15 Words Wednesday. The “I can see sunny in anything edition”

Family reunion in Heaven today.

Grandma. Grandpa. Dad. Brother.

Surely it’ll be loud and joyous.

3/4/1913 - 9/29/2009

Gone, but could never be forgotten.

This Much I know:

• *I don’t need to eat nearly as much as I do.
• *My metabolism is moving at the speed of smell.
• *My 96 yr old Grandma has fewer spider veins on her legs than I.
• *I got my legs from my Mom’s side. thanks Mom.
• *OJ is a murderer.
• *Life is too short to live it unhappily.
• *I will never have abs of steel. But will settle for aluminum foil.
• *I am doing the best I can.
• *Nothing is as important as family.

* My children are much too lazy.

What do you know?

Jumping for Joy OR Something.

Jumping for Joy is good exercise.

anonymous

Ok, that quote is not really anonymous. I got it off the lid to my Daisy light sour cream container. Don’t tell Daisy and I won’t have to share in all the profits this blog makes. What? You don’t make money writing foolish stuff? Silly.

Now, in lieu of exercising today I would like to have a loaded baked potato piled with butter and some Daisy. Instead, I will try to find some joy in exercise. TRY I say!

I have added jumping jacks to my daily routine. Ouch, feels like I am really rattling my organs around. Can you detach your liver, kidney and lungs from jumping? I know my knees don't appreciate this move at ALL!!!

Doesn’t this photo of Linds above look like *some one* is pulling her up?

“I can see the light!!!”

If you would like to attain 0% body fat like my Cuz Chris, just join the Army, go through years of rigorous training and then hang out in Afghanistan for a year or so! Um, no thank you.

The photos were taken at my Aunt and Uncles house in HOT-Lanta this summer.

Lo, Linds and my Cuz Chris. They are all jumping for Joy.

Are you jumping for joy today?

How about jumping for something????

Can a human actually jump with their mouth closed? Apparently, not in my family.

15 words Wednesday.

Grandma well.

Grandma sick.

Grandma ok.

Grandma bad.

called hospice.

My heart is lighter today.

I have been trying NOT to be so wordy lately as I am myself bored by super long posts. This was a challenge. Sums up my thoughts today perfectly though. Thanks Caution Flag for this Wednesday idea.

I hope these words down here don’t get me in trouble. Or this word. or this one. Ooops, another one snuck out.

Food Annoyances. I have a few. Don't you?

I am off again today to visit with Grandma. But while I am gone, I thought I would give you something to think about. In case you thought I was totally normal and all sweet. Well, really, I am all sweet. mostly. well, the inside parts are.

Heck, no one thinks I am normal, who am I trying to kid? ME.

Does it annoy you when someone your kids possibly rips all the crust off their sandwich and wastes it?

It annoys me too.

But I suppose I am annoying because this is how I destroy my subway veggie sub:

Looks like a raccoon got to it, huh? Well, a raccoon would have cleaned it ALL up.

Seriously, I am not sure why I even get it on bread. IT is VEGGIES SUZ. ALL VEGGIES. Why don’t I just get a salad and be done with it? I dunno…must have something to do with the bread absorbing some of the oil/vinegar. I am weird that way.

But a good thing? I took this picture with my PHONE. Yes, I finally figured out how to do that. I am so genius catching up with you people.

Do you have any annoying food habits? Like adding salt BEFORE tasting your food? That is really annoying.

What about ketchup on mac n cheese? Only weird alien people do this. No offense to weird alien people.

How about eating off of other people’s plates? SO wrong. unless that other person is not looking and they have better food than you.

But, really, I NEVER do this. almost never. Just don’t ever sit next to me and have yourself a nice crunchy order of fries when I ordered double veggies. I am so taking some crunchy fries.

You have been warned.

Ok, share and share alike: what is your food thing????

P is for…

POOH!!!!

Not the yucky pooh! I love the cute, cuddly, rolly polly loving pooh!

I have been a fan of pooh since I was a little girl. Then when I had Lo and Linds, I became a fan of Pooh again! I think the 2nd time around is even more fun.

These are two of my favorite pooh quotes. Seriously, this little bear knows a thing or two about life.

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"”

“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”

Now, that my girls are older, you would think that we would be done with pooh by now. NOPE.

Guess who else loves Pooh???? Can you guess?

Oh, I bet you already see the picture below!

Yep, Cocoa loves Pooh too. She carries this little Pooh doll around the house. She naps with Pooh all the time…sometimes halfway in her big ol’ boxer lips.

