Monday, December 22, 2008

A public service request

Whats going on with public toilets now a days??

Is there not such a thing as public toilet etiquette?

I pose the question, because it seems that no matter where I go, I must pass stall after stall in a maddening search to find one, that looks decent enough for me to hover over. Just one!
Anymore, I can only actually sit on a public commode if I am intoxicated.

Do you have this same problem?

A pertinent tid-bit to this line of conversation is the fact that apparently, if you are a hoverer, chances are strong you will be unable to fully void. Which is distastefully unhealthy by the way...
But what's a girl to do?

It used to be that (particularly if I picked the first stall) I may have to pass up one or two loathsome toilets when entering a public bathroom. Eww! Still, most of the time, over many years, I have had my pick of adequate facilities, with little exertion in the search- though not anymore!

Frequently I notice that I am scouring public bathrooms to simply find one passable stall and in my opinion, this new occurrence is completely gross.

Whatever happened to Mom's and Dad's teaching their kids to flush?

Don't they do that anymore?

Don't we, as a society flush anymore??

It used to be:
1. wipe
2. flush (and that was pretty reasonable.)

Not tooooo invasive, not asking too much.

Please! Support flushing toilets in your area.

Every little bit helps.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Summary of lunch dicussion with the girls


Note to self when living in freaky cult:

IF there are regular discussions about mass suicide - get out

Sunday, December 14, 2008

WarCraft

Nicholas was playing World Of Warcraft tonight and he was showing me how this particular spot he was in reminded him of Star Wars Galaxies because there was this looooong drop if he were to jump and after he explained it to me and waited for me to look and acknowledge what he was talking about, his toon did jump and began to fall in slow motion, floating past this beautiful glowing silver tree.

It really was a fantastic looking tree! One that made you sincerely wish that it were real so you stood a chance at being able to stand below it one day, admiring it first hand.

We both thought it was beautiful.

I asked him what it was called and he told me it was named the Broken life tree.



As Nicholas' toon floated on past the sparkly Broken life tree, making the looooong decent downward which I spoke about above, he asked me if I thought that tree was lovely and when I did, he said "see that tree is us. It is. That tree is us."

And I loved it that the tree was US because of the way we thought it was beautiful together~ which is just something else that I love about my husband.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Couple a things...



I got myself a pork cutlet with mashed potato's and mushroom gravy TV dinner to eat this evening. Nicholas is in Atlantic City tonight and the kids weren't here for the split pea soup I made last night so they just had that.

Picture this: My meal 'dings' in the microwave and as I peel back the cellophane from my steamy dinner I happen to remember the 2 liter of Pepsi Nicholas and I bought. I smile a bit as I excitedly think about how perfectly it is going to go with my tv dinner as only an ice cold Pepsi can! (No pun intended)

When I opened the fridge though, I was greeted with an all too familiar sight!
All but a quarter of an inch of that 2 liter remained on the top shelf as if mocking me.

So I doodled. MUWAHAHAHAHA!

They all look guilty.





Insight from the Knight Kitchen



I pulled the rest of our Thanksgiving leftovers out of the fridge and set them on the counter earlier today.

I didn't clean em' (as you can see) I just pulled them out. Which was, in a sense, meant to (eventually) force my own hand, as I could no longer fully ignore them the same way I could when they were hidden behind closed refrigerator doors.

As I stood staring at the fridge trying to decide who slammed my damn Pepsi, I looked to these dirty tubs with angst and disgust and just as I thought I had better resign myself to cleaning those nasty things out, it occurred to me all at once (the way of epiphanies!) that if I just threw them all out I could replace each and every one of them for no more than $6 bucks!

Thats cheaper than a maid.