Hey blog fans!
Remember my recent posting about Just A Drop? The miracle product that probably saved my marriage?
I received my care package from the makers of the Just A Drop. Inside was a smorgasbord of Just A Drop goodies for me to try out. There were new bottles of the original product, which I neglected to mention last time has a wonderfully refreshing eucalyptus scent ... makes your washroom smell like a craft store.
There was also a box of their single-use packs. Now, if you've ever had to deal with a bowel disorder, you will understand what I mean when I say that these single-use packs are an absolute Godsend. I've already used them a few times at the dojang where I train ... one washroom inside the women's change room, and one inside the dojang itself. Neither is the kind of place you want to walk out of after you've caused it to smell like an outhouse, 'cause everyone will know it was YOU. These single-use packs are brilliant. Sheer genius. They work 100% as advertised. I can't tell you how absolutely thrilled I am to have some in my purse right now. If I had a limited amount of space in my purse and I had to choose between carrying some of these single-use packs and - oh, I don't know, say - pictures of my family, I'd choose the Just A Drop and wouldn't even bat an eyelash.
And then there are the bottles of the two new Just A Drop scents - Floral Oasis and Refreshing Spring. I never thought I'd be this excited to go to the bathroom! :)
Showing posts with label stink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stink. Show all posts
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
My New Not-So-Secret Weapon
Listen up, people. I've found a product that just might save your marriage.
I first heard of Just A Drop on one of our local morning shows. It's a magical blue liquid that comes in a teeny tiny bottle. You apparently squirt one single drop into the toilet bowl BEFORE you...ummm...do your duty, and it supposedly eliminates ALL subsequent odour. The hostess of the morning show was gushing about how wonderful this product is and how unbelievably well it works.
I was just as skeptical as you are.
And then my husband started working out at the gym. And he started consuming large amounts of whey protein and various protein bars on a more-than-regular basis.
I don't know if it's because of the whey protein, or because he's missing half of a colon no thanks to a nasty brush with colon cancer, or a combination of both, but HOLY CRAP (pardon the pun) that man can clear a room! I'm talking eye-watering, blame the dog and evacuate the house kind of stink. To make matters worse, most of this extra heavy duty concentrated super-stink occurs in our en-suite bathroom. Yup, I get to wake up to this lovely aroma. Kind of like getting drunk and waking up to find yourself in a poorly maintained barn and not knowing how you got there.
Anyhow, hubby and I were wandering through the aisles of The Big Bad W store yesterday, and out of the corner of my eye I spot a tiny blue glint of colour. After several months of whey-induced stink, I've decided I'll try just about anything to protect my nose and the noses of my children. So I grabbed a bottle (which was quite reasonably priced, all things considered) and we headed for home.
Reading the ingredients list, I was quite impressed. It's made from all-natural plant extracts, so it's safe for your plumbing or sceptic systems or whatever you've got going on, although I wouldn't recommend tasting it yourself. It comes with a little holder that sticks to the wall, so you can put it right next to the toilet rather than hiding it in the medicine cabinet, and that way everyone will be more likely to remember to use it (let's face it ladies, this problem isn't restricted to the Y chromosome, although they do seem to take more pride in it than we do).
Hubby was the first to try it when we got home. He came out of the washroom and announced that he thought it worked pretty well, but would leave the final verdict up to me. Thanks, honey. I screwed up my courage and went to face the music. I was stunned. I had to ask hubby to confirm that he actually did something in there. There was no trace of any smell at all! It was magical, and it almost brought tears of joy to my eyes.
They also make these cute little travel packs so you can take it with you to work or parties or wherever you might want to avoid having to hide in your bathroom stall until everyone else leaves in disgust before showing your face.
I highly and enthusiastically recommend this product to anyone and everyone who uses a toilet. :)
I first heard of Just A Drop on one of our local morning shows. It's a magical blue liquid that comes in a teeny tiny bottle. You apparently squirt one single drop into the toilet bowl BEFORE you...ummm...do your duty, and it supposedly eliminates ALL subsequent odour. The hostess of the morning show was gushing about how wonderful this product is and how unbelievably well it works.
I was just as skeptical as you are.
