Quotes About Cleaning

I'm very domestic; I love cleaning. I love cooking. I like waiting on people. I just like to make things. I don't break that down to be weakness, or the only things women can do, or putting me back 20 years.

Fraternities are bizarre because, as a pledge, some clown who wears Hollister & Co. flip-flops exclusively will make you clean his toilet with a toothbrush.

The citric acid in lemon juice makes it perfect for bleaching, disinfecting and cutting through grease. And olive oil is a great alternative to furniture polish.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

For me, being green means cleaning up the water. Water is the key. Start with water. You can't ignore the fact that that nearly 80% of US waterways are potentially poisoned - benzene, solvents, heavy metals, pharmaceuticals.

I want to keep upgrading my routines and focus on cleaning them up and being consistent.

I don't live my life as a writer. I'm a mother, an African-American woman, and I do everything that everybody else does - cook and a little bit of cleaning.

I've been trying really hard to be more domesticated. It's not in my nature to clean and cook, and so I've been really good about it.

I can clean my own house. Now, maybe a couple of times a year we have a cleaning crew come in before we have a party, but otherwise, I'm able to maintain it myself.

I love a Dustbuster. You go around, pick up little crumbs, and everything is nice again.

I was illustrating, and I was cleaning people's houses; I was doing whatever I could to take care of my kid as a single parent.

Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them.

I had the most boring office job in the world...I used to clean the windows on envelopes.

The zen of housecleaning allows one to reach inner peace.

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.

Can we talk now?" she asked. "Nay, we need to . . . load the dishwasher." He padded into the kitchen and took his time rinsing everything in the sink before stacking it into the machine. He even scrubbed the pot he'd warmed the soup in. When he closed the dishwasher, she was waiting there, holding a mop. She offered it to him. "Do you want to clean the floors now? And sweep the porch? I think the antlers on the moose head need polishing.

Jenks watched for a moment from the rim of the bucket, then said, You look like a porno star on your hands and knees, mopping in your underwear. Push it baby he moaned. Push it!

You two. You can do a cleaning spell. One slurred, But Nixie, I'm really pre-hung-over. Nix's eyes went wide. Do it, or the photos go live! The witch shook her fist to the sky, crying, Damn you, Valkyrie! Damn you and your digital ways!

I was so emotional. Choked up. I could hardly talk all day. I'll be cleaning out my trailer and saying goodbye soon, realizing what a wonderful experience this has been.

When we realize we can make a buck cleaning up the environment, it will be done!

The thoughts could easily paralyze her, and she needed to be sharp. She needed a plan. For now, it was easier to do something useful with her hands. Cleaning had kept her busy all those lonely years in the castle. It could keep her busy again for another few hours.

That was the nice thing about housework. No matter how dirty something got, you could fix it.

Cost to clean deeply soiled rugs: $200. Cost to replace shiny, black, stack-heeled, pilgrim-toed boots: $185. Cost to fix every single delicious table and chair leg in the house: $490. Life with two shelter dogs: fucking priceless.