Sometimes I walk into my room and find Pooh on my bed. Of course I holler this for the kids to hear: “Oh no, there is Pooh on my bed!!” Well, the first 3 times, they thought I meant real pooh…this never gets old for me though. Sometimes pooh is on the couch, the hallway, by the front door etc…

Recently, Ozzie figured out how much Cocoa loved Pooh too, and being a dog that never plays with toys himself, he decided to give Pooh a little play time and see how this makes Cocoa go loco.

Pooh has never sustained injuries either. Two big dogs, one little Pooh and no casualties, even his little red t-shirt is fully intact. My Gentle Giants.

Do YOU love Pooh too???

Or are you a Tigger fan?

How about Eyore? Oh Bother!

For more P words this week, visit Jen at A-Z Mondays

The Reptiles are out to get me.

TGIF Ya’ll!

Wednesday night I had a dream that I could not enter my house because each door was blocked by either alligators or iguanas.

Premonition? Maybe.

Um..Hello? I forgot my key!!!

Thursday morning I drove to Cuba Miami to visit Grandma.

I passed 5,555 alligators driving over and when I exited my car at G’ma’s house, the grass was moving near my feet. Grass. moving? Oh, heck no it was an iguana. About 3 1/2 feet long..but he was shy and took off as I screamed bloody murder started to walk blindly near him.

Thank you Baby Jesus for shyness in reptiles.

In total I saw about 3,333 Iguanas around G’ma’s neighborhood. The good thing about those guys? I think they are vegetarians. Remind me to not dress like a carrot next time I visit. OK?

I won’t go into G’ma’s health state right now. This week I am trying to keep this blog light, fluffy and sweet; like homemade whip cream. When I see a light at the end of the tunnel, then I will share.

Sharing is caring. I learned that from Barney. But Barney lived in my TV, so what does he know really? Dang PBS and it's subliminal messages.

On these 'carbon free' trips I always see a few folks getting pulled over on the long stretch between the east coast and the west coast, as it is a known drug transport route to and fro Miami. BTW: I only transport trail mix and H20. When I see the cops searching someone’s car, I always imagine their day ending with a: “Sir, do you know what a cavity search is?”

**agghhhh** C’mon. you think the same thing. right?

Happy Friday!

I wish for you all a weekend free of reptiles (unless that is your ‘thing’) that you have your health and those you love in hugging distance- minus a cavity search. (unless that is also your ‘thing’)

PS. If your 'thing' is reptiles AND Cavity searches, please stop visiting me.

photos borrowed from here:

weblogs.sun-sentinel.com

flywithbats.wordpress.com

Makes me wonder…

I saw a guy at the gas station this morning with super long, stringy hair, a goatee down to his chest, tattoos up and down both arms,each ear pieced 3 times.

walking Birth control

Guess what he was pumping gas into…

guess…

a.minivan.

YEP. A Minivan.

Hey buddy, did the whole rebel thing just did not pan out for ya?

And for my latest Blonde Moment . I just recently learned why a goatee was called a ‘goatee.’

seriously.

Did everyone know this but ME??? The scary part is, the coach has had a (short) goatee for many years now…had I only known he was just a kiiiiddddd.

ok. that was my really bad goat/kid joke. feel free to forget it. erase.

Good Hair and a Good Planet.

No, I am not hocking organic shampoo made with carrot juice and compost from my back yard.

Frankly, I have not tried organic shampoos. yet. baby steps.

Photo borrowed by BlipPhoto.com.

Sometimes I am so busy saving this little planet of ours, that some important thing's get left by the wayside… But today, I am forgetting about the planet and I am busy saving my hair, and yours too. I am so serious about this hair thing, that right now I am eating off of Styrofoam plates, letting water run out of all my taps and throwing plastic into the garbage can while pouring old paint into the street storm drains.

Ok, you know I have done none of this. ::shiver::

But, what I do know: One can not save the planet while having a bad hair day. Have you ever seen a superhero with bad hair? I think NOT!

You know how I love using baking soda for cleaning. I know I posted about this before, but for the life of me can’t find the old posts. I buy baking soda in 12lb bags at costco. I keep it in our bathroom because this is the only thing I have found that cleans the marble shower and grout as well as my plastic acrylic tub without scratching. So, is it strange when making cookies, that I go into my bathroom with a measuring spoon to get the baking soda? Nahh. Ok, yeah it’s a bit weird. But I am ok with that.

But I have another use for it now. I have to give thanks to my hairdresser for this one.