And then my husband started working out at the gym. And he started consuming large amounts of whey protein and various protein bars on a more-than-regular basis.
I don't know if it's because of the whey protein, or because he's missing half of a colon no thanks to a nasty brush with colon cancer, or a combination of both, but HOLY CRAP (pardon the pun) that man can clear a room! I'm talking eye-watering, blame the dog and evacuate the house kind of stink. To make matters worse, most of this extra heavy duty concentrated super-stink occurs in our en-suite bathroom. Yup, I get to wake up to this lovely aroma. Kind of like getting drunk and waking up to find yourself in a poorly maintained barn and not knowing how you got there.
Anyhow, hubby and I were wandering through the aisles of The Big Bad W store yesterday, and out of the corner of my eye I spot a tiny blue glint of colour. After several months of whey-induced stink, I've decided I'll try just about anything to protect my nose and the noses of my children. So I grabbed a bottle (which was quite reasonably priced, all things considered) and we headed for home.
Reading the ingredients list, I was quite impressed. It's made from all-natural plant extracts, so it's safe for your plumbing or sceptic systems or whatever you've got going on, although I wouldn't recommend tasting it yourself. It comes with a little holder that sticks to the wall, so you can put it right next to the toilet rather than hiding it in the medicine cabinet, and that way everyone will be more likely to remember to use it (let's face it ladies, this problem isn't restricted to the Y chromosome, although they do seem to take more pride in it than we do).
Hubby was the first to try it when we got home. He came out of the washroom and announced that he thought it worked pretty well, but would leave the final verdict up to me. Thanks, honey. I screwed up my courage and went to face the music. I was stunned. I had to ask hubby to confirm that he actually did something in there. There was no trace of any smell at all! It was magical, and it almost brought tears of joy to my eyes.
They also make these cute little travel packs so you can take it with you to work or parties or wherever you might want to avoid having to hide in your bathroom stall until everyone else leaves in disgust before showing your face.
I highly and enthusiastically recommend this product to anyone and everyone who uses a toilet. :)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Got Skunk?
What a lovely way to start the day.
I was woken up at 5:00 in the blessed AM by hubby dearest swearing like a trucker. The bleeping dog had gotten sprayed by a bleeping skunk ... yet again.
This isn't a new routine for us. The bleeping dog, and her bleeping predecessor, had been sprayed by skunks before, always at ungodly hours of the morning. You see, hubby dearest works these wonderful shifts, and so, he feels he is doing the good dog-daddy thing by letting the dog out for a pee before he heads off to work. This is despite (or, perhaps, in spite of) my repeated requests to stop because - d'uh! - there are bleeping skunks in the area and, being nocturnal animals, they're all heading home for a good night's - or day's - rest at precisely that time of morning.
What I find amusing about this whole ordeal is that the inevitable comment that follows a multiple spraying like this is, "You'd think she'd learn her lesson after the first time."
Oh, yes. Of all the characters involved in this comedy, you'd think the dog would be the one to learn the lesson. As intelligent as she is ... and she is extremely intelligent ... she is, in fact, a dog. She is a highly prey-driven, chase-anything-that-moves kind of dog, to boot. Would I expect her to take a face-full of fresh eau de skunk as a lesson to stop chasing little things that run? That would be nice, but I'm not holding my breath (well, technically I am, but that's not what I mean here).
I immediately embarked on my virtual quest for skunk-spray remedies. I've come across one interesting recipe, repeatedly, which everyone swears will works like a charm. The directions involve peroxide, baking soda and liquid dish soap ... oh, yes, and a pair of thick rubber gloves. The recipe also cautions that you should keep the mixture in an open container, as enclosing it with a lid might cause it to explode.
Forgive me, but I'm a little hesitant to pour a volatile concoction, with the potential for combustion, onto my dog's head. Call me old-fashioned, but I'm funny that way.
What other options do I have? Well, it's not likely that she'll spend the rest of the season in the back yard. She's been out there for 4 hours now and has almost figured out how to open the patio door by herself. She's most definitely an indoor dog, and doesn't take kindly to being separated from her pack. The last time I went to the back door to make sure she was OK, she gave me an intense stare and then ... I swear to you ... with her nose, she pointed at the door handle. She was very clearly saying, "Look, I've had quite enough 'fresh' air now. Would you open the freakin' door already?"
