So I've become a little obsessed with Sigg bottles. It's hard not to want to make the switch to metal after the recent news that the chemical used in Nalgene bottles is poisoning us all. But Sigg is making it even more difficult not to love them by constantly generating new designs. I've been using mine for a couple of months now, and I decided the other day that I had to have another. Had to.In my search for the perfect design, I came across this site, which has nearly every design imaginable. I suggest that you use the Sigg Finder to find one that makes you excited to drink more water. And throw away those plastic bottles!
Here are the two that I've already purchased:
4 comments:
I'm glad you found the grass one again. your life is now complete.
good to know!!! i've been anti plastic for a while because none of it can really be recycled---and when it is, it's releasing toxins into our atmosphere. there is an entire portion of the sea filled with plastic. it's sad.
anyways. getting one of these! thanks mandy!
so i see youre still blogging and Im guessing your still on those myspace and facebook sites. (shakes his head in despondency)
So I found out I am asymptomatic for tuberculosis which means I have TB but my body is strong enough to fend it off right now. I have to take medication for nine months and get a check up every month. Plus I had a rare case of shingles inside of my nose.
Well anyway I was at the TB clinic and there was this blind Mexican man standing in front of me at the nurses window. His guide and translator was talking to the nurse. I could tell he sensed my presence and he started to swing his cane looking for me. For a second I wondered what proper etiquette would dictate in this situation and I thought "Fuck no Im not going to have this guy bang his cane into my ankle." So I started jumping over his cane playing cat and mouse. This went on for an awkwardly long time maybe 20 seconds and I came up with the idea of coughing to let him know my position. I started doing this forgetting I was standing in a TB clinic. Mothers started grabbing their kids, people buried their heads further into their magazines.
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