Thursday, April 18, 2013

Orange Vinegar Cleaner (Pin Tested)

I'm a huge Pinterest lover. I've tried quite a few DIY projects I found through Pinterest. The most recent one was the orange peels in vinegar cleaner. I was excited because my husband hates the smell of vinegar and I was hoping it would make it a little easier when I did a massive clean on our tile floors. I know most of the pins say to put it in a spray bottle and use it to clean counters and things like that so I tried that before attempting it on the floors. This had to be a great cleaner with so many pins and likes and rave reviews right?

WRONG!




Here are the problems I had with this cleaner.
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I had 6 orange peels in with my vinegar and still, after 2 weeks, all I could smell was vinegar.

The orange peels soaked up so much of the vinegar that I only got half of what I put in, out. I had to dilute the cleaner down to even make it usable

The product that did come out (even after I diluted it) was a beautiful orange color and, when used, the stickiest crap I've ever sprayed anywhere. I had to re clean everything it touched because it left a horribly tacky residue.

With the amount I got out of the jar I would have only been able to clean my counters a few more times before I'd have to make more. I can't eat that many oranges in such a short period of time.

Pinterest cleaning folks you have failed me, this time.

Friday, April 12, 2013

About Kindess & How I'm All Out Of It Today

I am all out of kindness today and that kindness ran out at around 11am. I went in to get a cup of coffee, or Chai Tea, and I asked for an extra shot today. It was one of those days. When I got out to my car I tasted what should have been a fantastic "Dirty Chai" only to find that it lacked it's dirtiness. Needless to say I wasn't happy but at this point I was OK. I still had a little kindness left in me. When I told the barista the problem I was met with "well I did put a shot in so I'm not sure what the problem is". Uh ... I know what espresso tastes like and there isn't a drop to be found in this drink. I politely stated that no, there wasn't a shot. This time I was told "well I'll put another shot in but I don't know if you'll like that". No you won't put another shot in. You'll put the original shot, that was supposed to be there in the first place, in. I was there glared at. No, seriously, glared at while she put the shot in. Of course me being me glared right back. When I finally got my drink, after more back and forth than I mentioned before, I smugly looked at the barista and with a horrible f-you tone to my voice said "NOW there's a shot in there". 

Needless to say it took all the kindness I had left not to jump over the counter, wrap my hands around her neck (and I just tried to spell neck with a K at the beginning), and choke the smug life out of her.

Kindness leaves me quickly when I'm challenged and I know I'm right.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Family (& How Some Of The Members Can Suck)

I live within 250 miles of all 40+ members on my mother's side of the family.  Everyone likes to pretend that they get along with everyone else. I, however, do not pretend to care for all of them.

I wish I could say that I didn't have any family members that sucked but, alas, I do. 

One of my uncles, and a friend of his, built a house and due to circumstances out of my control I had to leave the house I was currently in. Thankfully the uncle's house was available. My husband and I were told that we could live there until we purchased our own home, which would have been a 4 to 5 year stretch. We paid a good amount of rent, kept the place clean, and were not bothersome. We even helped finish the house. We painted, cleaned things up, and made sure everything was in good working order. Eighteen months later my uncle kicked us out, knowing we had no place to go, so he could move from his smaller home into the one we were in. Not only that his friend is paying for everything. My uncle is living rent free with no bills because he's a heartless bastard who felt taking advantage of his family wasn't a big deal. He lied to me every chance he got and I had to find out from another family member, who supported what he did to me (saying my uncle deserved it because he didn't make much money and we needed to get over it because my husband makes good money), what he'd done. I am now expected to forget what he did, without so much as an acknowledgment that he is a leech and a douchebag, so that I'm not the asshole that doesn't attend family functions.

SERIOUSLY FOLKS?!?!

Family. You don't have to like them, you don't even have to love them, but don't pretend that all is well when you know damn well it's not.