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Today was a great day!
I'm sitting here, feeling GRAND.
Today was a regular day.
With my regular Thursday routine; work, lunch with hubby, work, dinner with family, evening errands with the kids.
A regular day.
BUT... The sun was shining, everything went smoothly all day, and nothing bad happened.
I am IN The ZONE.
I love this place.
:)
xoxo
J
OK, so today was Earth Day. Which makes this story even more ludicrous.
Tonight, I was shopping at the mall with my daughter. I wanted a pair of jeans and I was 2nd in line at the cash in a major department store. I'm listening to the transaction going on in front of me, I am, kind of, but not completely, but I did hear the cashier ask the woman if she would like a bag. And that it was 5 cents for the bag.
Now, I was in this same store two weeks ago, buying something else and I was given a bag and was not charged 5 cents. So I hear her mention the price of the bag, and I think, oh, must be a new store policy. No big deal, grocery stores do it, right? But then! THEN, I hear the cashier ask the woman if she'd like to keep the hangers on the bras she was purchasing, and the woman says yes. And then I watch the cashier, put the two bras on PLASTIC hangers at NO CHARGE into the plastic bag that she had to pay five cents for!
OK, here's the thing;
1. plastic hangers cannot go in the blue box, therefore, are currently not recyclable...NO CHARGE
2. plastic bag, that you can drop into a huge blue box at any grocery store to be recycled... FIVE CENTS PER BAG CHARGE
Does that smell funny to you?
How about this thought? When I go buy a case of 24 beers in glass bottles, I pay close to $40.00. Part of that price includes a 10 cent deposit on each bottle. When those same beers are finished, I can take the bottles back to the beer store and get my $2.40 deposit money back.
So, if I have to pay 5 cents a bag, and I can return these same bags to the grocery store for recycling, why don't I get my 5 cents back?
Something to think about, anyway.
Now go enjoy your weekend, have some fun, maybe even empty a few of those beer bottles with some friends, whatever your plans, ENJOY!
And I'll be back here soon.
xoxo
This coming weekend I am away with my two daughters. Mary is 14 and Helen is 10. We are off to another one of their cheerleading competitions.
I love watching my girls compete in their cheerleading. They are on “All-Star” Teams, Helen on Youth, and Mary on Senior. Both of my girls are “flyers” which means they are the ones being thrown in the air, and lifted way up high.
They are far braver than me. I’m terrified of heights. Watching them perform their routine with their respective teams makes me so proud. To the point of tears. I love watching their tumbling, their dance, their jumps, and their stunts.
I also love what we do together AFTER they compete…the dinner out, the girl talk, the mother-daughter bonding. I think these weekends away have helped my girls develop their own close sister-bond too. This, I’m especially thrilled about. Because one day, they will be grown-ups, and I SO want them to have an amazing sisterhood with each other, the way I do with my own sister.
So, while I am away, enjoying my girls, I hope YOU are enjoying your families.
Cheers!
I’ll be back here soon.
xoxo
I'm a nag.
I nag because I love you.
My nags have a purpose, even if you can't see them.
I tell you to clean your room, so you learn to look after your things.
I remind you to use your manners, so you learn to get along with others.
I admonish you for forgetting to tell me where you are, so you learn to be responsible, and to keep me from worrying.
I nag you to wear clean clothes, so you learn to represent yourself to the world in the best way possible.
Often, my nags come from my own experiences, my own lessons learned, and I am trying to protect you from mistakes I've already made, and mistakes I've seen others make...wear your helmet, don't drink and drive, tie your shoes, save your money...
You roll your eyes, you huff and puff, and you look at me like I'm imposing on your life. That's ok. Regardless, I know you're learning. You're growing, and becoming responsible, mature, productive citizens. This is my goal. I'm seeing it unfold before my eyes, every day. I see you choose to walk home from the party, I see you put that extra change in your piggy bank, I love that text message that tells me you're going to be 15 minutes late.
So thank you. Thank you for putting up with my nagging. Thank you for learning from them, despite the eye rolling. Thank you for making me proud.