could not understand why normal looking contestants would get so jazzed over something actually plugged into the wall. Even at my tender young age I instinctively knew that all things that glittered mattered, exotic smells were music to my olafactory senses and I even noticed that Susan Pleshette on "Newhart" carried an LV bag. Therefore the mystery of the appliance winning "orgasm" mystified me. This strange sense of feeling something isn't right in the world where machines ( before the advent of home PC's) are glorified and exalted worried me. Then I went to college...
I had to clean myself. I discovered teh joys of housework. It exhilirated me. I could actually get instant gratification of seeing lines in my carpet. Such a quick and easy fix to a stressful ( really in college the only stress I had was what to wear and how to kiss so many boys in one night) day. My love affair with the vacuum was born!
I have had affairs with Hoover, Kirby, DirtDevil and some disaster referred to as the "Europro". Nothing pro about it, other than the proponent for anger attacks and cracked manis.
This weekend it happened. My latest DirtDevil burned itself out, plum out. Motor aflame and all. It was really quite a display, if not for my dismay. I had the sad task of having to deposit it on the treelawn. Knowing full well that my town's various Treelawn shopping afficianados would soon pluck it from obscurity. No sooner did I turn back and wipe my tears that my friend was "saved".
I am now off to peruse various websites for a new mechanical friend. I am currently lusting after the "MOTHER OF ALL VACUUMS"; "THE DYSON".
RIP in dear beloved Dirt Devil!
When I was young and would watch "Price is Right" or "Newlywed Game" or some various other game show hosted by Wink Martindale or Gene Rayburn I could not understand why normal looking contestants would get so jazzed over something actually plugged into the wall. Even at my tender young age I instinctively knew that all things that glittered mattered, exotic smells were music to my olafactory senses and I even noticed that Susan Pleshette on "Newhart" carried an LV bag. Therefore the mystery of the appliance winning "orgasm" mystified me. This strange sense of feeling something isn't right in the world where machines ( before the advent of home PC's) are glorified and exalted worried me. Then I went to college...
I had to clean myself. I discovered teh joys of housework. It exhilirated me. I could actually get instant gratification of seeing lines in my carpet. Such a quick and easy fix to a stressful ( really in college the only stress I had was what to wear and how to kiss so many boys in one night) day. My love affair with the vacuum was born!
I have had affairs with Hoover, Kirby, DirtDevil and some disaster referred to as the "Europro". Nothing pro about it, other than the proponent for anger attacks and cracked manis.
This weekend it happened. My latest DirtDevil burned itself out, plum out. Motor aflame and all. It was really quite a display, if not for my dismay. I had the sad task of having to deposit it on the treelawn. Knowing full well that my town's various Treelawn shopping afficianados would soon pluck it from obscurity. No sooner did I turn back and wipe my tears that my friend was "saved".
I am now off to peruse various websites for a new mechanical friend. I am currently lusting after the "MOTHER OF ALL VACUUMS"; "THE DYSON".
RIP in dear beloved Dirt Devil!