Stood up!, MOLD!, Dang Truck! and Woops...not my car!
The title to today's blog may seem a bit odd...but, read on and all will be made clear:
This is my day (so far)...hour by hour:
8:30: Wake up to have breakfast w/ The Hirschy's, Lafe and Jenn, Stu and the Jones' (us).
9:00: Breakfast consists of the Jones' and Stu. The other "playa's" stood us up.
10:30: Arrive home, via Stu, since Justin left for Tulsa in my Honda at the completion of said breakfast. (We were at the Cracker Barrell if you were wondering)
12:00: I decide to vacuum the floors and realize that I need to change the vacuum bag. Where oh where are those vacuum bags? Ah yes...in the bottom of my very stuffed storage closet.
12:05: Starting to realize that, no...I didn't pee pee on the floor...the carpet is SOAKED because my Carrier Air conditioning unit has LEAKED all over the floor of my storage closet. HUSBAND IS IN TULSA...WHAT SHOULD I DO?
12:10: Start unloading the entire closet from top to bottom...so far so good.
12:12: HOLY CRAP...the Christmas tree box is completely soaked...HOLY MOTHER...the carpet is black and green with MOLD!!!!!!! HOLY MOLY "WHOOPS I CRAPPED MY PANTS ADULT DIAPERS" CRUD-A-RONI SANDWICH, MOLD IS EVEN COVERING THE CARPET PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
12:15: GO INTO "I JUST REALIZED I'M A KATRINA VICTIM AND NEED TO CLEAN THE ENTIRE CLOSET WITH BLEACH" MODE!!!!
12:20: THE CARPET HAS TO GO IN THE DUMP...THE CARPET PAD HAS TO COME UP AND GO IN THE DUMP...THE CHRISTMAS TREE HAS TO (WAIT!, I really want to save that...time to inspect the damage.)...OK, THE CHRISTMAS TREE BOX AND LITTLE CARDBOARD BOX OF ORNAMENTS INSIDE MUST GO...but the Christmas tree is plastic, and has no visible mold...HOORAY! The Christmas tree can stay!
12:30: BLEACH-FEST 2007. I completely cleaned out the closet, pulled up all the carpet and carpet pad, threw out all the moldy/ruined items (which luckily only consisted of the carpet, pad, tree box, moldy paper vacuum bags, little shoe box and a few ornaments...it REALLY could have been worse) and loaded up a spray bottle with bleach and CLEANED THAT SUCKER FROM TOP TO BOTTOM. LITERALLY! I sprayed the walls from top to bottom...I coverd the concrete floors with bleach, I went along the seems of the walls and floors extensively with bleach. I sprayed the air conditioning unit down wiht bleach. I went crazy! Have you ever seen how mold reacts to bleach? It's quite amazing really...it, kind of, shrivels up and dies. It made me feel really good.
(For my friends reading this blog that are highly alergic to mold...uh, hum: Karen....please be reassured; I CLEANED THAT CLOSET LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS!!!!! THAT MOLD IS GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
1:00: allow the "bleach" to dry for about 15 minutes.
1:15: load the closet back up in a more organized (if I do say so myself) manner. TURN OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER COMPLETELY (Thank God its cool today) so that it doesn't leak anymore.
1:25: Head out the door to run to Harps and buy NEW vacuum bags. (remember...that's how the whole things started...and mine were moldy.)
1:28: CUSS AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS BECAUSE JUSTIN'S TRUCK WONT START!!!!
1:30: Get friendly neighbors involved to "jump" the truck and in the mean time, am offered THEIR car to run to Harps. (Thanks Jessica...you rock)
1:35: Arrive at Harps (its less than a mile from my house), get new bags...leave and "go to the car"...but, I was on mental vacation and tried to get in a car that I THOUGHT was Jessica's. HA HA HA HA...I felt like a dunce! WRONG CAR SHELLI!!! Ha ha ha ha.
1:50: Arrive back home, truck is running...HOORAY!...vacuum the house and dust.
Peace again!
2:00: MUST BLOG ABOUT THIS DAY SO FAR...AND IT'S ONLY 2:00 IN THE AFTERNOON!
This is my day (so far)...hour by hour:
8:30: Wake up to have breakfast w/ The Hirschy's, Lafe and Jenn, Stu and the Jones' (us).
9:00: Breakfast consists of the Jones' and Stu. The other "playa's" stood us up.
