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clevermanka) wrote2012-05-29 09:17 am
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It was for charity
I'm soliciting advice on how to remove a set-in red wine stain from a white dress shirt. My standard "spray on a hell of a lot of Resolve and launder" didn't quite cut it. Please feel free to offer suggestions in the comments. Note: I did not run it through the dryer, so there's that.
Here's an Avengers gif that I loved enough to reblog on my Tumblr. I'll have another Tumblr collection up this week. I'm sure you've all been waiting on tenterhooks for that.
Tumblr ate my day yesterday and it was awesome. I did get the laundry done, but the housecleaning? HA HA HA. I didn't even my suitcase completely unpacked. It's still lying open on the downstairs floor with my shoes, belts, iPod speaker, handcuffs, and some other miscellany waiting to be put away. OH, TUMBLR.
I found out about a new type of fanfic where people take screencaps of different movies that starred actors from a particular fandom and use them to write a story in the fandom. Hard to explain, but here's one example. And here's another. Does this type of fic have a name? Because I love it and I want to try to search for it.
tama_grey, whose Grade A introspection I've mentioned before, has a fantastic post about fatness and fitness and self-acceptance. If you're someone with body issues who wants to be healthy (not "in shape," or some other nebulous term about physical form, but honestly healthy), go read it. These lines in particular spoke to me:
I believe I need to get to a point where: 1) I accept that the size of my body is not an indicator of my worth as a person, 2) I am in a state of peace and acceptance with my current body size, and 3) I choose to change not out of fear or pressure, but for myself and my personal comfort.
I believe that if I am not ashamed of my body size, I can successfully change it. (emphasis mine)
and this, from the comments:
what I really desire isn't measured in dress size or muscle mass. I have to be able to love myself as I am at any given moment. Without that baseline of acceptance, it's an endless journey (not to mention an insanely frustrating one, should legitimate health complications physiologically prevent me from reaching any preconceived ideals). (emphasis hers)
JUST LOOK AT THE WORDS OF THIS WOMAN. So so so awesome.
And speaking of fitness and health, I'm hauling my ass back to CrossFit. I was planning to run errands tonight (since stuff was closed yesterday) and get to CrossFit tomorrow, but today's activities look kinda fun:
Warm-Up:
10 Push-ups, 20 Spidey Lunge Arm Touches, 30 Squats, 20 Inchworms, 10 Burpees
Skill:
Front Squat 6×7, Thrusters 7×5
WOD:
Baby Tabata: 4 rounds each (20 on, 10 off)
Squats, Sit-ups, Knees to Elbows, Burpees
I might try to make it there for the 4:30 WOD! Maybe if I can sneak out of here a couple minutes early...I wore makeup to work today, and getting all that off adds about five to seven minutes to my get-out-of-the-house time. Mascara sweat streaks = Not Desirable.
Here's an Avengers gif that I loved enough to reblog on my Tumblr. I'll have another Tumblr collection up this week. I'm sure you've all been waiting on tenterhooks for that.
Tumblr ate my day yesterday and it was awesome. I did get the laundry done, but the housecleaning? HA HA HA. I didn't even my suitcase completely unpacked. It's still lying open on the downstairs floor with my shoes, belts, iPod speaker, handcuffs, and some other miscellany waiting to be put away. OH, TUMBLR.
I found out about a new type of fanfic where people take screencaps of different movies that starred actors from a particular fandom and use them to write a story in the fandom. Hard to explain, but here's one example. And here's another. Does this type of fic have a name? Because I love it and I want to try to search for it.
I believe I need to get to a point where: 1) I accept that the size of my body is not an indicator of my worth as a person, 2) I am in a state of peace and acceptance with my current body size, and 3) I choose to change not out of fear or pressure, but for myself and my personal comfort.
I believe that if I am not ashamed of my body size, I can successfully change it. (emphasis mine)
and this, from the comments:
what I really desire isn't measured in dress size or muscle mass. I have to be able to love myself as I am at any given moment. Without that baseline of acceptance, it's an endless journey (not to mention an insanely frustrating one, should legitimate health complications physiologically prevent me from reaching any preconceived ideals). (emphasis hers)
JUST LOOK AT THE WORDS OF THIS WOMAN. So so so awesome.
And speaking of fitness and health, I'm hauling my ass back to CrossFit. I was planning to run errands tonight (since stuff was closed yesterday) and get to CrossFit tomorrow, but today's activities look kinda fun:
Warm-Up:
10 Push-ups, 20 Spidey Lunge Arm Touches, 30 Squats, 20 Inchworms, 10 Burpees
Skill:
Front Squat 6×7, Thrusters 7×5
WOD:
Baby Tabata: 4 rounds each (20 on, 10 off)
Squats, Sit-ups, Knees to Elbows, Burpees
I might try to make it there for the 4:30 WOD! Maybe if I can sneak out of here a couple minutes early...I wore makeup to work today, and getting all that off adds about five to seven minutes to my get-out-of-the-house time. Mascara sweat streaks = Not Desirable.

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I'd suggest some Oxi-Clean powder. Make a paste and rub it on the spot; let it soak for 15 minutes or so, and rinse. If it's not out, do it again. Or you can soak it in a solution. Use just enough cold water to get the shirt wet, and a whole scoop of Oxi. Let it soak for an hour or so, then check it.
If nothing else, you can try bleaching it. Or if you know someone who's into Amway, there's this stuff called ReDu, that will get stains out of ANYTHING that's white! But you have to put the item in a covered container, because the fumes are EVIL.
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Thanks!
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Love it. I've saved many an item with it, and occasionally even saved a guest's shirt or two.
They even sent me an extra to hand out when they were first in biz, so I love them long time.
PS .. I love that shit, too (http://redheadfae.tumblr.com/post/22589374219/sailorloki-and-then-he-threw-me-out-the).
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Oh that would work out for me as well, thanks!
I'm out tomorrow from just past 6pm, though.
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Okay! I'll email you my spare phone number.
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ETA: Yes, they do stock it (http://www.wineaway.com/page/wawbuyus.html).
I bought the gift pack directly from them, and gave away the samples as party favors one time. I need to remember to replace my purse vial!
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For me, the 'aha' moment was accepting my body as it was, the "This is the shape, and these are the genes, and this is the reality with which I live," that let me finish that sentence with "...and my body can be my ally for health if I learn to listen to it and work with it, instead of viewing fitness as a contest I have to 'win' against the legs on which I stand."
Love,
Rowan
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That's sound advice that I'm going to take to heart. I need to stop hating my body for its limitations.
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Omg. My WOD yesterday was power cleans, pistol squats, and ring L-sits. My bum is aching like whoa because I managed to do all 60 pistols. They were ugly as sin and replete with windmilling arms and noises that sounded like a cross between an angered pig and a porno, but I did them all. *proud*
30+ km of biking, 2 hours of kung fu, and an hour of running drills today have left me a wobbly, resting creature of relaxation. But today is also the first day I've felt *good* since getting sick. Rarr!
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Holy shit.
I managed to do all 60 pistols
Holy fucking shit.
30+ km of biking, 2 hours of kung fu, and an hour of running drills today
Wow.