This weekend we were discussing Valentines Day and brainstorming ideas for B's valentines. I don't remember making my own valentines for my friends or even having to give one to every kid in the class. I just remember that we would make card holders for the front of our desks and pray that we got at least one valentine put into it. I try to make B's valentines each year using materials we already have at home. Partly because I like to reuse things and give them new life and also because I'm too lazy to go out in this cold to buy valentines or supplies. This year I wanted something really easy that could be done in as little time as possible.
The first time I went camping I was 6 months old and I pretty much haven't stopped since. I have tried all different styles of camping at a large number of campgrounds and what can really make or break your experience is your campsite. Pick wrong and you could end up beside the outhouse, surrounded by poison ivy or with no privacy at all. It can be stressful, because who wants to be the one everyone points to when someone asks "who the hell picked this site?". Luckily, I am pretty much a pro at picking the right site and you can be too if you follow these tips.
When I woke up today I heard on the radio that it was going to be -30C. My first thought was that there was no way in hell I was going to spend even a second shoveling today. If I could drive my car straight into my office to avoid having to walk outside in this weather I would have. I certainly didn't think about the impact this temperature could on my driving range. I was only going to be driving 45 kilometers round trip, which is completely doable even if I had the heat blasting and was driving like a 16 year old with a Ferrari. And then I made a mistake.
We were playing I Spy as we drove to school. Yellow is always the lines on the road. Pink always gets the response "I tricked you!" This morning it went like this.
Me - I spy with my little eye, something that is blue.
B - That sign
Me - What sign?
B - That one. (He must pointing at something but you know I can't tell BECAUSE I'M DRIVING)
Me - No
B - My hoodie?
Me - No
B - Well it isn't my coat that you left at home.
Me - $&*@
Yesterday Joe asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I hate this question. If I answer it then that is probably what I will get and then I won't be surprised. Plus I figure that someone who has been with me for nearly 10 years should know what to get me. But what if the consumer market isn't set up for someone like Joe to be able to find gifts for a crunchy gal like me. As you walk through any mall or even an online store, you are bombarded by toxic filled gift packs that are aimed at being a quick and easy gift for women.
Over the last eight years I have been eliminating toxic products from my life but the one that I always struggled with was deodorant. I have tried every commercially made natural deodorant that I could get my hands on but none of them seemed to work. I had given up and come to terms with the fact that I will probably always have to use the toxic Secret Clinic Strength. Then one day I decided to just make my own. I mean seriously, why not right? I had nothing to lose other than maybe smelling a bit and having a recipe that didn't work. But that is nothing a weekend trial can't fix. So I made my own, and it worked. Really worked.