10:30: Arrive home, via Stu, since Justin left for Tulsa in my Honda at the completion of said breakfast. (We were at the Cracker Barrell if you were wondering)
12:00: I decide to vacuum the floors and realize that I need to change the vacuum bag. Where oh where are those vacuum bags? Ah yes...in the bottom of my very stuffed storage closet.
12:05: Starting to realize that, no...I didn't pee pee on the floor...the carpet is SOAKED because my Carrier Air conditioning unit has LEAKED all over the floor of my storage closet. HUSBAND IS IN TULSA...WHAT SHOULD I DO?
12:10: Start unloading the entire closet from top to bottom...so far so good.
12:12: HOLY CRAP...the Christmas tree box is completely soaked...HOLY MOTHER...the carpet is black and green with MOLD!!!!!!! HOLY MOLY "WHOOPS I CRAPPED MY PANTS ADULT DIAPERS" CRUD-A-RONI SANDWICH, MOLD IS EVEN COVERING THE CARPET PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
12:15: GO INTO "I JUST REALIZED I'M A KATRINA VICTIM AND NEED TO CLEAN THE ENTIRE CLOSET WITH BLEACH" MODE!!!!
12:20: THE CARPET HAS TO GO IN THE DUMP...THE CARPET PAD HAS TO COME UP AND GO IN THE DUMP...THE CHRISTMAS TREE HAS TO (WAIT!, I really want to save that...time to inspect the damage.)...OK, THE CHRISTMAS TREE BOX AND LITTLE CARDBOARD BOX OF ORNAMENTS INSIDE MUST GO...but the Christmas tree is plastic, and has no visible mold...HOORAY! The Christmas tree can stay!
12:30: BLEACH-FEST 2007. I completely cleaned out the closet, pulled up all the carpet and carpet pad, threw out all the moldy/ruined items (which luckily only consisted of the carpet, pad, tree box, moldy paper vacuum bags, little shoe box and a few ornaments...it REALLY could have been worse) and loaded up a spray bottle with bleach and CLEANED THAT SUCKER FROM TOP TO BOTTOM. LITERALLY! I sprayed the walls from top to bottom...I coverd the concrete floors with bleach, I went along the seems of the walls and floors extensively with bleach. I sprayed the air conditioning unit down wiht bleach. I went crazy! Have you ever seen how mold reacts to bleach? It's quite amazing really...it, kind of, shrivels up and dies. It made me feel really good.
(For my friends reading this blog that are highly alergic to mold...uh, hum: Karen....please be reassured; I CLEANED THAT CLOSET LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS!!!!! THAT MOLD IS GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
1:00: allow the "bleach" to dry for about 15 minutes.
1:15: load the closet back up in a more organized (if I do say so myself) manner. TURN OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER COMPLETELY (Thank God its cool today) so that it doesn't leak anymore.
1:25: Head out the door to run to Harps and buy NEW vacuum bags. (remember...that's how the whole things started...and mine were moldy.)
1:28: CUSS AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS BECAUSE JUSTIN'S TRUCK WONT START!!!!
1:30: Get friendly neighbors involved to "jump" the truck and in the mean time, am offered THEIR car to run to Harps. (Thanks Jessica...you rock)
1:35: Arrive at Harps (its less than a mile from my house), get new bags...leave and "go to the car"...but, I was on mental vacation and tried to get in a car that I THOUGHT was Jessica's. HA HA HA HA...I felt like a dunce! WRONG CAR SHELLI!!! Ha ha ha ha.
1:50: Arrive back home, truck is running...HOORAY!...vacuum the house and dust.
Peace again!
2:00: MUST BLOG ABOUT THIS DAY SO FAR...AND IT'S ONLY 2:00 IN THE AFTERNOON!
posted by Shelli at
1:46 PM
5 Comments:
Shelli, your life can be a hyperactive comedy of errors and I love it!!!
Shelli, I'm so sorry you had a stinky day (no pun intended). I am thankful that you have made mine. I LOVE reading your blog. You really should think about writing a book "A Day in the Life of Shelli Jones." Just an idea.
Shelli, sorry Jen and I couldn't make it. So very sleepy. It was so very hard for me to get out of bed. So Sorry, so sorry.
Lafe, that is a crappy excuse. Everyone's tired in the morning.
Shelli, way to get that mold! I know the horrors of what will happen if you don't find it in time. You saved yourself years of misery and hundreds of dollars in lawyers fees :)
Oh Holy Cow!!!
You had quite the day!!
But you were So Grown-Up!! Good Job! Not sure I would have behaved as well...I think whiney two-year-old Abbey would have come out to play. And by "play," I mean kick, scream, and break things. : )
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