I have been getting some buildup on my hair this past year. Must be the gel, mouse or shaving cream I put in there to get it to get up and dance look purty.

This is what I do: While in the shower, when my hair is wet, I get a handful of baking soda and massage it through my hair. It feels weird (thick, rough, cakey) but it really works to get the stuck gunk out/off of my hair follicles. I am all about the follicles. Then I shampoo and condition as usual.

I do this about once a week.

Yes, I have the sheen of a golden retriever now. **who’s a good girl?**

You are welcome.

Has anyone tried organic hair products? I think it would be interesting to wash my hair and have a snack at the same time…don’t you? Multitasking is my 2nd favorite thing to do.

Q is for…

Queens!

I have some favorite Queens and I will quickly, but never quietly share them with you.

Queen- the band…Freddy Mercury was an amazing artist. Bohemian rhapsody? possibly one of the best songs ever!

The Queen, as in the Queen Mum. I did a blog post about her and her majesty’s purse back here.

THE Queen Bee…who else gets everyone to do the dirty work??? My kind of chick a dee!

And of course, if you are still searching for the perfect birthday gift for me, I think this is still available at Tiffany & Co. Tiffany Bee Necklace and Bee Bracelet. Ok, there was no Q here, just trying to be helpful again. :)

Dairy Queen..yep, I still love Dairy queen even though they refuse to sell chocolate ice cream!!! rude.That jus means, I have to get extra hot fudge to make my own chocolate. **I mean, they don't serve chocolate 'soft serve' ice cream**

Dancing Queen…’see that girl, watch that scene, digging the dancing queen’…how can you NOT dance to this classic Abba song? You can’t, I know you can’t NOT dance to this song. Now, don’t you want to dig deep into your closet and pull out that purple shiny lame pant suit? no? Just me? nevermind…

This ‘mean’ queen of hearts…not so much a fan of hers. But I am looking forward to the new version of Alice In Wonderland…hello, Johnny Depp!?!

I am positive you are all familiar with my twin sister: Queen of Recycling. Right?

I think tattooing her face is a bit much, but you know how passionate she is about this kind of stuff…

To see how some other folks used the letter Q today, visit: A-Z Mondays!

TGIF; 9/11/09

We shall never, ever forget.

Thoughts and prayers for the victims, family members of the victims and for our country.

I had a nice birthday yesterday, thank you all for your well wishes, cards, money and trips. Oh, I mean thank you for the well wishes. Still waiting on the money and trips. Darn mailman is soo slow.

You know how little things always make you smile? Well, when I got in my car yesterday and started rummaging through my glove box, I had a little gift.

Trail mix!!!! The girls know how I love to keep snacks in the car…

and yes, I also keep menu’s, coupons, money, scissors and hand lotion in there. Now all my secrets are out!

I had a nice lunch with a good friend of mine yesterday…so yummy, we started with homemade potato chips drizzled with blue cheese. We licked the plate clean as the waiter told us they were calorie free. I had delicious fish tacos too. **lip smacking**

Then my friend insisted we have birthday dessert. She practically had to twist my arm...really.

This is us before we ate the banana split.

I did not get an after picture because I could not lift my camera out of my purse, but we gained 10lbs during lunch! Of course, that had nothing to do with the banana split…practically health food with all the fruit!

GLUTTONY!!!

The rainy weather worked in my favor last night as Coach and Lo had to cancel softball practice because we had a monsoon. **snap** We made a last minute trip to Carrabba’s for birthday dinner. I had shrimp and scallops with sautéed spinach. And to think, just 10 years ago, I did not even like seafood. I wonder what I will be eating in another 10 years????

Happy Friday to you all.

I wish for you a weekend filled with those you love, good food and a safe place to lay your head!

*Someone* is getting old

People who have the most birthdays live the longest.

- Jean Bucher

And by *someone,* I mean me. And by old, I mean, just a little old.

Here is something that I noticed about 8 years ago…I can’t remember how old I am. seriously. Even on my actual birthday, I have to really think. Thinking is not my favorite sport.

So, what I do on occasion is, remind myself that I am only one or two years younger than the coach. But the problem is, I can’t always remember how old he is either. I should write these things down.

But I have it correct today. Today I am 35 42. The coach is 37 43. But next month, he will be 44. See why this is hard for me? No? Ok, I just have issues with numbers. But anyhoo, happy birthday to me.

I would like to take this special occasion to thank my Mom for going through with the whole birthing part. That is not fun. And I don’t care if you were on speed and smoked a carton pack of cigarettes while in labor. *cough cough* That is how they did things back then.

