Mopping up

Okay, back to the tips and tricks portion of our game plan.

I found a GREAT product last week. I will ALWAYS try something out for at the very least a week, before I recommend it to you.. or tell ya to steer clear. This way I give everything a chance and you can be sure I did.

I don’t know about you, but with four kids keeping my floors clean is well… pretty much impossible. I’ve gone through just about every mop or mopping system out there. I’ve even considered calling up the U.S. Navy to find out where the heck to get the stuff they used to make us put on the floors before we spent three hours buffing the broken 80 year old tiles to a reflective glow. I still don’t get the point in that exercise.

I have both laminate and tile in high traffic areas in my house. And by “high traffic” I mean… kids, cats, mud covered clod hoppers, hot wheels race tracks and a cooking style that resembles a Jackson Pollack mural! So you can guess I’ve got the dirt on dirty floors right? I’ve pretty much given up on anything other than slowing the growth of new life forms on the floor. Then I found this new mop. My heart lurched when our gaze first met. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried using a magic eraser sponge. But boy howdy those things are like magic.. huh maybe that’s how they got the name? Anywho.. they make a mop and get this folks.. it works like magic too!

So run out my Mommy minions and grab one. They work with my regular floor cleaner and I also tried their brand. We may not be able to see our reflections like back in my Navy days, but I’m okay with that. At least my floors are clean. And to be honest I’m good with avoiding the wall mirrors and not having to deal with a reflective floor too.

Marsha Marsha Marsha

I had a completely different post all lined up in my busy brain today. I signed on this morning and bam! I couldn’t let this topic go no matter how I tried. Maybe writing about it will erase the mental images..hopefully.

It seems that Maureen McCormick, aka Marsha Brady has written a “tell all” book about her days on The Brady Bunch TV show in the 70s. Come on! Can’t any of my fond childhood memories remain sacred?! First it was Mrs. Brady pulling a Mrs. Robinson with Greg.. eeeewww! Then came the fall of my tweenage crush on Rick Springfield. Turns out he thinks smacking Jessie’s girl around is how to make her “his”. Now floating around out there will be tales of Marsha and Jan doing the “I kissed a girl” thing. And oh BIG surprise people where doing cocaine on set… um it was the 70s people BIG SHOCKER there!

So this family that was so perfect in my 9 year old brain, with the cool ranch style tracked house, the popular kids helping out the dorks, mom and dad still hot for each other, a house maid (lord I wish I had one of those now!) isn’t. Nope it turns out Dad was in the closet. Mom had a thing for her son. The two older daughters where busy questioning their sexuality. Baby Cindy was hitting the hooch. My god what was the house keeper up to? I shutter to think about what the dog did!

Now I haven’t read the book, and don’t have any intent to. I don’t much care what they’ve all done with their lives. What is it with the publishing obsession with the “tell all” genre? Okay, so there is an audience for it. But can I once again just put in my two cents and say with conviction.. eeeewwww!

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