Friday, July 20, 2012

Yak Sak bags are a road trip necessity

My family and I recently went on an extended road trip.  To be exact, we spent three days trapped in a car together as we drove from Utah to Pennsylvania.  And then back again. 

I would love to say that everything was perfect with no fighting or messes or upset tummies, but in reality, perfect road trips with two little kids just don’t happen.  It was a lot of “she took my toy” and “she’s touching me” and “I’m bored” and “are we there yet” interspersed with moments of actual bonding time singing and appreciating the amazing country that we live in.  But those passed quickly and then we were back to the messes of a family road trip. 
And wouldn’t you know it, of course I forgot to bring along my supply of Yak Sak bags. 

So instead of calmly handing my daughter a Yak Sak bag when she said she was feeling carsick, we had to pull off the freeway at a scary exit, wait for her to decide that she didn’t actually have to throw up, and then take another 15 minutes to get through a detour and back onto the freeway. 

Instead of having a place to put the stray crayons that somehow managed to multiply and hide in strange, hard-to-reach places, I ended up with colorful melted wax all over the car.

And it would have been nice to stash the random wrappers and sticky napkins in a Yak Sak bag, rather than having them swirl about the car and fly out the window when we needed some fresh air.  Just so you’re aware, they take littering very seriously in Iowa.

I have learned my lesson and will make sure for all my future road trips, whether long or short, that I have a few Yak Sak bags in the glove compartment and back seat pockets.  Next time there will be no scary exits with long detours, no melted crayon to scrape off later, and definitely no littering tickets in Iowa.  

To make your life a little easier too, head on over to and get a few Yak Sak bags for yourself. 

Friday, July 13, 2012

Interesting facts about Yak Sak bags:

  •  The Yak Sak bag  is a seamless, high-density polyethylene waste receptacle, with an increased holding capacity compared to other waste bags (about double the capacity of those whimpy airline, extruded air sickness bags).  Meaning you can put lots and lots of gross stuff in it without out worrying about leakage.
  • It has two U.S. patents (Nos. 7,344,022 and 7,582,047), mostly due to the dynamic way of folding and sealing the Yak Sak bag.  If you really want to, you can click on the numbers and check out the patents.  But only if you’re kind of bored or have insomnia.  After all, it’s hard to make a patent exciting.
  • It has been affectionately termed “an air sickness bag on steroids.”
  • Yak Sak bags fold up pocket-size for easy travel.  Much like an Olsen twin.
  • It’s a great idea to carry one with you everywhere you go, because you never know when one of life’s little disasters will happen.  Like a romantic walk on the beach after a dinner of improperly cooked shellfish. 
  • Yak Sak bags can hold anything you would rather not: vomit, doggie poop, sticky candy, snotty tissues, tiny Lego® pieces that you have stepped on for the umpteenth time and are ready to put down the garbage disposal just to get the satisfaction of hearing them be destroyed.  You know, normal stuff like that.
  • Yak Sak bags also make great emergency ice packs or can be used as a wet sack to keep your cell phone dry.  However, you may not want to put your cell phone in a Yak Sak bag already filled with ice.
  • You can also keep accessories in the folds of your Yak Sak bag for when you need it.  Like a rubber band for your hair, a breath mint or two,  Dramamine®, or even some tissues to clean up after your little daily disaster.
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Monday, July 2, 2012

The Attack of the Hurling Bandit

It was a dark and stormy night...stormy that is, because I'd been to the RATT concert, and then hit up the local late-night taco-stand. Followed by ice-cream. Followed by some nachos. And someone had to clean up that pizza when I got home - at 4:40 AM.

So yeah, my stomach was stormy, lurching like a fishing boat in a typhoon. And that's when he hit me. The Hurling Bandit. Most of us know this guy - he's the one who wakes you up in the middle of the night, mouth filling with...uh, "lubrication," and you run to the toilet. But the bathroom was occupied.

Yeah. Someone else was in there.

So, I panicked. I ran to the kitchen, but the dishes were piled high, I looked for the garbage can. No where to be seen. So, I did what any proud, dignified person would do in this situation. I puked on myself. That's right. I was now wearing my evening of fun all over myself.

So, when I see a Yak Sak bag, I'm like, "Yes, please." I keep them next to my bed now. If only I'd had it back on the night of the Hurling Bandit, then maybe my RATT t-shirt would still be in my wardrobe.