holy quintuples Batman

Frankie wants to know what five things I have in a variety of places.

Fridge, handbag, wardrobe, car

The fridge
-various beers that are the last couple from a six pack that wasn't finished before the next along with a couple of Duck Rabbits dropped at the sushi bar where Momma works by the sales rep. The beer was left by the sales rep as opposed to Momma working next to him.
-Calhoun's leftovers, half of Big Brother's grouper sandwich
-red beans and rice leftover from earlier tonight
-buttermilk
-pickles, because, ignoring the sodium, it isn't the worst snack

Handbag? yeah, I can't say I carry one. I'll do the wallet instead.
-TN alcohol server permit card
-library card
-something that Momma wrote me in the early days of our dating that I think is most likely a letter. I haven't pulled it out in ages, and I'm afraid to as it's grown fragile over the years.
-"get out of hell free" card that is meant as a tract but gives me a fit of giggles each and every time I happen upon it nestled away in the recesses
-Food City card

Wardrobe, well, there's no lions or witches or bears oh my . . .and precious little humor in the blog oh my . . .
-clunkin' big black and white wing tips that I wish I'd waited to buy until I found a more reasonable pair.
-humidifier
-funeral suit because yes, I seldom wear a suit except to a funeral. It's not that I mind dressing nicely, but I so seldom have the chance or reason
-plenty of clothes that would please me more were they to end up at Goodwill, though sadly, good will alone won't transport them away.
-plastic pocketed door hanging thing that is full mostly of . . .hmmmm . . . what did Momma put in that thing?

Car-in which we wish for style for it to all be about
-directions to people's houses that we save because we never know when we'll need them again
-cd's to which we rock out
-umbrella
-chairs that live in the car and mostly get used at soccer games
-Momma's roller derby gear which lives in the car trunk

a tale of two vacuum cleaners

We have two different vacuum cleaners. One of them is larger, has attachments and a bag. The other is much smaller, intended for small spaces and has a detachable receptacle.

They both work, yet the smaller one works much better, seeming to have much more power. The problem is that it works so well that it must be emptied very often. I can vacuum the entire house with the larger machine and not fill the bag. But the floor isn't clean when I finish meaning of course that I'm not finished. The smaller vacuum is much easier to drag around making it easier to use before you factor in the messy, dusty dump stops.

Admittedly, the amount of emptying is more a statement on my regular cleaning than anything else. Yet having used both machines, it's apparent which works better. It's also apparent that I need to clean much more often and more regularly.

All that to say that I am not finished with my cleaning for the day. I won't even get into all the random crap that doesn't have a real home or no home yet. There's the huge box of pictures that have collected over the years that need labeling and ordering. There's the train tracks and engines that have grown as a collection to a size where they don't even fit in a laundry basket and old shoe box combined. I need to open the attic to put away Momma's and my winter coats. And then the box of audio cassettes. We don't really listen to most of them any more, yet we are not willing to just get rid of them either.

Oh well, less bitching and more cleaning might be the key here.