Go Get a Grain of Salt. Got it? Good. You're Going To Need it.

I ordered these Safety Tats for the kids to wear on our upcoming trip to Disneyland. I can't wait for them to come! Thanks Kristen, for the tip.

On Mother's Day Seth and Alice were having a little argument about something (should I admit this? I know you all have perfect children . . .) and Michael quietly suggested that they try harder to get along in honor of Mother's Day.
"Why?" Seth responded. "It's not Alice day!"

This morning I was sitting in my parked car thinking about something. I didn't realize that I had put one finger over my lips while I thought until T started hissing "Shhhhhh! Shhhhh Mom! Shhhh." I guess he's familiar with the shush, Mandy-style.

Time to take your grain of salt:
I've created quite a stir with my link to The Story of Stuff. Yes, it is all very Portland-y. It is sad when trees get cut down and all, but that is old news. The environmental stuff is not what is truly bugging me about this movie. What is bugging me is that the nation's economy is hung on my spending habits. I don't want the entire economic framework of our country to grind to a halt, but . . .
I hate that the stuff I buy is designed to break. I hate that platform shoes are only in style this year because I bought flats last year. I hate feeling like the vote I cast at Target with my pocketbook carries more weight than the vote I'll cast in the presidential election. I hate debt, and heaven knows this country is in it.
I also feel like a punk, because I have too much stuff. I have a feeling that my pioneer ancestors would roll over in their graves if they ever had the opportunity to take a gander at the contents of my closet. And yet, I'd really like a new shirt.
I currently own four (four!) strollers and am not satisfied with any of them (well I used to be, but my favorite one broke). My three year old daughter owns 2 pairs of sneakers, 2 pairs of mary janes, 3 pairs of Sunday shoes, 2 pairs of rainboots, 2 pairs of sandals and a truly chic pair of brown boots. I list what Alice has, because if my pioneer ancestors knew how many pairs of shoes I have, they'd roll over in their graves twice. Alice's shoe wardrobe probably just makes them sneeze, or maybe cough a little.
Needless to say, I have a problem, and it is all the government's fault! Just kidding. It is my fault. I resolve to be better.
Okay, enough about that. Now you know what frosts my cookies.

Time for bluebirds and sunshine. Look at this:
Ummm, bluebirds? Sunshine?
You missed your cue bluebirds and sunshine.
Oh well, I guess when you are camping in Oregon you get what you get and you don't throw a fit.
Now go buy yourself a new pair of shoes. Just don't put them on a credit card.