Monday, March 2, 2009
It's Contagious
Funny how life goes and comes around. Just over a week ago I had the fun little burned bean experience. Today, my friend had a similar experience- only with a pot of potpourri on her stove instead of black beans. I feel for her in a huge way. She is a fabulous woman, so at least I am in good company on this one! I hadn't planned on saying any more about our smoke fun, but after talking to my friend I realized I needed to record for posterity the one other thing that I think really made a difference in clearing the air- literally. Like the Advanage last month, this a a blatant endorsement for a product only because it has saved my nose. 3M makes the Filterete 700 for furnaces. It happens to filter smoke. It does a wonderful job. I found it at Walmart for $8.88 plus tax. Worth every penny. I didn't find it until 3 or 4 days after our little incident so it could just be a coincidence that it made such a huge difference for us. All I know is that the day after I put it in and ran the heat, there was a very noticable difference in our air quality, not to mention the indoor temperature since I could now close all the doors and windows during the day. (My poor visiting teachers froze when they were here last week.) In fact, yesterday I didn't even think about the smell of smoke until after dinner. That was a very nice change. I hope you never need this information. However, since it appears that what ever "burn-something-on-the-stove" bug that is going around is "catchy", especially to people that know me, I throw out my 2 cents in the hopes it helps someone else. You may also want to think twice before having much contact with our family for a little while. I don't know how long we'll be contagious.
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I'm going to avoid using my stove...just to be safe!
They say things come in threes. Perhaps we should all eat out until that poor unlucky third person shows herself. Then I will feel safe to go back to cooking again. Hmmmmm. I wonder if my husband is going to buy this. :-)
So did your friends house at least smell better since it was potpourri?
Kathleen-
Unfortunately, no. Ash is still ash.
Hi Shannon, All I could think of was the French literal translation of potpourri-rotten pot. Guess your friend got to experience that. Also, I knew there was some comment I wanted to make, but couldn't remember it until just now. We turned our AC on Monday afternoon--was 86 degrees upstairs and the kids were melting. Me, too. My washing machine died, though. Does that count toward a nearly natural disaster? The repairman said my "transmission was smoked", oh fried, that was it. I had 'smoke' on the brain. If so, all you ladies get back to the stove!
From My friend, Carla's blog: totally cracked me up and had to share it with you. One of the speakers today in church was a lady who had an absolutely frightful experience! Her story went like this...
She usually isn't home during the day, but this particular day she was off and decided it was a great time to clean her upstairs closet. She said she was deep in "stuff" in her walk-in closet when she heard a thump from downstairs. Frozen with fear, she stopped and just listened. Thinking it was her imagination, she went back to work. Suddenly, there was another thump from downstairs, but this time it sounded a bit louder and was followed by some clinging sounds. WOW! She wanted to say she got down on her knees to pray (after all, this is a talk in church), but she said she ran for her cell phone and dialed 911. She flew back into the closet and hid in the corner as far away from the door as she could get. She tried to remain as calm as possible with the 911 operator, but the clinging and thumping were getting louder and she felt her whispering to the operator was getting louder too! After what seemed an eternity (but, was probably 3 minutes), the operator said the police were at her front door and back-up would be close behind. She crawled out of her hiding place and opened the closet door to the SMELL OF SMOKE!!! Now, she yells into the phone that the burglar has set her house on fire! As she reaches the landing of her stairs, she sees the police in the house, guns drawn, staring into her kitchen. It was just then, she remembered the dozen eggs she had put on the stove to boil and promptly forgot! They had boiled dry, exploded and hit the ceiling (right below her bedroom floor), and then crashed onto the stove and everywhere else. The eggs and pan were just starting to smoke and the kitchen was looking quite pathetic. The smoke alarm then started blaring.
The topic for her talk was "How to find peace in our everyday lives".
Her talk was quite a success.
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