The Earth Day
We hear more and more about the environment and the importance of saving. So why do we still see ads that promote the purchase of disposable items? Collecting damage with disposable paper towels: completely absurd. Wash the floor with a broom disposable: absurd too. Wash baby with disposable wipes: we really feel like destroying our world.
I'm not totally against the disposable stuff. When we go out, it's pretty handy to have disposable diapers! But anyway, I do my effort with cloth diapers at home (even if washed, it comes as much more environmentally friendly gesture, it takes much more water for the manufacture of disposable diapers for washing cloth diapers) I not let the water run for anything, I'm washing in cold water at all times (I do not understand besides people who wash again in 2009, their clothes in hot water?? ???), I take washcloths, towels instead of paper towels, I compost everything that can be composted, I get everything I can, I reduce the number of plastic at source (buy in bulk and use containers instead of buying individual juice ), I take short showers, I lower the thermostat at night, I recycle everything I can, in short I try by all means to me.
I salute the grocery stores that charge for plastic bags. I'd love to do more, but hey, one step at a time ...
Good day, planet ...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
What Can A Write For A 3rd Birthday Party
Being a mother
I received this email, I then transfer it via my blog ...
Before being a mom ...
I never enfargée in toys and I never sought the words to a lullaby.
I never wondered if my plants could be toxic.
I never thought about immunization.
I had full control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept my nights.
Before being a mom ...
I never held a child screaming for the doctor to do an exam or giving a vaccine.
I never looked into eyes filled with tears and cried because it hurt me.
I had never stayed up late the night just to watch a baby sleep.
Before being a mom ...
I never kept a baby asleep in my arms just because I did not want to put it in his bed.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces because I could not remove the bobo.
I do not doubt that something so small could affect my life so much.
I do not doubt that I could love someone so much.
I do not doubt that I would be a mom.
Before being a mom ...
I had never known the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I did not know how special it to feed a hungry baby.
I do not know the tie that binds mother to child.
I did not know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before being a mom ...
I never lifted for 10 minutes at night just to make sure everything was fine.
I do not know the warmth, joy, love, pain, wonder or the satisfaction of being a mom.
I did not know that I was able to feel the same before being a mother.
And before being a grandma ...
I did not know that all these "feelings Mom" are more than doubled when You see this little being held ... by your baby.
Send this to someone who is a good mom or a good Grandma
I received this email, I then transfer it via my blog ...
Before being a mom ...
I never enfargée in toys and I never sought the words to a lullaby.
I never wondered if my plants could be toxic.
I never thought about immunization.
I had full control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept my nights.
Before being a mom ...
I never held a child screaming for the doctor to do an exam or giving a vaccine.
I never looked into eyes filled with tears and cried because it hurt me.
I had never stayed up late the night just to watch a baby sleep.
Before being a mom ...
I never kept a baby asleep in my arms just because I did not want to put it in his bed.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces because I could not remove the bobo.
I do not doubt that something so small could affect my life so much.
I do not doubt that I could love someone so much.
I do not doubt that I would be a mom.
Before being a mom ...
I had never known the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I did not know how special it to feed a hungry baby.
I do not know the tie that binds mother to child.
I did not know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before being a mom ...
I never lifted for 10 minutes at night just to make sure everything was fine.
I do not know the warmth, joy, love, pain, wonder or the satisfaction of being a mom.
I did not know that I was able to feel the same before being a mother.
And before being a grandma ...
I did not know that all these "feelings Mom" are more than doubled when You see this little being held ... by your baby.
Send this to someone who is a good mom or a good Grandma
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Stop Microsoft Activesync From Starting
Vacuum
I like a vacuum inside today. A big ball of emotion that just will not leave. I want to spit as far as possible. Spitting the negative emotion that feels tight inside me. Who eats me up inside to reach my brain and give me the impression that the pain of living. A good cry. Howl a while. Just take out the bad. Not that it goes wrong in my life. Far from it. My little chip is well. She smiles and coos. It fills me with joy every time. She made her nights, 10-12 hours online. Since its 6th week of life. A pure delight to be able to sleep without interruption. My Lovely fills me with joy. It is present and makes me feel good. I'm not locked up 24 hours on 24 as some new mothers. I go out, I'll visit my friends and my family. So why this pain inside me? Why this new sensitivity to the news on TV? Why the fate of others affect me more. Not that he does not touched me before, but even more today. I do not watch more television in the same way. Neither film which combines violence and hatred. I do not read newspapers as before. Also more detached. More connected to reality. It pogne me in the guts. I am more sensitive to people around me, most affected by the sun that warms me, the wind that feels so good. Is it that, becoming a mother? Log in even more on our emotions. Already as women, we are linked directly to our heart, can we really be better? It seems to me that so difficult to manage ... ...
