Friday April 24, 2009
I used to pick out an ‘outfit’ every single morning.
As well as earrings.
And shoes. High heel shoes.
Those decisions could take minutes to hours to decide.
Running around with no shirt on, ironing a button down.
Now, I wear the same outfit pretty much everyday.
I like to call it my uniform.
Jeans from Target, GreenDimes t-shirt, and Dansko clogs.
Today I put on a blue short sleeve sweater from the GAP.
I think it added a little ‘pop’ to my look.
I hope Jake appreciates the effort.
Wednesday April 22, 2009
My wish in second grade was that everyone would recycle.
We didn’t know that the icebergs were melting back then.
We didn’t know that Sarah Palin would be assaulting wolves.
Or that Dr. Carter cared so much about Polar Bears.
I always liked Carter.
Why do you throw plastic bottles and cigarettes out your window?
Those plastic bottles will not disintegrate.
They do disappear from your point of view.
But don’t lose perspective!
Also, we are running out of space people. Not space people. Space, people.
We can’t have eighteen kids anymore. Think of all the waste. Think of all the plastic diapers in the world right now. Just think of it! All that poop wrapped in plastic, wrapped in plastic, wrapped in plastic…wow.
Have you heard of gDiapers or cloth. I pooped into cloth when I was a baby — I was way into environmentalism.
ANYWAY.
This is what I do and you can too –
1. Recycle paper, glass, plastic and bring it out to your curb every week.
2. Bring cloth bags to Target or wherever you go shopping.
3. Compost your food waste like banana peels, egg shells, green beans, and everything other than meat.
4. Go to the Farmer’s Market and buy fresh, local food from farmers in your area.
5. Respect the Earth and animals we share it with.
6. Turn off your lights!
7. Walk to Target with your cloth bag.
8. Stand up for the Earth!
Happy Earth Day!
I have many problems.
Let’s face it, we all do.
But not everyone blogs about them.
I have a problem with Milano cookies, Danish furniture on Craigslist, and Real Housewives of New York City.
What’s your problem?
