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How to Wash Your Hairbrush

8 August 2010 - 4:08pm -- LaQuisha

from wikiHow - The How to Manual That You Can Edit
It's important to keep your hairbrush clean. This is a simple, fuss-free way to clean your hairbrush.

Steps

  1. Take a plug and plug your sink.
  2. Fill the sink with hot water.
  3. Pour a couple drops of shampoo.
  4. Use your hairbrush and stir the water so it is bubbly.
  5. Dip the hairbrush in the water.
  6. Wait 30 minutes.
  7. Unplug the plug.
  8. Take out any hair that is left on the hairbrush. The shampoo and hot water should have loosened any hairs.
  9. Rinse with cool water.
  10. There you go- completely clean!

Tips

  • You can also do this in a large bowl.

Warnings

  • There are germs in the sink, so consider washing the brush under hot water.

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National Radio

20 May 2010 - 2:18pm -- LaQuisha

Today's recommendation for leisure is to tune in to Kathryn Ryan's show Nine to Noon on National Radio. Trust me on this one, a morning spent pottering around home, or at your desk with a little radio, will be made quite divine with the addition of a little intelligent aural entertainment.

Help with Stain Removal

Ink
Fall to knees and plead "Why, God, why? Why doest thou test me so?"
Grass
Using a permanent marker write the name of your laundry detergent next to the stain. Wash. Hold up to camera and photograph the unbelievable result.
Blood
Place large iron on patch over stain. Apply heat for 60 seconds.
Grape Juice
Rub stain vigorously with wet paper towel from bathroom, muttering "Oh @#$!, @#$!, @#$!".
Wine
Apply gin and tonic to self until you no longer care about the stain.
Chewing gum
Using permanent marker, apply dotted line around stain, Cut carefully around dotted line.
Nail Polish
Nail polish stains are actually quite lovely. Spill more polish onto the fabric for a delightful "home crafted" look.

A moral dilemma

17 July 2005 - 4:08pm -- LaQuisha

I received this query the other day:

I have a moral dilemma.
I am torn between kicking my neighbour's cat up the bum, or remaining a true cat person and dealing with the fact that the little Haggis comes thru my windows and pees in places it shouldn't in my home.
I cannot shut my windows as my own moggy needs access and refuses to use a cat door.
What can I do? Confused

Ah, the old problem of how to stop the next door neighbours cat stinkying up the place.
Sadly, there is no sure-fire cure (except possibly the air rifle - but that would only lead to an armed offenders call out, and honestly, who can be bothered?).
But, here are some hints:
1. If bad kitty is digging in indoor pot plants, then get some nice smooth stones from the beach and put them on top of the soil. If bad kitty can't dig, then bad kitty won't poo either.
2. While researching ways to stop my darling Push Push (photos here: http://www.laquisha.co.nz/pussy ) digging in my flower garden I discovered that orange peels are repulsive to cats. And even worse is Cayenne pepper, while I would not inflict cayenne on by precious boobikins, I would unleash it on the bad-cat-next-door.
3. If yucky-cat has befouled any carpet or furnishings, get them professionally cleaned. As, unlike lightening, cat's will strike in the same place twice. This also has the added benefit of preventing you appearing to be a crazy cat lady when you have company.
4. Get a super-soaker. If you catch stupid-puss in the act, soak it.
Yours in most gracious servitude
LaQuisha

A grizzly home hint

24 March 2005 - 4:04pm -- LaQuisha

Well, here's something I wish I didn't know how to do: tonight I learnt how to remove rats blood from carpet.

I promise it wasn't due to communing with the dark lord, no much more gruesome. My aging, arthritic-tabby chose this dreadful stormy night to bring home the bacon.

A live squeaking rat.

I was lying on the couch, engrossed in Coronation Street, wondering what Sinita will do if she really is pregnant, when I heard a horrible noise. Like a comb pulled over a balloon.

I suspected home invasion by the wee people. But no, it was my pussy bearing a large rodent.

So I did what any sane woman would do, I reached for my cell phone and called my husband. He instructed me to close the doors to prevent the rat escaping in the rest of the house.

What I did was brutal, and I may not be able to sleep. I put on a pair of gardening gloves, picked up the twitching rat by its tail. Ignored the cats attempt to recapture it. Opened a second story window and dropped the rat out.

It was then that I discovered ratty had left a splattering of blood on the carpet.

Damn.

OK, so here's my handy hint: laundry powder (the kind with 'hungry enzymes') will remove rat's blood from the carpet.

This seems like a good idea to share. By strange coincidence I had looked up the definition of "Cat" in my New Penguin English Dictionary. I thought the first six words of the definition were especially apt:

cat /kat/ noun a small furry flesh-eating mammal...

Telemarketing

13 March 2005 - 5:04pm -- LaQuisha

I was inspired by Sally's piece on the horrors of calling the phone company, to write about that other horror of the telephone - the dreaded Telemarketer.

I've got a remarkably simple strategy, ask them to hold (they always do).

