Today you can find me over at Laugh Out Loud!

Today I am being featured over at a brand spanking new blog you have to check out called Laugh Out Loud. I'm honored to have been considered, and I submitted one of my favorite old posts, so it may be deja vu for some of you. This blog is going to be a barrel of laughs, so if you're looking for some smiles, click HERE and be sure to follow!


TerraCycle: Turning Garbage Into Gold (More Going Green For Spring) & Giveaway winners!

Please please please watch this short video to see what TerraCycle is all about and how it works!

Last year on Oprah's Earth Day show, I heard about a little company doing something BIG in Trenton, New Jersey. TerraCycle takes our everyday non-recyclable waste and turns it into eco-friendly products like tote bags, lunch kits, coasters, pencil cases, backpacks, folders, laptop cases, and trash cans. For a list of products TerraCycle makes with our trash, go here. These are available on the site or at stores like Wal-Mart, Target, Home Depot, and Whole Foods.

Inspired, I started my own Juice Pouch Brigade last year. I collect empty juice pouches (Capri Sun, Minute Maid, Honest Kids, and Kool Aid) and ship them to TerraCycle (they pay the postage and provide shipping supplies & pre-paid labels). For every pouch I send in, the company donates two cents to the charity or school of my choice. It's a win-win situation: it keeps garbage out of our landfills, turns it into something useful, and benefits schools and needy organizations. For a list of types of trash TerraCycle accepts or other Recycling Brigades you can create, go here. I challenge you to find a brigade that appeals to you and take the first step. It's really very easy. Grab a partner or two if that will help you. Once you get it started, there's no stopping you, and it feels so good to do something GREEN! TerraCycle makes it all so easy--they are the ones doing all the hard work for us. I cannot say enough about them.

(Setting up our juice pouch collection site at New Reform Temple, our charity of choice)

My kids are involved in GOING GREEN! I teach them about our planet, recycling, and encourage them to help! Here they are adding our empty juice pouches to the collection basket.

Find Terracycle on Twitter: @TerraCycle
Become a fan of Terracycle on Facebook: click here

AND , the winners of my GO GREEN GIVEAWAY are: Holly over at 504 Main and Big Mama's The Bristol Project! Email me (erinlynn76@aol.com) your addresses and will ship your bags out by the weekend! I am not techno savvy, so I just chose my winners the old-fashioned way, out of a hat! If you didn't win but want some high quality reusable produce bags, check out Love For Earth on Etsy.com. She is wonderful!

To see the winner of Deb's GO GREEN GIVEAWAY giveaway, please head over to her place, Menopausal New Mom.


Today You Can Find Me Over at Say Anything (Sorry it's not John Cusack related)

** Don't forget to enter my GO GREEN FOR SPRING giveaway! Ends THURSDAY!

I have to give a shout out to Alexes over at One Cluttered Brain! She thought I was cool enough to be  interviewed over at Say Anything today. Say Anything is the brainchild of Dee, a.k.a. The Redheaded Stepchild. Make sure you go and visit them both, tell them I sent you. I'm late posting this because apparently I'm an idiot and got my dates confused. Thought my post wouldn't be up til tomorrow. Oops! Anyway, you can read my interview here.


I Yam What I Yam, Which is Not "Just a Mom."

I'm not "just a mom." I'm going to stop saying that to people when they ask me what I "do." Oh, how I loathe that loaded question. I'm a complicated collage of so many things that I don't even really know how to answer. My roles runneth over, bleed into one another.

I'm a wife. A sister. A daughter. A daughter-in-law. A niece. A cousin. A friend. A reader. A writer. A horrible singer. A Jew. A Green Gal. A procrastinator. A Jazzerciser. A new 30-Day Shredder. I'm a woman with a lot of potential for what, I don't know.

I'm also the maid. And the gourmet chef preparer of meals. The laundress. The packer of backpacks, the wiper of tushies. The dog groomer. The bill payer (but not the bread winner, the ultimate paradox). I am the runner of errands. I am the weed-puller, the snow shoveler, the leaf raker, and the coffee maker (but not the coffee drinker). I am the chauffeur, the grocery shopper, the referee, the checkbook-balancer. I am a wine drinker, a wallflower and a poop-scooper. I am the buyer of presents, the planner of parties, the schlepper of stuff. I empty the dishwasher, I take out the trash, I drop off our glass at the recycling place. I am the rule enforcer, the manners teacher, and the question answerer. I am the fence mender, the peace keeper, and the Queen of Bribery. I am a white liar, a storyteller, a loud yeller and a boo-boo kisser.

Sometimes the frustrations that come with being a mom cause me to devalue myself and everything I do for my family.

For example, I recently made homemade blueberry muffins for the first time it was groundbreaking, people. No more of those Betty Crocker muffins from a box. I got the recipe from Elaine over at The Miss Elaine-ous Life. I measured flour, sugar, baking powder, used fresh berries, the whole nine yards. But because my children are apparently such devoted fans of Betty Crocker, they each took an itty bitty bite and promptly declared my masterpiece muffins "yucky."

The girls often come home from school and rave about all the delicacies Miss Annette cookes up for them in the kitchen there. Last week, they couldn't stop talking about her "cinnamon apples." So I made apple crisp for dessert one night. They wouldn't eat it. I even called it "cinnamon apples," but they weren't fooled.

I also made homemade macaroni and cheese (I used sharp cheddar, monterey jack, parmesan and colby cheeses), but they prefer that crap that comes in the blue box.

I took them to the park yesterday at their request. Once there, Abby clung to my left leg for much of the time and whined that she wanted to go home. Izzy pointed at an older girl and loudly said, "Mommy, that girl has naked feet and they are STINKY."

I took them with me to get manicures one day as a reward. They began complaining two minutes in. "How long is this going to take, Mommy?" "Are we done yet?" I'm so stupid. I desperately needed a manicure and thought they would enjoy getting one along with me and feeling all grown up. But they were impatient and noisy and it was a bad idea.

Being a mom means...constantly multitasking and juggling.

Being a mom means...learning to go with the flow.

Being a mom means...telling myself that I am enough, that I do enough.

Being a mom means...reminding myself that Supermom does not exist.

Being a mom means...learning to be more patient, understanding, loving, & attentive.

Being a mom means...being me, and being okay with that.

**Karin over at Mommy Matters happened to write a very similar post today....which just goes to show you how many mommies are living parallel lives. She graciously allowed me to link up to her. It's funny that we were on the same wavelength at the same time!

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