But really Mom, thank you not leaving me on the stoop of a church. Well, actually the stoop of a church would have been ok, had it been in a nice neighborhood I would have had a 50/50 chance of having a normal family. Whereas the family I got was surely dysfunctional perfectly wonderful . Now, If you had left me by the back door of Millers Super Value Grocery store I could have been a tragic mess, instead of the perfectly crazy silly person I am today.

Thanks Mom for keeping me. I heart you. It took a lot of courage on your part, and look at your constant reward: Me.

Oh, and as an afterthought, who’s idea was it for us to pose in front of the crazy curtains with our printed dresses? This is so wrong…

This may be my fast-pass to H*LL.

And that is not an abbreviation for hall. Cause, you don't get a fast pass to the hall. To the principles office maybe, but not the hall. Well, I can only guess about the principles office too...remember how I told all of you I was a good girl??? If you believed me then, well, that is blown to heck now too.

I know it is not nice to make fun of people. I know it is not nice to make fun of people in front of your children. But what if my MOM brings this to my attention first??? Then is it ok?

Don’t answer that. I am seeing a pattern here…Mom, Me, Children. We are all going down and using the HOV lane too.

Ok, really, we were not making fun, we were having fun. See the difference? I hope God does.

While visiting a well known attraction in The Peach State we came across this delightful lady with large hair. And yes, I said we were in the Peach state, not The Lone Star state. I thought there was a law too about big hair only residing in TX, but whatever, this lady is a rebel.

Can you see the hair to head ratio?

It was not just the largeness of her hair that amazed us, it was that her large hair contained various items. Some of them, may have been living at one time.

Can you see the butterfly? Yeah….I know. And the butterfly has a mate that is on the other side, wondering why the heck it is in someone's hair. On the back? A huge brown bow. HUGE I say.

My cousin Chris pondered that perhaps she had just come from the butterfly exhibit and inadvertently picked up some hitchhikers.

I am sure she is a delightful lady and I just hope that she has plenty of joy in her life, because she made everyone in our family giddy for a few moments.

I sincerely hope God has a sense of humor…so I can live to see another day!

*****

Speaking of hair and critters...

When I was about 16, I was standing in front of a Regis hair salon in the mall waiting for my hair appointment. I saw this woman with loads of hair walk about 8 feet in front of me going into get her hair done. I noticed in a split second, a large Palmetto Bug (don’t click if you don’t like bugs) crawl out of her hair and then back into her hair. AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO GET HER HAIR DONE.

I don't recall any screaming when she was getting shampooed or cut...but can you imagine the poor stylist finding this?

I was in shock and could not say anything.The one time I was tongue tied, I could have potentially saved someone from terror.

But what could I say? "Hey, lady, you have a roach in your hair."

How many years later..I will never forget the shock I felt.

So, butterflies in the hair, they are a good thing I suppose.

You think it is Tuesday, but really it is Monday

Because yesterday was Sunday. We had 2 Saturdays this weekend. Get it? I knew you would.

My G’ma update. She is finally home. Finally. She was supposed to get released on Friday. She was supposed to get released on Saturday. She was promised she would be released on Sunday. She was finally sent home on Monday. To clarify, her Dr. released her on Friday. It took until Monday to get the transportation set up and coordination with the home health care people to get their phone calls and paper work in order. It is such a damn shame to make a 96 year old woman wait that long. ALL she has wanted, was to be HOME.

Ok, for some fun news!!!!

The Coach bought this cookbook while we were in Colorado. It is a man cookbook. arrrrggghhhh.

It is full of PICTURES and Easy recipes. Should I be embarrassed that I am still a fan of picture books?

Don't you think it is funny that this cookbook is geared towards men and it is full of pictures? Me too. But I like it.

I have the man. He bought the cans. We have the grill.

For lunch we had this:

A delicious & juicy turkey/mushroom burger. (of course topped with the mandatory wickles pickles)

For dinner we had this:

Buffalo chicken pizza. Right off the grill. YUMMO!!!

Don’t you know *someone* else was drooling over the pizza smell too!!! OZZIE!

The best part????? I did not have to go to the grocery store or cook all day!!!!

Which was nice so I had free time to do ironing and 4 loads of laundry. Fun, I know! Ok, I was actually able to get in a great workout and some productive scrapbooking also. Oh, don’t be jealous of my glamorous life.

There are a few more dinner plans this week too out of the book…this week has to be good, right? right.

R is for…

Rainbows!!!!

