Poll, Pole? I suppose, there is a difference.
You guys, you almost lost me and I’d hate to think how that might affect your lives.
I kid. But, not really. I was at my wits end and almost scrapped it all, flushed it down the drain, threw it out with the garbage, tossed it into my past. My blog that is.
After much going back and forth with the WordPress people and me completely screwing up my blog trying to fix it, my newest favorite person Sajib, saved the day. Please note his job title:
Where do you go to get a degree in happiness engineering? Sign.me.up.
I’m back in the business of not making money.
I am NEVER ever moving my blog again. NEVER.
Even the best of friends can disagree
A little backstory: My girlfriend Kelly and I are in general, twins, soul sisters. We have the same outlook on life, politics, life in general. We laugh at the same things. We enjoy the same movies/TV. We eat the same way; we can almost always split a meal because we enjoy the exact same foods. We enjoy the exact same wine. We tend to wear the same type of clothing, although, she’s a skinny Minnie and I am not any longer considered a skinny anything. We’ve showed up places wearing almost the same clothing more times than I can count over the last 30 years.
Kelly and Don have been integral with setting up the mountain house; Don hung all the TV’s, helped Coach set up wifi, Sonos, cameras, etc…Kelly is my decorator du jour because we essentially have the same taste. To be clear, we essentially have the same excellent taste, just ask us.
BUT, one thing we did not agree with was the fact that she thought I needed and iron and ironing board for the mountain house. I don’t think anyone will ever use it. I have not pulled out my ironing board in a few years. I do have a steamer, but even that hasn’t seen the light of day in at least 10 months.
Some of my favorite people do polls on their blog (Ally Bean & Kari) and I really enjoy them. Well, Kari had one regarding farts this past week, so, it’s a *crapshoot* regarding the topic.
*I made myself LOL
So, I’m getting on the poll board. Please share your thoughts so I can tell Kelly she’s a lunatic.
And speaking of irons, because who doesn’t
My Mom was a waitress most of her life and her polyester uniforms always needed to be ironed. She (or I) generally ironed them in our kitchen area on an ironing board. BUT, sometimes, she ironed them in her bedroom. On.her.bed.
This one time (not at band camp) she forgot to turn off the iron. Mom, Mark and I were out and when we returned to our apartment, it was smoky and smelly as hell. Way worse than Kari’s farts. I still remember the firemen dragging the mattress down our carpeted stairs and out the front door. Burnt fibers from the bed and our melted green carpet everywhere. Ummm.., have you ever smelled burnt rubber? Pretty damn bad. When I went to school the next day, everyone asked me why I smelled so weird; as if 7th grade could have been any worse. We couldn’t sleep in our apartment for many nights and all clothing and linens inside had to be laundered. My Mom was horrified at what had happened. *sigh*
To wrap this up:
My blog is working properly.
Even soul sisters can find something to disagree about.
I’ve added my first poll and I need to know your thoughts.
Don’t iron on your bed. Or, just don’t iron.
Busy Bee Suz 
So timely- I just ironed my dress last night IN MY HOTEL ROOM. I used to iron all the time. Ironing my dad’s work shirts was one of my chores as a 12/13 yr old. My dad thought he was funny so he told his mom to bring me hangers for Christmas. She didn’t get the ‘joke’ till she saw my face.
Anyway my dress had a big crease right down the center where I folded it. Casual dress. Casual outing but I pulled out the iron in our room. Something I have never done before.
Rather than iron at home: I embrace non-wrinkle stuff especially for Coach. Other stuff, I yank out of dryer. If I forget? I re-wash.
So glad you had a happiness engineer fix your blog. We need you in these here parts. Does he handle non blog situations? If so, can I have his number?
Oh- and the iron on the bed story, SCARY!
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Well if you are ironing clothing, then you are a bonafide adult!
I’m not a fan of your dad’s gift nor his gesture. Not.very.nice.
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I usually grab a spray bottle filled with water and spray it, then toss it in the dryer. Or, if I’m lazy, toss the wrinkled thing in the dryer with my shower towel. Or use my steamer.
We grew up ironing on a thick towel on the kitchen table or countertop. I still do that IF I HAVE TO.
I wonder how many people have ever tried ironing clothes using their curling irons or flatirons? That’s a poll I’d really love to see.
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OOH, now spraying a wrinkled piece of clothing with a water bottle and ironing it qualifies as self-care. I change my answer.
But I still won’t buy an ironing board.
Also, I have flat ironed my clothing in a pinch.
Because I don’t own either a board or an iron.
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I remember the spritzing/dryer trick.
Oh my, the flat iron. Reminds me that my silly Niece who has a thick head of hair once used an iron to straighten it way before the flat irons were aplenty!
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Flat ironing clothing? Now, that is clever!
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I like that you called me clever when I was really being lazy. 😂
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So great your blog got fixed!
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I voted “what’s an iron”.
First, everyone needs a Kelly.
Second, everyone needs a Suz.
Third, I haven’t owned an ironing board since 2006.
My mom is an ironer, God love her. She actually gets stress relief from ironing. But I get stress relief from cleaning and organizing my home. Everyone has a weird thing.
I am glad you aren’t quitting blogging because your blog is one of the blogs saving my life right now. I am not joking. This is not “hyperbole”. Did I just use that correctly?
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You are too kind. Thank you for the compliment.
Your Mom still irons? I think I must have, over the years shifted our wardrobe to a different, friendlier fabric because I don’t think I own anything that could benefit from an iron.
I think the last thing I ironed was a table runner and it doesn’t even fit me anymore.
So, you really think I know what hyperbole means? 😉
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No. I don’t think I know what hyperbole means.
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I’m not a good at ironing. I answered that I’d go to a nudist colony but I suppose that’s a lie, now that I think about it. Perhaps I should feign confusion about what an iron is…
I’m glad you’ve made it to the other side with your blog. Also it’s nice to read about a Happiness Engineer that brought happiness. All is well in Suz-land *yay*
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Happiness Engineer; the best title ever.
Life is good and I’ll not complain about anything. Today.
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YAY!! I’m glad your blog is back to (more or less) normal! The last time I was here, there was no formatting and it wouldn’t let me comment — imagine, THE NERVE. So welcome back!
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Debra, it was a horror movie. 🙂
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I had to pull out the iron when my older son graduated grade nine and needed his shirt to be ironed. Other than that, I haven’t ironed since probably 2003 when I worked in an office and wore a lot of ironed shirts.
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I have an Iron and one of those tabletop ironing boards. They both look practically brand new because I only use them for certain craft projects. I don’t iron anything and can’t remember when I last did. Funny she should think you needed one.
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