Why can I never remember my reusable bags when I go to the grocery store? I think I must look right through them as I get out of the mommy van, unbuckle the little one and proceed to the store. And, it’s not until I am in the check-out that I think to myself, crap . . . I forgot my bags and then I feel like a heel when I’m asked whether plastic is okay. I want to yell, no it’s not okay. Don’t you know hard plastic bags are on our environment? What to do? I even have the little sticker that my grocery store gives you to put on the windshield to remind me about my bags!
Big plans for my blog are kinda underway . . . well kinda. I have been wanting to self-host in a while and my sister is pushing me forward with it. Only hitch is that I just have to get on the amazing Nap Warden’s waiting list!! She did my blog header — can you see it, can you, can you? Isn’t she an awesome artist?
Loving all the bloggie posts about BlogHer. Would love to hear more though . . . ye know, who’s on farting terms, who snores, who’s an ugly drunk, etc. Hehe! Sounds like it was well worth it in spite of all the drama. Apparently, they have started selling tickets to next year’s conference which is going to be held in New York. Anybody planning on going?
Why in badminton, is it called a birdie here and a shuttlecock in the UK? You say tom-ay-to and I say tom-aaah-to . . . you say birdie and I say shuttlecock . . . just saying!
Why are my children such leftover snobs? I present them with leftovers at meal times and they turn their noses up! Honestly!
Just how much can you cram in to a front loading washing machine?
Why does it take a happy toddler exactly 0.23 seconds to turn in to a screaming monster? And, at the least little thing. Take yesterda, he had spent a lovely couple of hours in the pool with his brothers and when he was ready to get out, he asked for a snack. I was providing him with his requested snack when he decided he wanted it in the orange bowl . . . and not the pink bowl I was putting said snack in. Then, when I tipped the snack in to the orange bowl he had a fit as he expected me to pour a new batch of the snack in the blooming orange bowl. After asking him if he needed a nap, he promptly sucked it up and ate it. I mean, how very dare I?
Speaking of naps . . he has not had one since we got back. He napped every day in the UK.
It amazes me how my littlest one is swimming . . . without his floaties. He’s only two for crying out loud — my oldest boys swam when they were three which isn’t far off really! It also takes a big load off my mind . . . I mean, we have the pool gates up at all times, but still.
My middle son is going through an “everything is sooo boring” stage so yesterday, I may have threatened him with camp and vacation bible school for the rest of the summer.
Surprised at how inexpensive everything was back in the UK . . . except for sunscreen — that cost me $20 after calculating the exchange rate. Wowzer. Still, you can’t put a price on your children’s health can you?
So happy to go to my haidresseing appointment today — I am so in need of a cut and colour seeing as I have not had one in a long while. Gray roots are hot, right? Anyway, I did have an appointment the day before I was flying out, but had to cancel it on account of the whole ear ache problem. I thought it best to go to the doctor’s rather than my hair appointment — I know, silly right?
I am going to reveal a guilty secret to you all that I don’t just tell anybody . . . it’s that I have become a bit of a fanatical reader of the Daily Mail’s goss column! Yes, me! And, it’s fabulous! Try it for yourself and see if you don’t get hooked.
Thanks for all the bloggie love and peace out. Now, head on over to Random Tuesday Thoughts where it’s okay to be random. Hey, gray roots are hot, right?
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Your blog header is way cool and your sister is very talented.
I finally got rid of my hot gray roots yesterday.
I’m awful at remembering my reusable bags. I always have such great intentions… The worst is when I forget them, only to open up my handbag and realise they were there all along.
And don’t get me started on the price of sunscreen…
Ooo Elle I think you mean Nap Warden is tallented..lol But thanks for the vote of confidence! I’m sooo with ya Kaz on the green bags I do the exact same thing! LOL I’ve even left ‘em when I’ve put them in the front seat to remember ‘em. lmao
I forget the re-useable bags even when they’re in the car, stuffed between the front seats. Oh! And the ‘boring’ stage! Gah!!!
I’m sorry but every time I hear the word “shuttlecock”, I crack up. I know, how immature am I? I forget the bags at the store too and it drives me nuts but not crazy enough to drag a 1 and 2 year old out to the car to get them. For all of the years that we used plastic, it’s amazing how guilty we feel now for having to use them ONE MORE TIME. Ahh, well.
V. funny blog.
I read the Daily Mail online in my lunch hour at work, it’s my guilty secret!!!! Well, until I start telling the rest of the office what I’ve just read and about who!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have fun with the color and the haircut! I am suffering through some serious summer shaggies myself and hope to get in on Saturday for a much-needed cut.
Remembering the bags is a tough one. You know, kids, baby, purse, list, coupons and the flipping bags. Holy cripe! What do they want from us!?
Nice random.
PS My tip, when I leave my cloth bags in the car, I load all my shopping items back into the trolley, loose and then fill the bags when I get back to the car!!!!! Peasy and you don’t end up overun with nasty carrier bags. Here’s the bit where you all call me a smart alec!!!!!
I really want to attend BlogHer in 2010…
I need a cut,color and style but i have 3 childrens who need school clothes and supplies…guess i will wait…lol
Loved your RTT
I actually got to meet Nap Warden at BlogHer and she is as lovely in person as she is talented in her designs. Wait, did that make sense? I’m still reveling over what she did to Vodkamom’s site!
Nap Warden is wonderful
I’m still laughing about the front loading washer. I try to ram way too much in there sometimes!
ugh I badly need a haircut and a color- no grey but some trashtastic roots!
I am doing a live conference chat thing at the British Mummy Bloggers (dot ning) blog tomorrow. It’s 2pm London time, and 8am Central time. Not quite sure how I”m going to do that and get two kids out the door but we’ll see.
Gray roots are totally hot.
I put an alarm on my cel phone for everything. Take out the recycling? Alarm. Remember the bags for the grocery store? Alarm.
My kids always slept way more over in Europe than over here – think it was all the walking.
I too forget all the reusable bags – but have started to store them by my snall one’s car seat. Always visable.
Oh and my 3 year old has to always have an orange bowl. So I sympathise. . . . .
I try to cram as much as I can into my front loader washing machine…though I do end up regretting it when I realize I have twice as much to fold than ‘normal’ when they all come out of the dryer…
Princess Nagger does the same thing if I try to put a snack in the ‘wrong’ color bowl and transfer it over to the ‘right’ one…I threaten her with a nap, too – seems to do the trick.
Happy RTT a day late!
Wow. If this is any indication, they are incredible!
I always, always forget the cloth bags, too. I even put a few on my passenger seat, under my purse which I still manage to forget. When this happens I find myself saying (loudly) “I prefer paper bags as I need somewhere in which to put the paper I am RECYCLING.” It’s like I think this gets me off the hook, or that the bagger even cares.