On Sunday we visited Grandma in Miami. On our way back, as we were getting on “alligator alley” (the road that runs through the everglades and yes, there were LOTS of gators out) We saw this amazing double rainbow behind us. Coach pulled over so we could snap a shot of it.

Really ridiculously sweet huh? I wish now that I had got out of the car and taken a picture of the entire rainbow!

R is also for Responsible.

The coach and I were responsible citizens on Saturday when we went to our county recycling/hazardous waste center. We dropped off latex paint, oil paint, fluorescent bulbs and broken electronics.

It was a good feeling to use this free (well, is anything free? nah, TAXES baby) service. Instead of these items ending up in a landfill and harming our beautiful earth.

Have you used visited the recycling center in your area? It was really eye opening.

If these items are dropped off at the hazardous waste areas, they are taken care of in the proper manner and that is WAY better for our earth. Oh, our poor landfills will thank you. And the earth may just smile a bit more. :)

They take tires, batteries, appliances, gas tanks and more.

Just think, if we are all responsible citizens, then perhaps we will get to enjoy many more gorgeous rainbows!!!

To see how others used the letter R, visit Z-A Mondays.

Putting tunes into your head and a BIG blog help.

na na na na na na na NOW Baby give it up, give it up...

Everybody wants your love…

Do you ever wake up with a song in your head…and you don’t know how it go there? This song was stuck in my head for NO apparent reason this morning and so I was singing it to the dogs and Linds asked: “what song is that?” With the great power of you tube, I was able to show her immediately.

Now, it is in your head today too. You are welcome!

MOTTO FOR THE DAY!

Okay?

And another thing I wanted to share with you good folks: Writer - Windows Live

If you write a blog, you should be using this program. It is downloadable through windows live. FREE! The coach found this for me a few months ago and it is just incredible. I will not write my blog on blogger…ever again. You can’t make me. really. It is so darn easy, you will want to kiss me. And if it were not for that darn H1N1 epidemic, I would let you. Adding pictures(cropping, editing) videos, using different fonts…simply amazing!!! So darn easy, even a caveman can do it. (my apologies to the cavemen)

Here is a link to the pc System requirements.

While on vacation I posted a few times using blogger and let me say, there was much hair pulling, growling, grunting and veins popping. You know how the pictures don’t move like you want, or the text goes where it wants to? Not with the live writer. It is a dream. A dream I say!

A photo because I am NEVER without my camera.

Ozzie is feeling great. He got his ‘cone of shame’ off last week and has turned into a puppy again!

Action shot of the boxers, um… boxing! They almost look ferocious. almost.

Funny how they TRY to show their teeth, but I have never felt those teeth. When we hand feed them a treat, it is all GUMS. :0 I luvs ‘em!

TGIF; Please learn English and drive in the correct lane.

The Florida Everglades

Have you ever visited a foreign country where you did not speak the language and the natives were not very friendly to you because you were an outsider? I visited a place such as this three times this week. The foreign country is Miami! No habla Espanola.

Grandma was much better yesterday when I visited her. She had to go into the GI unit for a procedure. They were poking around inside and said everything looked good. Last time I checked, good is good. I judge her health on her attitude and personality. On Tuesday, she had neither. Yesterday she had some. I saw a glimmer of my sassy G’ma. Even trying to come out of anesthesia, she had a few sassy comments for the nurse. She thanked me for “reporting for duty” and then later on she said to me: “I love you Suzanne.”

I love you too G’ma.

Yes, she is much better. Not feeling as much pain. Not sure when she will get to go home, or what shape she will be in when she gets there. One day at a time. What she wants most right now, is to be in her own bed. Her own house.

All the nice comments and emails that I have recieved are just amazing. SO many nice folks out there and you visit me daily?!? thank you all. Your well wishes mean a lot!

Lucky for everyone me,I did not have to make any road rage *wishes* yesterday. But I have ONE request. Please, please spread the word: The LEFT LANE is for PASSING ONLY!!! Sorry about the screaming, that just chaps my lips. (I hate chapped lips. don’t you?)

How is that for an awesome sky last night??? Pretty good, pretty pretty good. (I stole that from Larry David)

No plans for the weekend aside from a trip to see Grandma.

I hope everyone has a safe weekend full of fun, love and people who drive in the correct lane that don’t cause me to make a bad wish on them. cold sores are not pretty.

Anything exciting going on in your neck of the woods?

Planning a labor day party? Am I invited? YES? What can I bring?

Thanks; & My cure for road rage.

