Last night I went down to this local earth market store, it was very different from your average Whole Foods. There were no babies being toted around in $500 strollers or the parking lot lined with Lincoln Navigators or Suburbans, the people inside looked like they should be shopping there and that didn't include me. It was a very small place with interesting features and some reasonable prices, I thought. The whole place smelled like patchouli and I'm sure had I been looking for indian hair tampons, I just may have found them. I was there looking for g diapers, the g diaper website said this place carried them, but they didn't. All they had were Seventh Generation chlorine free. I'm going to get them anyway, but now I will have to order them through diapers.com, which I was planning on anyway... you really can't beat their price right now. I'm not a hippie and my family doesn't only eat organic or use natural products, but I do have a child who watched Wall-E three times a day and it really makes you think about how life will be (or not be) if we continue to live this way. The prospect of 2012 completely scares me even though I don't think it's true... very much like Y2K. Until the moment passes when it's deemed not true, I will have this anxiety in the back of my soul. The movie didn't help. The anxiety isn't for me, it's for my children. The fact that I brought children into this world who may not see 5 years old because of some Mayan calendar prediction is scary and while it would be ok for me to go since I have lived and done almost everything I have wanted other than see Greece, grow old with my husband, and watch our children grow up and become adults... the last two are impossible if something happened to me and just knowing they could go on without me would be ok as long as they lived long healthy lives, but that isn't how the prediction of 2012 goes. Regardless, when 2012 does pass and we're all still here, I will feel better about knowing that I at least did a little bit to help the earth by not allowing an additional 1.5 years of diapers end up in the landfill for 500 years. I may have to edit this post if it doesn't work out though, even though I'm fairly confident it will and it will totally piss my husband off if it doesn't and be added to the list of fails.