Go to the fridge and get a carrot.

Eat the carrot noisily into the phone while they quiz you on your fizzy-drink consumption habits.

Say no to anything they ask.

I did this the other day, quite innocently, as I happened to be snaking on carrot sticks when I was called. But it must have been revolting for the Telemarketer.

That is all

Loves
LaQuisha 

 

God bless all the little children

27 February 2005 - 5:04pm -- LaQuisha

Bon Jour la Darlings,

My dear Husband has started to resemble a human being again, hopefully this is a permanent state of affairs (for those of you who haven't been following my latest adventures: Darling husband quit smoking last week, and was immediately possessed by foul spirits from the demonic realms).

I had a delightful weekend and popped down to see the Cuba St-Carnival Parade. It was like Rio de Janeiro, except the participants were much, much paler.

I was lucky enough to be accompanied by three small children, ranging from two to seven years old.

Now, as we all know, due to a cruel twist of nature I am unable to have children. And for the most part I am quite happy with this state of affairs. As I am convinced that children are mobile poohing machines.

But these little cherubs were adorable. I even got to give one a piggy back so she could see the parade, though I did fear that she would soil her nappies while riding my beehive (she didn't).

So, today's leisure recommendation:

  • get some cute little children, making sure the parents are on standby in case of a mood swing, and have fun!

Watching Habits

15 February 2005 - 5:04pm -- LaQuisha

Surprisingly, I had a lot in common with the Mormon boys. We all try and live the good life, avoiding the sins of the flesh and unwholesome pursuits. And, by strange coincidence, I had happened across the Mormon website a few days earlier while researching the media for a story.

I found myself agreeing with some of their principals around film and television. They caution their membership to be aware of what they chose to watch, as the images and messages have more impact than we give them credit.

I myself avoid watching "The Apprentice" as I find the show espouses the virtues of hard work more that I feel comfortable with. Another one that I avoid is the network news, as it is always so ghastly to hear about the tragedies that are befalling the world. I have enough of my own personal tragedies to deal with. What, with my bulimic tabby despoiling my cream carpet, and my Alfa Romeo, which only accepts extra virgin olive oil.

Shows that I recommend are Coronation Street on Tuesday nights, because the "old girls" give me such inspiration for my personal look, and also Coro again on a Thursday, because you can't have too much of a good thing.

I find that the Church of the Latter Day Saints actually endorses my idea to be aware of what one watches on the TV. Bless them.

Bible Banging

13 February 2005 - 5:04pm -- LaQuisha

Now that I have my emergency supplies stashed it's time to take care of some Womanly needs and wax thee legs.

The most effective way to get skin like satin is to use a cold wax followed by a whip over with the epilator. If you don't know what either of those things are, you probably don't want to.

Now, I have noticed a strange phenomena: the moment I have done defoliating I receive a knock at the door.

And it will be either: boys from the church of the Latter Day Saints, or the Jehovah's Witnesses.

 

Recommendations 2

11 February 2005 - 5:04pm -- LaQuisha

Today I am going to enact all recommendations from every government department and health organization.

Got up at sparrows and went for a 30 minute walk on the beach. Unfortunately some little hooligan dented my Alfa while I was away. Am awash with feelings of rage.

Remember that for the sake of my blood pressure I am supposed to keep calm.

Get home and book appointment at the doctors for a diabetes and blood pressure test. The nurse tells me not to eat anything until my 4pm appointment, including coffee.

Decide to catch the bus to Woolworths, as public transport is supposed to help the green house effect.

Buy my three days worth of food and San Pellengreno. Discover that catching the Bus with three days worth of emergency mineral water is not fun.

Get home, stash supplies and blu-tack every thing down in case of an earth quake.

Start to get a coffee withdrawal headache.

Call my bank to organize a superannuation fund. Am put on hold for too long and decide to wing it when I retire.

Start to get really grumpy from hunger - but cannot eat because of my doctors appointment.

Check the house for hazards. Find some DDT from 1967 in the laundry, I'm not sure what to do with it so I put it back and pretend it's not there.

Decide that taxis are practically public transport and call one to take me into town.

Buy smoke alarms, compost bin and exercycle. Also buy battery powered radio, candles and water purification tablets. Finally I buy multi-vitamins, non-slip mat for the shower and a year's supply of sunscreen.

Realise I should have driven to town.

Go to Doctors for tests - pleased to find that I do not have diabetes and my blood pressure is normal.

Practically ran to a café for a flat white. The coffee headache recedes.

Get a call on my cellphone, it's work wondering where I am. Remember that I have a day job. Ignore insults.

Catch taxi-van home and stash my purchases.

Retire to the bathroom for a bath and a self exam. Don't find any lumps. Phone rings while I am blow drying my hair - ignored it.

Check messages, it's my day job again. Delete the message.

Make a heart foundation healthy dinner.

Eat dinner and wonder why I bothered. Resolve to ignore all recommendations in future. 

 

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