I can't very well put her in the car and take her to a groomer or to the pet store to pick up some dog-safe product with which to bathe her. Aside from the fact that hubby dearest would probably divorce me for stinking up the truck that badly, I do have two young children who would have to come with me, and I think enclosing them in a car with her at the moment could be construed as child abuse.
I also can't leave her in the back yard while I go out. Not only is she a chaser, but she's a climber as well. As soon as I would walk out the front door, she would scale the measly 4 foot fence just like a cat. Now that I think of it, she must have learned that particular trick from all the cats she's chased out of our yard over the years. Gee, thanks, puss!
So, she'll have to spend the day out back, offending our neighbours, until hubby gets home from work and one of us can go shopping. In the mean time, my biggest challenge will be keeping the kids from inadvertently letting her into the house during their various daytime wanderings. That task should prove a bit of a challenge - kind of like trying to build a dam out of a pair of pantyhose.
I was woken up at 5:00 in the blessed AM by hubby dearest swearing like a trucker. The bleeping dog had gotten sprayed by a bleeping skunk ... yet again.
This isn't a new routine for us. The bleeping dog, and her bleeping predecessor, had been sprayed by skunks before, always at ungodly hours of the morning. You see, hubby dearest works these wonderful shifts, and so, he feels he is doing the good dog-daddy thing by letting the dog out for a pee before he heads off to work. This is despite (or, perhaps, in spite of) my repeated requests to stop because - d'uh! - there are bleeping skunks in the area and, being nocturnal animals, they're all heading home for a good night's - or day's - rest at precisely that time of morning.
What I find amusing about this whole ordeal is that the inevitable comment that follows a multiple spraying like this is, "You'd think she'd learn her lesson after the first time."
Oh, yes. Of all the characters involved in this comedy, you'd think the dog would be the one to learn the lesson. As intelligent as she is ... and she is extremely intelligent ... she is, in fact, a dog. She is a highly prey-driven, chase-anything-that-moves kind of dog, to boot. Would I expect her to take a face-full of fresh eau de skunk as a lesson to stop chasing little things that run? That would be nice, but I'm not holding my breath (well, technically I am, but that's not what I mean here).
I immediately embarked on my virtual quest for skunk-spray remedies. I've come across one interesting recipe, repeatedly, which everyone swears will works like a charm. The directions involve peroxide, baking soda and liquid dish soap ... oh, yes, and a pair of thick rubber gloves. The recipe also cautions that you should keep the mixture in an open container, as enclosing it with a lid might cause it to explode.
Forgive me, but I'm a little hesitant to pour a volatile concoction, with the potential for combustion, onto my dog's head. Call me old-fashioned, but I'm funny that way.
What other options do I have? Well, it's not likely that she'll spend the rest of the season in the back yard. She's been out there for 4 hours now and has almost figured out how to open the patio door by herself. She's most definitely an indoor dog, and doesn't take kindly to being separated from her pack. The last time I went to the back door to make sure she was OK, she gave me an intense stare and then ... I swear to you ... with her nose, she pointed at the door handle. She was very clearly saying, "Look, I've had quite enough 'fresh' air now. Would you open the freakin' door already?"
I can't very well put her in the car and take her to a groomer or to the pet store to pick up some dog-safe product with which to bathe her. Aside from the fact that hubby dearest would probably divorce me for stinking up the truck that badly, I do have two young children who would have to come with me, and I think enclosing them in a car with her at the moment could be construed as child abuse.
I also can't leave her in the back yard while I go out. Not only is she a chaser, but she's a climber as well. As soon as I would walk out the front door, she would scale the measly 4 foot fence just like a cat. Now that I think of it, she must have learned that particular trick from all the cats she's chased out of our yard over the years. Gee, thanks, puss!
So, she'll have to spend the day out back, offending our neighbours, until hubby gets home from work and one of us can go shopping. In the mean time, my biggest challenge will be keeping the kids from inadvertently letting her into the house during their various daytime wanderings. That task should prove a bit of a challenge - kind of like trying to build a dam out of a pair of pantyhose.
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