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I know, why am I writting this review? Well, I thought I would share my opinion. I’m told I’m very opinionated.
So, these ordorless glad trash bag, do they really work? Yes
Are they worth the $$? Here is my review on that question;
We use to have a small trash can for our kitchen. We use everything up. HArdly ever have dinner scraps, whatever food scraps we do have, they either get composted (banana peels, peach pits, etc) or freezed to be dumped later (ie, bacon fat, cause we really dont wanna reuse that, moldy cheese, etc). With our little 2 gallon trash can we were emptying it maybe once a day when we started having 2 little ones in diapers. Not only that, the odor was getting horrific. We upgraded to a 10 gallon trash can with a lid. But even still, it was still causing odors. Maybe because it was being emptied 1 a week or 2 a week. Once winter comes it will be even less than that 1 every 2 weeks. Anway, normal trash bags + a sniffle pouch (also known as sachet pouch) was not cutting it. I cannot stand Glade or sprays like that. So I see this commercial for the new Glad ordorless bags and though, “why not. It cant make it any worse right?”
I am impressed. If you have a small family like we do, and do not take your trash out often its definetly worth the money. Definetly. It can make your kitchen smell like a department store but I’m ok with that. Not a problem. Just pointing out that fact though.
I was talking to Mumsie about the Glad Bags. She said, “even if you dont need persay for your house (they take trash out once a day. What do you expect with a family of 10) it would be great for outside trash odors as well. Your neighbors might love you for it. ” Hmmm, now thats a thought!
So, that is my review. Definetly worth the money here. We will be making the switchover. I’m frugal. Its garbage right? Its all going? I wont spend the money on those hold-it-all bags. I dont need them. And on the occasion that I do. I’ll just double bag it. But these, yes I will spend the $$ for them.
Or so says despair.com. Take a look!
One can have many adventures on a bike. Its quite amazing really. I went for a simple bike ride last night. It was maybe a 2 mile bike ride, tops. Took about 20 minutes. I used the bike path near our home, and as I was coasting alone and passing a family walking along, I imagined myself along an old dirt road. Children racing along to catch the hopping toads (or in our case, lizards). My straw hat would of course stay one well. Wild flowers would gently spill out of my wicker basket. It would be a cool summer day. (Not really an oxy-moron if you think about the fantasy life, anything is possible). It was a lovely time.
I passed Walmart and Albertsons as I turned onto a more fast paced road. I pictured myself cycling down mainstreet, this time, brown paper packages, tied up in strings graced my little whicker basket. Oh and a flour sack. Old automobiles honked in a friendly wave. Dainty white gloves are on my fingers. Children playing with those larger than life hoops. Maybe, once in a while a cat will scurry across the road.
It was time to turn again. This was the road leading out of town. An elderly man was pulled off to the side, a mexican man was jump-starting his car. The bike path is more narrow here. I thought of a wheel coming off a buggy and a gentleman helping a gentleman with his wheel. I also passed a man in a wheelchair, almost ran into him as a matter of fact, thats what happens when you think of the adventures your having and not watching where your going. Gulp. But as I passed, I used that image as someone like Mr. Churchill from Jane Austen’s Emma passing by with a tip of his hat and a smirk on his face. I really wasnt blushing you know. It was that cool summer heat getting to me.
Finally that last stretch that will take me home. My bike has turned into a gentle riding mare. I cant be the only one thats ever pictured my bike as a mare, even as a child that was my favorite thing to pretend. Returning home to my little darlings. I pass an elderly couple struggling along to get a good walk in for the evening. My mare trots pass this lovely gardener and his wife. They smile. They have not a care in this Utopia world. My riding crop is crisp and green of course. It is lovely evening.
Finally, I’m turning into my driveway. All fantasy and dreams gone. I am home. I hear my little boy giggle as Daddy blows on his tummy. I hear my little girl say, “Daddy, Emma. Daddy, Emma.” And I know she’s begging for a turn. It is time to come home. And am I glad to be here.
My friend sent me these LOVELY napkins. I’m in heaven. I love them. How refreshing to sit with a cuppa tea and know that you’ll love your napkin beside it. Quality fabric, and quality sewing. Ahh yes. The good life.
But I have a daughter that needs more than a napkin, She also sent me a bib that has been used well for the day. The bib she is wearing now was a baby gift from our crazy packer fan. It always makes me think of her when we use it. Such a smile we all wear while she wears her bib. Oh yes, Stephen uses it too.
And we harvested our first very puny strawberry today. Unfortunetly if we didnt pick it soon the birds would have feasted on it. It might be the only strawberry of the season. I so long for the days when you could just grow a field of them and enjoy them all summer long.
And lastly, My gorgeous and wonderful Sister Braelyn took family photos a couple weeks ago. Here is a sample of what we have!
May God richly bless you all! Thank you for reading this blog. I very much enjoy comments so drop one by! 
Outside my Window-
David cleaning a new vaccum and Emma playing in the wagon.
I am thinking…
That Stephen really likes noise makers.
From the learning rooms…
We are learning how windmills work.
I am thankful for…
Beautiful Summer days that allow fresh air and exercise.
From the kitchen…
Gluten Free Quiche is ready to be made.
I am wearing …
A Summer plaid button down dress. Very feminine. David loves it. 
I am reading…
Lies Women Believe by Nancy Leigh DeMoss and TRYING to get through a Debbie Macomber book.
I am hoping…
To get some sewing time in today.
I am creating…
New outfits for the kidlets. Froggies. Dell would like that.
I am praying…
For healing to those that need the Great Physician, Strength for the weak, and grace for the sinner.
Around the house…
I am trying to acomplish a clean livingroom.
One of my favorite things…
Watching my husband give a good hearty laugh.
A few plans for the rest of the week…
Family walk, Birthday dinner for Daddy, Nice bike ride.
A picture to share…
Our favorite pastime around here…
As I was heading down Wal-mart’s grocery isle, I spied an elderly gentleman, struggling with his walker, each step of the way. He was stooped low. He was slower than my 18month old daughter walking, I normally wouldnt have glanced a second time at this man. However, he was struggling along singing, in this rich deep voice;
“I am weak but Thou art strong… Jesus, keep me from all wrong.”
My heart stopped, my throat constricted. I too slowed my steps. If angels in heaven have such a voice as this, eternity will be all to short in time. My friend was with me this day. I was in a rush to get back home so I could finish some of the mundain things that seem to occupy all my time these days. But as I grabbed a loaf of bread for my neighbor, I just had to hear that voice again. I dont normally stalk people but I was drawn to that voice… So we headed to the shampoo isle.
“Just a closer walk with Thee….”
Shuffle. Shuffle. Screech.
“Graaaant Jesus… Is My pleeeaa”.
Pause to look at some expensive brand I’ll never get.
“Daily walking close to Thee. Let it be, Oh dear Lord, Let it be.”
God did not only speak to me that day in a choir of singers. He did not only speak to me through powerful preachers on the radio, He spoke to me, by a single gentleman at Walmart. A man, that if he was just shuffling along silently, I would have never noticed.
I now have that song stuck in my heart. Quite often, I catch myself humming it, and pausing to reflect this memory. It will never ever depart me. This is my daily prayer.
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
- Refrain:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
