Once a Prairie Kiwi

This is my poetry
This is my advice, raw and unsolicited
This is my activism
This is my take on almost anything
This is the view from down here
This is my love of the natural world
This is my acceptance of you for who you are and me for who I am

These are the ramblings of one who was once a prairie kiwi

9th October 2010

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Four years away and the hunt for the perfect water bottle has been fruitless. Upon return to NZ, one of the simplest, yet most satisfying, pleasures has been to be able to drink from a Pump water bottle once more. A perfect blend of soft enough plastic to be able to be squeezed easily with a big enough spout that you can get a decent amount of water in one go. Seriously, I searched long and hard for any other water bottle that would fulfil these simple yet very important requirements, but none came close. Those who know me know that I detest the bottled water industry. But I figure with a small investment in one of these it can be refilled hundreds of times. Aaaahhh…it’s the little things in life :)

Four years away and the hunt for the perfect water bottle has been fruitless. Upon return to NZ, one of the simplest, yet most satisfying, pleasures has been to be able to drink from a Pump water bottle once more. A perfect blend of soft enough plastic to be able to be squeezed easily with a big enough spout that you can get a decent amount of water in one go. Seriously, I searched long and hard for any other water bottle that would fulfil these simple yet very important requirements, but none came close. Those who know me know that I detest the bottled water industry. But I figure with a small investment in one of these it can be refilled hundreds of times. Aaaahhh…it’s the little things in life :)