DAWN OXI Dish Soap: The Perfect Hostess Gift!

DAWN OXI Dish Soap: The Perfect Hostess Gift!

It's All About the Turkey

This is a Sponsored post written behalf of DAWN  dish soap. All opinions are 100% mine.

We are off to my Aunt and Uncle’s house for Thanksgiving this year and I have to say that I am quite relieved.  Being one of 4 daughters, the responsibility for clearing the table and helping to clean the pots and pans naturally falls to the women (and sister-folk) of the house while the men enjoy college football.  Since my mother usually hosts the meal, well….let’s just day that I dread dessert and not for caloric reasons.

I feel obligated to provide the “perfect” hostess gift as a token of empathy and appreciation  for my aunt. Initially, I purchased a Talbott’s Holiday tea set for Kathy but quickly changed my mind because (a) I have no idea if she even likes tea and (b) I really like tea, especially Talbott’s.  Although I have known that we were going to my aunt’s for quite some time, I haven’t been able to find the perfect gift that blends humor with functionality.  If only they were smokers and then I could get them an ashtray or two!  (Just kidding. Really, I’m kidding!)

But then, like a boomerang hitting me in the head, I got an idea this morning; one that no one will have thought of: dish soap!  It’s weird and therefore laden with humor but also quite functional. What does any Thanksgiving hostess really need on Turkey day? Surely not hand mixed tea created by Oprah Winfrey’s former hair colorist!  Not when there are  greasy pots and pans as well as the china that needs to get cleaned!  But it has to be the best dish soap. I called my mother and she suggested that I try DAWN; her neighbor swears by it.  Strange?  I never thought of my mother as someone who sits around discussing soap with her friends. Even stranger and perhaps cosmically linked, P & G had just sent me some great samples of the product.  But I digress…

To test my hypothesis that dish soap is a great gift for the holidays, I decided to conduct a little experiment with the breakfast dishes.

8:15 a.m.   Today’s breakfast was none other than the stickiest of the sticky: oatmeal.  K insisted, of course, that she should have warm apple cider to complement her warm breakfast.  A minute in the microwave and the stuff was boiling and clinging to the side of her mug.  Yuck.

Presenting: After Breakfast Mess!

Dried Oatmeal! That will never come out!

8:30 a.m.   Fifteen minutes later we were out the door–the pot full of oatmeal still on the stove (with the burner off) and K’s food sitting relatively untouched on the table.  The cider has congealed into a disgusting mass at the bottom of her mug. So much for breakfast today.

8:45 a.m.  I came back from dropping K off at school and decided to face the mess in the kitchen.  Based on the evidence in front of me, I estimated that the plates and the pots would need to soak in hot water and soap for at least 2 or 3 hours.  Even then, there was no guarantee that I will be able to get all of the food particles off of the pot.  So I poured a bit of DAWN dishwashing liquid which guaranteed “overnight soaking power in 5 minutes” on the guilty offenders, um, dishes.

Dawn Power Cleaning with Oxi

 

See the timer?  I really was going to put the soap to the 5 minute test.  Suddenly I felt like one of those pretend commercial moms who is euphoric to be cleaning her kitchen!  Who knew that dish soap had such power over my mental health?  <Hello? Sarcasm?>  But I do enjoy a challenge once in a while.  I had a spin class at 9:30 a.m. and really didn’t have time to be scrubbing pots and dishes when there were water bottles to be filled and bikes to be ridden.

Eeeh! That's just too gross!

A Timer: Good for Product Testing and Giving Time Outs!

8:50  The timer went off.  The dishes were in the sink for only 5 minutes.  I grabbed the sponge because, to be quite honest there is no way that mere dish soap was going to get the grime off of K’s plates.  I am happy to report that I was WRONG!  With a mere swipe of a sponge, her plate is grime free and clean enough to scoop oatmeal.  The pot is clean as are the rest of the breakfast dishes and pots.

So clean, it's says "Hi"

I do have one complaint/comment/warning: My hands are really dry from rinsing off the soap.  I almost never use gloves when I wash dishes.  (I think that I may have dropped one or 2 or 10 when I was a child while wearing gloves and am now scarred by the experience.)   In any case, without gloves, my hands felt much dryer than they did prior to using the DAWN Oxi.  So, if I do, indeed, decide to gift DAWN as a gift, I will need to include a set of funky, cool gloves as an accompaniment.  No sense in saving the hostess cleaning time if my gift leads her to spending additional time moisturizing her hands.  I love these, don’t you?

