Triplets (duh). Bad things (apparently). And juice cleanses (for me at least). Last week I did my third juice cleanse through Pangaea Earth Foods (remember Juice Cleanses 1 & 2?). This time B did it with me. Yep, you read that right. As with the last two times I dropped a few pounds during the cleanse and felt fresh and clean when it was through – ready to take on a few weeks of healthy eating. But this time it was definitely a lot harder to make it through the 3 days solid food-free. Maybe that’s a 3rd time juice cleanse thing? For what it’s worth, my friend AC agrees. So that totally makes it a thing.
The pic above is of Juice #1 on Day 2 – “Green Earth Smoothie”. And yes, it’s been Instagrammed. Shocker.
Anyone else doing any cleansing? Body? Home?
As I’m sure everyone has heard by now, the good old Book of Face made a big announcement today about turning all our FB data into a searchable database. Or, as data savvy
babes nerds like myself might say, query-able. So basically, without getting into too many details, this means that your posts, personal info, and photos will be accessible to more people, in more ways. It seems to be limited to going as far as friends of friends, but that’s still airing your dirty undies out for more people than you probably thought.
According to this article from NBC News, there are a few things you can do now to beef up your privacy settings so you’re not as accessible as you might be otherwise. It’s a quick read with some good tips. Take a look, it might just save your face (book). Or your dirty undo’s.
Side note, if you’re really observant you might have noticed the measly number of “likes” Keep It Neat has on FB. What gives? That’s all on you guys. So if you are reading this and are not “friends with” KIN on FB, how about changing that up? Remember, the more likes we get, the more viewers we’ll get, the more viewers we get the more advertising revenue we’ll earn (as in ANY), and with more ad revenue, the more likely it’ll be that I can quit my job to stay home and play with A and KP all day, and organize. And blog about it. Don’t you want to read those posts?! Look, I’ll even make it easier for you – click here, or on the blue Facebook button toward the bottom of this page, over on the right. I’ll even add a screenshot for you below this post. I’m spoon-feeding here – no excuses!
As promised, here’s an update on my lemon “bleached” dishtowels. I added some before & after & along-the-way shots above in case you were interested in trying it at home.
Clockwise from top left:
1. The “Before” pic of my favorite Crate & Barrel bar mops. Pretty dingy, and covered with small stains.
2. Next step, cut up 3-4 lemons.
3. Add lemon slices to big pot of cold water.
4. Bring the water & lemons to a boil, and add towels.
5. Lower the temp and let them sit for an hour. Remove and wash as you normally would.
6. Ta-da! The towels, post-bleaching.
So here are my honest thoughts: I’m not necessarily swooning over the results. The all around dinginess of the towels was replaced with whiteness, but the bleaching was no match for the real stains splotched over the towels. But they still do look a lot better from afar so I’ll take it. It was cheap and easy. And the kitchen smelled nice and fresh after boiling those lemons all afternoon. Until we cooked bacon for dinner.
Since I know you’re probably dying to know how my office women’s restroom signs are doing, I thought I’d give you this little update: it’s not looking good. Actually, I take that back. The signs are still going strong in all most of the stalls, as you can see in the pic on the left above. But in one stall the sign has flopped over and not one bathroom-goer has attempted to fix it! Guess I’ll be hitting up the ladies room with some scotch tape this week. Remind me at the end of this post to tell the story about the last time I had to bring office supplies into a bathroom stall with me…
But back to the present day bathroom issues. You probably don’t recall (if you do you have way too much time on your hands) that I also requested that our facilities department fix the lack of hooks on several stall doors. It’s a really annoying thing to go into the bathroom really having to pee only to then see that there is no hook on the door for your stuff and then you have to unlock the door, go to the next stall, pray it has hooks, and if that one doesn’t boy you’re in trouble. You get the point. Needless to say they have not been replaced. Very disappointing, facilities. Verrrry disappointing. So I’ll be following up on that this week too.
And there you have it. That’s literally what I’m up to this week. Is that sad? Don’t answer that.
And now here’s the part where I reward you for reading this update with an embarrassing personal story about yours truly: The year was 2006. I was working as an audit associate for a big scary firm that shall remain unnamed. I was wearing black “Editor” pants by Express (they were my faves). I went to the ladies room at some point in the afternoon, only to realize I could see the floor through my pants when I sat down.
“That’s odd,” I thought. Upon closer examination I realized my pants had ripped at some point during the day from front to back. No joke. Entire crotch inseam was wide open. With several long hours to go at work and no chance at being able to go home to change pants, I needed to fix the situation pronto. So I did what any resourceful young auditor would do – I wrapped my cable knit v-neck sweater around my waist (standard attire back then was sweater over a button down – standard), went back to the audit room, told everyone what just happened, and grabbed the stapler to take it back to the ladies room among screams of “Do NOT bring that back in here!”. The tricky part was stapling my pants together without anyone wondering what the heck I was doing in there. But that was nothing a loud throaty fake cough couldn’t cover up: Aaahheeeeghhhmmm. Staple. Staple. Staple. AhhheeGGGGMM. Staple. In fact my performance was so good, a nice lady called back at me from the sink that I sound terrible and to take care of that cough. Lord knows what she really thought I was doing in there.
But staple-mending my pants worked pretty well actually. I almost forgot about the whole situation until I brought them to the dry cleaner the following week who looked at me like I was crazy. And little did I know back then in my young, work-hard-play-hard audit days that in just 7 short years I’d be bringing office supplies back into the ladies room as a mature, working mom. Ha. Real mature. NOT.
I am trying this natural bleach idea for my dish towels tonight and am so excited! Why am I doing this? Well, they are looking
a little disgustingly dingy, I don’t have (or want to buy) any bleach, and I’m trying out some natural cleaning ideas in an effort to be more green around the home. I know, I’m late to the game on freaking everything. The towels are in the dryer right now – I’ll be back with some action shots and results soon. Fingers crossed for successful bleaching! #whenlifegivesyoulemons…