I like a vacuum inside today. A big ball of emotion that just will not leave. I want to spit as far as possible. Spitting the negative emotion that feels tight inside me. Who eats me up inside to reach my brain and give me the impression that the pain of living. A good cry. Howl a while. Just take out the bad. Not that it goes wrong in my life. Far from it. My little chip is well. She smiles and coos. It fills me with joy every time. She made her nights, 10-12 hours online. Since its 6th week of life. A pure delight to be able to sleep without interruption. My Lovely fills me with joy. It is present and makes me feel good. I'm not locked up 24 hours on 24 as some new mothers. I go out, I'll visit my friends and my family. So why this pain inside me? Why this new sensitivity to the news on TV? Why the fate of others affect me more. Not that he does not touched me before, but even more today. I do not watch more television in the same way. Neither film which combines violence and hatred. I do not read newspapers as before. Also more detached. More connected to reality. It pogne me in the guts. I am more sensitive to people around me, most affected by the sun that warms me, the wind that feels so good. Is it that, becoming a mother? Log in even more on our emotions. Already as women, we are linked directly to our heart, can we really be better? It seems to me that so difficult to manage ... ...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
How To Use Front Camera In E71
Little baby
All be small. Tiny ball of life that I hold in my arms. Warm and sleepy. Nearly basic needs: sleep, eat, digest. Far from the secondary needs to surpass his neighbor big tank, big TV, fashionable clothing. It will come. But for now, it's there, asleep. She thinks of nothing, does not depress, does not question that it will become even later if it will succeed his math exam. If a boy wants to dance with her or if she will stay away to wait for an invitation.
She drinks, hungry. About 8 times a day. But he never comes to mind: what if I eats too much, will I become huge? Am I pleasing in spite of my love handles and my three chins? It will be good enough for the rest of his life to despise in the mirror, failing to have the perfect figure that we require magazines. For now
fragile little creature, she smiled. Perhaps she dreams in fine weather she has experienced? those who will come? It sounds in his sleep. She jumps. Perhaps she dreams in less happy days she lived? to those who come in spite of herself.
What she does not realize yet, with barely two months on his agenda is that through good times and bad, his parents will be at his side to encourage him and love him. Because they already enjoy an unconditional love and indestructible.
she laughs or cries she, her mum and dad are there to cuddle. Play with it for fun. The rocking to calm her. It will never fail kisses on her beautiful cheeks of milk on her feet, her little hands and her belly soft and warm.
They sing songs for him to sleep or make them laugh, even if it happens in the middle of dinner alone together. For the couple understands that baby's life passes quickly, it growing at a breakneck pace already, and should therefore enjoy. Every moment. Mom and Dad will find plenty of time to stick together during bath time, feedings and diaper changes.
All be small. Tiny ball of life that I hold in my arms. Warm and sleepy. Nearly basic needs: sleep, eat, digest. Far from the secondary needs to surpass his neighbor big tank, big TV, fashionable clothing. It will come. But for now, it's there, asleep. She thinks of nothing, does not depress, does not question that it will become even later if it will succeed his math exam. If a boy wants to dance with her or if she will stay away to wait for an invitation.
She drinks, hungry. About 8 times a day. But he never comes to mind: what if I eats too much, will I become huge? Am I pleasing in spite of my love handles and my three chins? It will be good enough for the rest of his life to despise in the mirror, failing to have the perfect figure that we require magazines. For now
fragile little creature, she smiled. Perhaps she dreams in fine weather she has experienced? those who will come? It sounds in his sleep. She jumps. Perhaps she dreams in less happy days she lived? to those who come in spite of herself.
What she does not realize yet, with barely two months on his agenda is that through good times and bad, his parents will be at his side to encourage him and love him. Because they already enjoy an unconditional love and indestructible.
she laughs or cries she, her mum and dad are there to cuddle. Play with it for fun. The rocking to calm her. It will never fail kisses on her beautiful cheeks of milk on her feet, her little hands and her belly soft and warm.
They sing songs for him to sleep or make them laugh, even if it happens in the middle of dinner alone together. For the couple understands that baby's life passes quickly, it growing at a breakneck pace already, and should therefore enjoy. Every moment. Mom and Dad will find plenty of time to stick together during bath time, feedings and diaper changes.
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