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Rug Doctor

My carpets have been in need of serious attention and rather than hire somebody to clean them, in true do-it-yourself fashion, I rented a Rug Doctor last night and started the healing process myself this morning. It cost me over $300 to have somebody clean 2 small bedrooms and very small hallway last time I had it done professionally, so the $26 rental fee for the extra-wide model, as well as the fact that you can get them anywhere from Eckerd's to the grocery store sounded really good.

I have to say that other than the 3 hours of sweat-inducing effort, it was a pretty simple task. I won't even tell you about the water I dumped. I can't quite bring myself to confess the state of it. Let's just say I've resolved to do this job a lot more often from now on.

Most satisfying was that I did the entire job myself, including moving the necessary furniture, going to get the apparatus, and working the machine--including all necessary dumpage and refilling. Well, maybe not the entire job. There are some furniture pieces that need to be moved back after the carpet is dry tonight. I may muster up some help for that...but not because I need it. Just because I don't feel like doing it all myself.

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Paula said…
Hey, great minds think alike! I just cleaned my carpets three days ago. If you can, please join me in prayers for CJ at my site today. Thanks my friend!
8/01/2007 1:47 PM
Unknown said…
I've been one to tackle my own carpet cleaning too. I have my studio cleared out and it's just an empty room in there. I just tackled the carpet in there last week. However, I cheated; I had help moving all the stuff out plus seven hundred pounds of clay too. Well, I used the dolly for that job. Speaking of that, I have a mess to clean up now that the tile guy is gone.
8/01/2007 5:01 PM
Melanie said…
Don't tell my carpets. They'll be jealous and think they need a good cleaning too!
8/02/2007 11:12 AM
Anonymous said…
my carpets need to be cleaned as well :)
8/04/2007 8:49 AM
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