Thank you all for your well wishes concerning my Grandma yesterday. I was almost overwhelmed with all the love. Almost. I suspect, that I can handle all the love in the world. It is Thursday morning, and I am on my way back to see her. Get some answers. Give some questions. Figure out just what the heck is going on with her.

Since I have been driving so much, I thought I would share with you some of my driving wisdom. You are welcome in advance.

Did you know that I have no road rage. really. I am happy about this because I grew up with a father that had major road rage issues.

What I do when someone really irritates me on the road is this: I make a wish for them. Yep. Nice huh? Well, really not so much. My wishes are as follows for the rude folks.

If they are just plain idiots. ie: speeding down MY street. I wish for them a flat tire.

If they are really rude and cut off people in traffic with no regard, I wish for them a flat tire in the rain and a cold sore.

If they are horrid drivers who should be OFF the road forever, I wish for them a flat tire in the rain, a cold sore and a debilitating case of gonorrhea.

Yep. that is my answer to road rage. And yes, I say the wishes out loud too, you know, putting it out there in the universe and Helping karma direct it’s need here and there.

Feel free to borrow any of these helpful tips, or use your own ‘wishes.’

Gosh, if only I could rule the universe…*cue evil laugh here*

Do you get road rage? Am I the only one wishing for people to get their ‘paybacks’ for acting incorrectly?

Some days are just better than others.

Blah. Blah. Yech. This is how I feel. I may have mentioned that I wear my heart on my sleeve. I do. So much so, that I need to put sunscreen on it in the summer and I make a little baby sweater for it in the winter. Heart shaped of course.

Right now, my heart is hurting.

My beloved Grandma is in the hospital. She has been there since Saturday morning.

I have blogged about this funny woman many times. She is 96. This is her FIRST hospital visit since giving birth…66 years ago. amazing right? yep, she is amazing.

I won’t go into details, too much to discuss. I am praying that she is better, or she can be at peace.

Right now, she is very uncomfortable and not herself.

She is irritated that she does not know what is going on with the Marlins baseball right now. And about those Miami Dolphins? What was that game about last week? HUH? These are the things she said to the Venezuelan male nurse on Sunday. He had no idea about either.

On Tuesday, she said not much except how much pain she was in.

I wish I was closer. It is an hour and a half each way to see her. I will try and go again tomorrow.

If you never read about the old woman, here are a few links to past posts. She will make you laugh. She has always made me laugh. She has never, ever made me cry.

When I was visiting her on Sunday, she said to me: “don’t cry for me, we have had some good times.” She made it sound like we were breaking up. I don’t like break ups.

Recently, she accused ME of Being a pervert! Yep, she has some nerve…considering…

Last Easter she told me many things, one of them is that I am acquiring a BIG BUTT.

Then there was the other time she insulted the minister on Easter Sunday. In a nice way of course.

She is one in a million!

G’ma and I on her 90th birthday. Yep, it was a surprise party too. How hard is it to surprise a 90 year old? Not very hard at all.

I may be the reason for the demise of the ‘quicker picker upper.’

or possibly I exaggerate just a bit.

Since we stopped using these: way back here HERE

and we only use ONE roll of these a month (seriously)

because we only use these:

We keep them on the kitchen table for all meals, snacks and feasts. (I should cut back on the feasting part)

I sincerely apologize to the paper towel/napkin manufacturers for their decline in sales this year.

Not really. Do you think they can sense my sarcasm???

But guess what? By switching to cloth napkins we can save loads of paper (trees) and think of it as ‘less’ in our landfills.

some facts from my Green Book:

On paper towels:

“A decrease in U.S. Household consumption of just THREE rolls per year would save 120,000 tons of waste and $4.1 million in landfill dumping fees.”

On paper napkins:

“If each person used just ONE fewer napkins per day, it would save about 150 million of them from the trash.”

And the washing/water/soap part? Nuttin’ to it. I throw mine in with loads of clothes as we use them. I am not using more water or making extra loads of wash. You can purchase these babies at goodwill/thrift stores, they don’t need to match. REALLY!

If you do this little act of kindness, don’t be shocked when you are wandering around nature one day and a tree reaches out and hugs YOU. Just watch out for the sappy ones. They like to leave their mark on you.

Now about those darn nasty paper plates….don't get me started...I'll share my thoughts on that another day.

“Lots of people, making little changes, can make a big difference.”

Busy Bee Suz

Yes, that is my original quote. :) Don’t hate.

The view from up here is pretty good, pretty good...you know, from my high horse!