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2006-10-30 - 3:53 p.m.
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I have yet another thing I'm droling over and will not be able to afford for a very long while. This is the Hyla (or whatever) home air filter. Anyone remember the old-school Rainbow vacuums? The ones that didn't use bags (in the Ye Days of Olde Before Ye Had Canister Bagless-e Vacuums-e), but instead you had a bottom container that you filled with water and after you vacuumed you dumped the nasty water (after first making sure that there weren't any coins or jewelry or stuff in it) in the compost pile or off the porch or in the toilet, etc. Well, it turns out that Rainbow has been bought out and is back in a svelte, black and forest-green model and is stressing its capabilities as an air filter (which it had even back in the day) more than the wonders of its vacuum-ness. Now, don't get me wrong, if I had a spare $3000 laying around and I had the van paid off and had a house bought, I'd SO buy this in an instant. Totally. Not just because I can now disinfect and even scent the water (so that the air returning into the house through the vacuum and air purifier smells all clean and pretty -- it comes with 4 scents: strawberry, orange, plumeria and lemon. I got to smell the lemon. Very natural. Not like Pledge, which reminds me of the formaldehyde the animals we dissected in Biology ... yeah ...). Or how much of a geek this makes me?? Like, for example, as the demonstrator was packing up his supplies (after I watched the demonstration at my friend K's). He mentioned that he figured out to bring his own towel. Yes, I'm starting to glorify in my geekdom. Worship me, Llanna - Queen of the Geeks! Of course, I'm not alone in my geekiness. Just this weekend, Michael and I were raving about our mutual admiration of Weird Al Yankovic. Michael was the one who brought up the idea (which we wouldn't be surprised if it was already in fruition) of what if Weird Al did a parody of the Pussy Cat Dolls's "Don'cha." *lol* I only really thought about Weird Al's age on Sunday night ... when I realized that he really is just about old enough to be my father (he started college the year I was born, that is). I don't know if I feel weird for having a little crushlet on him ... he just comes off as not being too much older. And he's hilarious! I would try to think of the funny thing I said yesterday night ... but Bruce is screaming behind me so I can't. Think, that is. He's like a frickin' siren. I think he just wants to cuddle and is tired. (Like, who isn't in this house??) Okay, gotta go before he gets me reported to CPS or something. Crazy loud child.
![]() You wish you were married to me ... - 2006-11-07
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