Mustn't forget the "make-me-happy" gloves!

At 9:00  a.m. I was out the door and off to the gym. The dishes were clean (for a change) and spotless.  I was really relieved that I wouldn’t revisit the breakfast dishes later that day to scrub and ensure that none of the food etc. was “lingering”.

So, now I am off to the mall to find some cool gloves for Aunt Kathy.  I am totally sold on the dishwashing soap and my friends think that I am a bit more off of my rocker for getting excited about something that they take for granted.  Obviously, my mother’s neighbor knows a thing or two.  I really need to meet this awesome woman.

One question, how exactly does one get dish soap on an airplane if she’s not checking bags? Carefully?

 

 

 

In Oprah’s LifeClass, the Real Woman Comes Out

In Oprah’s LifeClass, the Real Woman Comes Out

Oprah & Some of Chicago's Finest Bloggers

I was skeptical when I learned that the great “O” had scheduled a new show after a 3 month hiatus.  But this time she’d be on with a twist–she was going to harness the power of the internet and social media. And then I got the call, um, tweet: ?Would I be interested in coming down to the studio and tweet, blog, update my Facebook status (whatever) while she holds her live show?” Me?  Little me?  From Baltimore?

If you were to ask her, Oprah would tell you that her true calling is as a teacher.  She prefers smaller, more intimate groups instead of the larger, syndicated audiences.  So she decided to create an hour long life “class” to embellish upon her greatest “take-aways” from talk shows, interviews and her own personal experiences over the past 25 years in the business. Who better to share her insight into these shows, guests and unexpected outcomes than the hostess herself, Oprah Winfrey? And one feels as if she is talking to her friends and closest confidants during the show.   The viewer actually gets the “behind-the-scenes” scoop about what Oprah was really thinking during specific shows and how some of them actually impacted her life.

Oprah can actually interact with her audience via Skype, Facebook, twitter and the OWN site. The experience, this time, is actually personal.  And guess what?  Oprah’s real personality shines through.  There’s a feeling of “hey, let’s just kick off our shoes and discuss what’s important!” And, of course, while she is reflecting, she is funny, a bit irrelevant and not as politically correct as she was on syndicated television.  (Yes, she even swear a bit.) She comes across as a friend and mentor not the billionaire talk-show diva, producer, actress, etc. etc. with whom we are all familiar.

I had the privilege (yes, I said it) of attending one preview show and two “live” shows: one addressing the impact of anger and the power of letting it go and the other entitled “Joy Rising.”  While I tweeted and commented until my little fingers thought they would fall off with exhaustion, my mind became more and more invigorated and, dare I say it: Alive with excitement.  I caught what I can only assume is something akin to “Oprah Fever!”  And no, I was not jumping up and down, making a crazy “O” sign with my hands or singing her theme song (I had a computer on my lap, people!), but I did leave the classes a changed (for the better) woman. And I think that it had more to do with Iyanla Vanzant’s presence.

Iyanla was Oprah’s guest on both of the shows and she basically took them over.  When guests described their challenges, one could see that Iyanla was truly listening and received their comments with calm affect and grace. Her responses, while also graceful and her words profound, had a realistic component to them.  Rather than allowing the callers to dwell in self pity, she encouraged them to  address their issues straight on and use the following mantra”Ommmm, what the heck….Do it anyway….” to get through whatever was holding them back.  Great advice.  I could spend another blog post just writing about this insightful and forthright life coach. Needless to say, the majority of my tweets were direct quotes of some of the “kernels” or “nuggets” of guidance she shared with the audience.  If you are interested, email me and I will send you some of the things that I posted and learned.

It was clear that Iyanla and Oprah are good friends.  She disagreed with, argued and coached Oprah while they sat together in front of the smallish live audience.  Iyanla did not hold back on her comments to and about Oprah and the outcome was extraordinary.  At some point the celebrity stopped being OPRAH and reverted back to being just another person (one certainly adept at interviewing and inspiring) but also just another woman struggling with image issues, life’s disappointments and its joys.  And I think that’s what she really wants to show her audience.  Yes, she is OPRAH and is influential blah, blah, blah but she is also just another person who has to get up in the morning and face herself in the mirror.

There is a lot more to say about my time spent with Oprah and Iyanla and I promise to discuss more of the moment-to-moment activities in an upcoming blog post. But for now, I need to “bustle my hustle” and straighten up my house.  My sister is coming to Chicago with her boyfriend and I don’t want her to report back to my mother that I am completely incapable of keeping an organized home!  Oh! The horror!