Earlier this week, I declared that I am officially a stay at home mum. Ember is my "employer". I've seen a couple of online articles recently that discuss Mommy calling cards - business cards for parents that have their name, number, email address, and child's name on them. I didn't know these things existed. There's even a MomCards.com. On their homepage, they suggest handing these cards out to your child's teachers. Hmmm.
What do we think of this? It's seems a tad unnecessary, doesn't it? Though, at the same time, I can completely appreciate the convenience of this. While Ember and I are out on walks, we often bump into other families, start chatting and eventually exchange numbers. Since I don't carry a pen on me, and I all too often forget my cell, these little cards would come in handy.
Unequivocally, I can't imagine ever paying for an item like this. (Back to that budget...) And, considering I can navigate computer software fairly well, I am able of cooking up some for myself. But then again, no, I can't really imagine doing that either.
They don't offend me.
They seem like perfect frivolity.
The stationary lover in me thinks they're fantastic.
Where do you stand: Do you already have a set on order? Or, do these just register as purely pretentious?
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Thought Filled Thursday
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
And, this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, all the way home.
Does it strike anyone else as odd that a little piggy would eat roast beef? A fellow barnyard animal? Well I thought it very strange indeed. So I changed the words. In our house, the rhyme goes like this:
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had ROOT BEER.
This little piggy had none.
And, this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, all the way home.
While I don't think that little piggies would actually drink root beer, I find it a lot more comfortable to imagine.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
And, this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, all the way home.
Does it strike anyone else as odd that a little piggy would eat roast beef? A fellow barnyard animal? Well I thought it very strange indeed. So I changed the words. In our house, the rhyme goes like this:
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had ROOT BEER.
This little piggy had none.
And, this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, all the way home.
While I don't think that little piggies would actually drink root beer, I find it a lot more comfortable to imagine.
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