Flamingo Friday

I got engaged today!

Okay, not really, but that’s a pretty sweet rock – no?

We had a bridal shower luau at work today.

Notice the party crasher?

Filipe the Flamingo was ready to tie one on… too bad there were no booze.

Booze would have helped with the work drama that occurred throughout the day. Thankfully, the drama didn’t (completely) involve me so I just got to watch it all unfold. It was kind of entertaining.

Still, I’m thankful it’s now the weekend and I can enjoy a couple of drama-free days.

I’m off to my hometown tonight for a family fun celebration. Should be good times!

Happy Friday all!

Does your work have drama? Mine usually doesn’t, but lately… drama for your mama. For real.

Vacuums suck

Last night, this was the first order of business.

You may wonder why I’m blogging about a vacuum. Well let me tell you, there’s a history – and it all revolves around this:

My hurr. My long, constantly shedding hairs that fall all over the apartment allll the time.

As much as I want to shave it off, I never will. I love and hate it all at the same time. It causes my cleaning life great stress, but it’s easy to maintain and I can even make a mustache with it.

Yosemite Sam?

So yes… vacuuming and hair is what this blog post is about. I hate it.

I’ve even blogged about it before, here, regarding this vacuum.

I assembled this beast in June of 2009 and by probably August of 2010 it was dead. Dead as a doornail.

All because of the hair! It gets wound around the bristles in the bottom and forms an impenetrable net that the dirt and additional hair cannot pass.

I tried for several weeks to cut it all out, but to no avail. Keep in mind, this was almost a year ago.

I borrowed vacuums occasionally, but for the most part, I just had dirty carpets.

Insert your judgement here. I would certainly judge me for that also.

Finally, I’d had enough and forked over $50 for a new vacuum. Last night, I mentally prepared myself for the assembly.

Turns out, it wasn’t that bad! I just had to attach the handle and it was ready to go.

I vacuumed up lots of nastiness, and then examined the bristles. Again, they were clogged with the evil hair!

I cut most of it out and I think it should still function properly for a few more months.

If only I could afford a more beastly vacuum, this wouldn’t be an issue.

When I was engaged, I was ridiculously excited at the prospect of registering for a Dyson vacuum.

It’s still a dream of mine.

This guy is the answer to my problems, I know it. Someday…

And in case you’re wondering… I had this for dinner.

Taters and broccolini.

Then I went to yoga.

There was a train, so I was late. I disrupted the class and felt like an a-hole, but it was still a good class.

And that’s all she wrote.

Do you hate vacuuming too? What kind of vacuum do you have?