Wednesday, November 7, 2007
White Tiger - Wordless Wednesday
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Support The Cure With A Clean House
First of all, I own a Dyson. Not only do I absolutely love it because every other vacuum I have ever owned has broken in a year with all the pet hair that is in my humble abode, but they never quite sucked very good no matter what kind I purchased.
So when our last one broke, we went all out and bought a Dyson. I am in love with it. It was purchased over 3 years ago. Last year, it wasnt working so well, so I called Dyson and they sent me to a shop that they qualify to fix Dyson's and they did it free!!!!!! Of coarse it was still under warranty but now it is still running amazing.
You can purchase a PINK, YES I SAID PINK DYSON at Amazon.com and $40 out of every sale of a PINK DYSON will go to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.
I think that Dyson is amazing for doing this, because who doesnt want a Dyson bagless vacuum????
So when our last one broke, we went all out and bought a Dyson. I am in love with it. It was purchased over 3 years ago. Last year, it wasnt working so well, so I called Dyson and they sent me to a shop that they qualify to fix Dyson's and they did it free!!!!!! Of coarse it was still under warranty but now it is still running amazing.
You can purchase a PINK, YES I SAID PINK DYSON at Amazon.com and $40 out of every sale of a PINK DYSON will go to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.
I think that Dyson is amazing for doing this, because who doesnt want a Dyson bagless vacuum????
Labels: Product Spotlight
Fall Poem
Leaves
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
- Elsie Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
- Elsie Brady
Labels: Poem
