Feb
29
2012

Febreze CAR Vent Clips

The Solution for the stink

Febreze CAR Vent Clips

If my home is my palace, then my car is my dump. While my home—for the most part—is kept clean and tidy, my car is, well, my car is the opposite.

First, in keeping my home neat, I simply don’t have time to tackle my car.

Second, because I don’t have time, my car smells. There, I said it. IT STINKS.

Meet the reasons my car is smelly:

Reason #1


Reason #2


Reason #3

Cheerleading, swimming, skating, camping, and an occasional wet dog all conspire to make my vehicle one malodorous mini-van. I've tried everything out there, but all I get is an overpowering smell that gags me for a few days, that dies a quick death still leaving me with a stinky car. Ugh.

Then Erica called and asked me if I’d like to try some free samples of new Febreze CAR Vent Clips (compliments of Febreze). I suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Is it because she’s smelled my car?” I thought. “It’s that time I drove her to the airport I bet.”

“Okay, Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked. 

She says no, but I remain skeptical. I agreed to give them a try but honestly, I thought they’d be just like every other product I've tried—a strong, offensive odour that only masks the smell and then sudden death.

Wrongo!

These little babies actually work! You clip them on the air vent in your car and you control the level of scent released using the handy little intensity dial. Also, like all Febreze products, they don’t just mask the smell, they eliminate it.

You know where else these are going to come handy? Our camper. That's right, our 40-foot Recreational Vehicle that sits idle for most of the year is going to be smelling more Meadows & Rain than Must & Rank. Woohoo.

So bring it on, stinky feet and smelly dog, I've found the solution to your stench. My car may not look pretty, but it's certainly going to smell it. Need a ride to the airport, Erica?

 

Feb
28
2012

Marketing Teams Need to Leave My Kids Alone

Stop Marketing Sex to Kids

Marketing Teams Need to Leave My Kids Alone

I’m not even going to try and portray myself as anything less than the hyperventilating mom when it comes to the over-sexualization of kids today. There is no use pretending that I’m all “que sera, sera” over here. Nope. I am one freaking-out mama and I’m totally ok with that. What I am not, is hysterical around my girls. To them I am unflappable when they have questions. I answer honestly and I do my best to control my emotions. After all, I want them to come to me always. One major screw up and they might turn somewhere else.

Last week, the CBC aired a documentary called Sext Up Kids (now available for viewing online). It is the next in a long line of documentaries that explore how our over-sexed society is destroying childhood and by extension, creating some pretty messed up young adults.  Other documentaries include Killing Me Softly, Sexy Inc., and Miss Representation. There is also an excellent Maclean’s article from a few years back called, Why are we dressing our daughters like this? I watch and read stuff like this because it is important to me that I stay informed, so I seek out information like this that will help me navigate my girls through the teen years. Burying my head in the sand will never be the answer.

And I get it. I have to talk, talk and talk some more. I have to talk until I’m blue in the face with my kids about all the normal, loving aspects of sex and about the stuff that is increasingly presented as normal, but is really just twisted and often violent. I have to be prepared to talk about anal sex, oral sex, multiple penetrations and girl-on-girl sex that is not necessarily homosexual but rather a fantasy that boys are being fed. I have to be prepared to talk about sexting and sending pictures over the internet. I have to explain how online relationships should not be confused with in real-life relationships. And I have to do all this while teaching them their times tables and making sure they have proper nutrition, enough exercise and sleep. So excuse me, if I’m a little pissed off.

I really wanted to explore why this type of thing angered me so much. Was it really because I was scared of my girls having sex one day? After some soul searching the answer was a resounding no. I don’t relish the idea, but it’s much like envisioning your parents having sex—you just don’t do it. I’m fully aware that at some point my children will have sex. Enough said. So what is it then?

Well, it’s a lot of things really.  For starters, its all hunky dory that we’re sexual creatures but it’s not what defines us. I don’t walk into meetings and declare I just had the best sex ever.  Sex is intimate and loving and private. Yet, it’s become public fodder and as a society we actually see how that pays off for some girls ie. Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian and their ilk.  That pisses me off.

I worry incessantly about the boys my daughters will meet in the coming years. How many hours of pornography will these boys have been exposed to by the time they meet my daughters? With 80% of boys watching hardcore porn online, it’s pretty safe to assume a lot. How many of these boys will understand the intimacy of holding hands or get the concept of romantic love?

I am angry that no matter how much I try to protect my children from damaging images and videos that some other mom is not doing her job. I am angry that as a society we are not doing enough to push back against the barrage of sexual images being thrown at us daily.  I am angry that pornograpy is becoming mainstream and that we’re not doing enough to marginalize an industry that exploits women and children.

I am angry at the media and the businesses that market sexually suggestive items to children under 13. Are any of these people parents?

So, yup, occasionally I need to grab that paper bag and breathe. I find solace in other moms. I mull over different opinions and re-examine mine. I find my true North, which is getting the two most important people in my life to adulthood as well-adjusted, happy people.  And sometimes I do want to take them and put them in a bubble. Will I actually do it? No, of course not. I have to deal with the way of the world. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though and it certainly doesn't mean I can't fight back.

Feb
22
2012

What I Am Giving Up For Lent

40 Days, 40 Nights No F*cking Swearing

What I Am Giving Up For Lent

Lent is here again and I usually don't give stuff up, mostly because I'm a major underachiever when it comes to resolutions and such. My kids, however, are towing the company line via their Catholic school and came home yesterday all eager to give stuff up. "Mommy, mommy, I'm giving up my DS, my computer time, make-up and I'm going to help you in the kitchen." Let's break this down sacrifice by sacrifice shall we?

First: Giving up your DS? You mean the one that's broken?

Second: Your computer time? Screen time is screen time in this house and she knows it. This is a classic "look at how self-sacrificing I can be" while giving up absolutely nothing. She may not be on the computer, but all iThings are still in play. Same diff.

Third: Make-up? Excuse me. You're giving up make up? Considering you're not allowed out of the house with it on, this should be realtively easy.

Fourth: Helping me in the kitchen. Hmmmm. I am such a jaded mother, so you'll have to forgive me while I laugh uncontrollably over here in the corner.

*Sigh* Kids. It's so cute how they think we just fell off the turnip truck. Then, she said it. "What are you giving up Mommy?" I could have torn a page from her book and said something like, walking alone in dark alleys and chewing tobacco, but I took the high road. "I'm giving up swearing."

Silence. Clearly, even my children don't think I can do this.

My seven-year-old immediately starts to throw out subsititutes to me. "Mommy, mommy, you can say fuddle duddle, or shazam, or drats!!!!" I cringe at the thought of sounding like Mary Poppins, and the bad-as* in me dies just a little. No swearing?! What was I thinking for f*@ks sake? I'll never be able to do this. That is unless I have a little motivation.

God might strike me down for this, but what's Lent without a little betting on the side.

For everyday I go without swearing I will put $2.50 into my "Non-swearing" jar. At the end of 40 days, whatever I have dropped in the jar will go to Because I Am A Girl Canada. This is where you enter. You can make bets on how long I refrain from blue conversation. Leave your bet in the comments below. State what day you'll think I'll falter and how much you'll donate to Because I am A Girl Canada if you're right.

Finally, leave me your subsititutes for swear words. The really meaty, make-you-feel-like-you-vented ones, because somehow I don't think "oh drats" is quite going to do it.