Growing Pains

Technically, growing clumsy is more accurate. This child is growing so fast; and today, maybe he forgot where his limbs were because he managed to...

• Wake me up by accidentally dropping and breaking a full glass of lemonade all over the kitchen.
• Run into and then kick my office recycling up into the air and it came flying down - you can guess what sort of mess that made.
• Drop fishy's open food container on my bed. Fish food - everywhere.
• Run into an open box of about 689,087,231 toothpicks that we use for crafts - toothpicks all over the house.
• Later he ran into one of said toothpicks, and cut his foot.
• Plus, more of the same.

I'm not used to this. Cedar's the type of kid you can actually take into a china shop and not worry about. He's graceful and lightly handles everything. So today was frustrating and odd. I'm hoping it's a phase.

In any case, we also had to go clothes shopping today, which I hate, and all in all it was a long day. I was feeling pretty tired and then I saw this awesome commercial over at Solo Mother:



Now, of course the commercial won't help me any at this point, but it did make me realize that Cedar's not so bad, he never does this, I suppose he's just having a bad day.

A girl and her boy walk into a pet store...

And the girl says, "Do you know how to fix a pump for a fish tank?" The clerk says, what sort of fish do you have? Girl replies, "Betta." Clerk says, you know Betta don't need an air pump, right?

Girl says, "Yeah, but since ours broke, she seems really out of sorts and cranky..." Silence from clerk. "Um, that sounds nuts, right?"

Clerk stresses that far more crazy pet people than the girl come in on a daily basis. However, girl, after hearing the words come out of her mouth, realizes that she's spending far too much time with the fish. She knows the fish just a little too well.

Sigh. It's like I'm a officially a pet owner or something. Haven't we established that I don't do pets? Again, sigh.

Where Bloggers Blog

We just did something kind of fun (more fun than the Snapple issue below) at one of my networks. We all got together and threw a theme day - "Where we blog." It was fun to see where everyone works and if you're curious about the variety of places network bloggers blog, you should go take a look.

Where bloggers blog round-up.

Refreshing Snapple Poison

So, I buy a Snapple, something I haven't done in years (literally). I mainly buy organic drinks, but we were at the store, and lemon tea sounded good, so I figured one wouldn't kill me. Ah ha. Irony.

We get home, I open said "won't kill me Snapple" and it tastes like someone poured cleaning fluid in it. I'm so not kidding. I can't explain it. It tasted like a mixture of old plastic and pine sol or something. It even smells crazy.

Still, I start thinking, I don't really drink sweet stuff, maybe I'm just off. Ben comes over that night, and I make him taste it. Ben drinks sugary bad stuff all the time. Ben has eaten gross deep fried Minnesota fair food without so much a bat of an eye. If the drink is anywhere near decent, he'll love it. Nope. Ben thinks it tastes poison worthy as well.

Here's the best part: NO ONE CARES.

I email Snapple a nice, not even rude email, saying maybe there's a batch problem or something. No one responds. I take the drink back to the store and customer service reluctantly gives me my money back and says, "Well, we haven't heard that the Snapples are dangerious from the company." Well duh.

I say, "Shouldn't you smell it at least, or pull the others with the same batch numbers, what if it really is dangerious?" Clerk looks at me like I'm nuts.

So, Snapple, is out. I won't buy it anymore, and you maybe shouldn't either. Or just make sure it doesn't smell like household cleaner before you drink it.

Crazy. That'll learn me to buy conventional.

Not Fair Trade Blogging

Check out this awesome video I saw today at Geeks are Sexy. I hate when people say LOL, but seriously this is LOL funny: