My blog's carbon footprint? Really?

It never occurred to me that my blog could have a carbon footprint. But I got this email from a cool group and thought I would share it... Here are some excerpts:

I am part of a young team in Germany, working for an initiative called "Make it green!". Our goal is to contribute our part in reducing the carbon footprint by raising awareness of the severe environmental damage caused by carbon emissions . One of our activities is to raise awareness of the carbon emissions resulting from the use of the internet - specifically of blogs. A blog with 15,000 visits a month has a yearly carbon dioxide emissions of 8 lb.

(OK, I can only dream of 15,000 visits a month, but wowza. That is a staggering amount.)

How do we actually neutralize your blog's carbon footprint? We are planting trees in cooperation with the Arbor Day Foundation in Plumas National Forest in Northern California for our project to neutralize the carbon footprint of blogs. Thousands of wildfires burned down many national forests over the past ten years and 88.000 acres of Plumas' were destroyed by two fires in 2007. To help replanting we need the support of bloggers all over the world! For every participating blog we plant a tree. One blog - one tree.

So here is my post, and there is my new coolio button in that column over "thar" >>>>>>>

Scroll down....down...a little farther. Yep. That one.

I am totally a tree-huggin' mama, so plant a tree for me, my new German friends!

Danke schön !

Chase-isms

This morning while checking out the box of dinosaur fruit chews, the littlest kid tells me, "You know, dinosaurs are in-stinkt."

(Proud mom...) "That is right, buddy. Very good."

Wow, it actually sunk in when we talked about extinction! Score one for awesome me!

"And what does that mean?"

"It means you have to run from them because they smell bad."

Yeah. We may need to work on that some more.

So, maybe singing will be his forte.

Just heard him playing on the computer, singing songs along with some music on Sprout. He's got the B-I-N-G-O song. (Go, little kid, go!)

Now...Row, Row, Row your boat... And I hear...

"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary...life is down the drain!"

There's always hope for a football scholarship I suppose.

Good Choices and Destruction

Ah, winter... Time for snow, cold, cabin fever, and hijinks.

My kids are officially stir crazy and getting into everything. Thereby making me stir crazy as well.

Remember way back...when I wrote about Destructo Baby? Well, leave him to his own devices, and he now has become Destructo Kid. Today I discovered a lovely smiley-faced stick figure kicking a ball drawn on the top of my leather-covered coffee table. When confronted with said picture, he made a grimace like "whoops" and said, "But I did it on purpose and I am sorry."

Um, say what?

Witness one of our laptop keyboards.

And this is after I had replaced the "s" key which he had removed and oh-so-slyly replaced. Only backward. The kid has no game.

Asked about this, you get the same response. I guess he should get some points for honesty. Then again, when asked who ate all of the whipped cream out of the fridge this morning, I was informed that we have a ghost in the house. And that is who did it, darn him.

The middle kid is also looking at creative ways to send me to the loony bin. This week, it is all about making bad choices and good choices. His bad choices take him off of the computer for the day (oh, the horror!) to which I am informed that I am no longer his "very best favorite friend." So, the future lawyer (or con artist, not sure which...) has proposed a little compromise. Ok, he will take the bump off of the computer, but maybe not for the whole day. Maybe if he makes good choices, then he can earn the privilege back? Hmmm... Sounded good to me, and I admired his problem-solving skills and initiative.

Until he then immediately started walking around the house, looking around, and saying things like this...

"Um, Mom, I was going to give the cat a haircut and then I thought I had better not. I made a good choice, right?"

"Yeah..."

(Pauses, walks, looks around...)

"Mom, I was going to give you a Karate chop, and then I stopped. I made a good choice, right?"

"Ummmm, well, yes, but..."

"Mom, you are the best mom from here to the moon. I told you that when I thought it, so that was a good choice, right?"

(Me, the dim bulb, figuring it out...) "Yes, and thank you, I love you, too, but that isn't how this works. This ain't my first rodeo, cowboy."

Deviant little turds. Gotta love 'em.