Bright spots & spitwads

Roxane at Days gave me a "Sunshine Award"!  Thanks so much, Roxane!  I think your blog is a sunshine-y place, too.  Roxane writes a very real, fun and witty blog that I hope you will check out!  I hope that my little SPOT on the dubyadubyadubya DOT (that was absolutely horrible and I fully realize it) is a bright place to be.  As I said in my last post, I intentionally TRY to make this blog a cheerful place that does not cross many boundary lines into sticky, hot topics (such as fresh tar).  I sometimes wonder if I should just abandon that plan and get after it when I read something I disagree with on other blogs, in the newspaper (okay...the Q&A section of Parade magazine), on CNN (the brief part I see when on the treadmill), on Fox (the parts I catch as I cross the livingroom to go eat cookies in the kitchen), etc.  Most of the time, I decide it is best to just stick to writing about things that I find funny.  Maybe one of these days I'll abandon it all and arrive on my blog on top of a soapbox, but I doubt it.  Those little Lever 2000 boxes can't hold much weight.

Part of the deal with The Sunshine Award is to pass it on to 12 other bloggers.  Some of these blogs are very new to me and some I have been following for a while (like my friend Kristy's blog, Kiki's Crowd, down there).  There are so many great ones out there, of course, but I have picked 12 that I find amusing, funny, uplifting or inspirational.  I'm sure you'll agree!


 I also fully realize that many of you may not participate in blog awards.  Ain't no thang, chicken wang!  Although I may wail loudly while pounding my fists into my forehead over your decision to stop the award right here and now, I will recover.  I will post again.

That's all I got for right nah-yow.  I'll be back in a day or so.  I would love to post 2-3 times a week, but I just signed up for spitwad lessons and I'm not sure how much free time I'm going to have for blogging.  Ever since middle school, I have wanted to know just how to shoot a saliva soaked wad of paper at a high speed out of straw.  So, you can imagine when I saw "Spitwad 101: Learn to spit like a nit-wit" in the continuing education for adults magazine that goes around town, I signed up!  I was absolutely enamored with the art of spitwad propelling back in the day, so I am thrilled to learn to do it myself. I loved watching the gummy wads of paper being shot up to the ceiling during middle school right behind my teacher's back.  Those gummy paper dots looked so terrified clinging to the ceiling hoping that they'd stick forever.  Anyway, I'm expected to arrive at the local junior college with a pack of 1,234,523,634,364,2346,747,452 straws (apparently, they sell packs like that at Sam's) and an SUV full of Mead notebook paper bright and early tomorrow morning.  I just finished reading "Spitwads for Dummies", so I feel slightly more prepared than most of my future classmates.  I am so excited to start on what I hope grows to be a life-long rewarding hobby!  I plan being a very good student so I can learn how to get my kids right behind the ears when they start acting up.  I could do it very quickly in public places and from across the room.


My Bloggin' Oscars & Some Other Stuh-yuff

Before I start talking my head right off, let me recognize the person who designed my blog's new look!  Shay Bocks with Dumplin Design Studios deserves a standing ovation, but since the laptop is in my lap, I am going to profusely thank her in letters and spaces.  She created my little blog world and I am so grateful.  I initially told her that I wanted a gigantic hot pink Daffy Duck giving a very small blue Big Bird a high five as my backdrop and Macarena playing as background music.  She gently steered me in another direction without making me feel like a complete nincompoop (now I really feel like a nincompoop for writing the word nincompoop.  Nincompoop.  Nincompoop.  Nincompoop).  I wasn't sure that I wanted to have this blog professionally designed at all.  Who do I think I am anyway?  It's just that after seeing how Shay spruced up my sister's blog, Social-o-Logy Invitations & Design, I was inspired.  Did I mention that Shay is very creative, patient, reliable and easy to work with at all times?  No?  I should have!

After receiving the horrible news that a tiny blue Big Bird wasn't going to be in my blog's future, I received happy news.  I received two blog awards by Days on the Creek!  It is always nice to receive recognition from other bloggers, especially when you are still a freshman in Bloggers High School.  Tennessee Mom at "Days on the Creek" has lots of witty things to say and has also recently written a little ditty about grocery stores!  Stop by and say hello.  She's ree-yul nahs!

Apparently, there are some strings attached to this award, which are:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award. (Thanks, Tennessee Mom!)
2. Share 10 things about yourself. (I'm cuttin' and pastin' from my "Random 25 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me..." Facebook list I wrote a while back.  Nothin's differnt so why not just barree some stuff 'bout mahseff from that old lee-yust?)

  • I eat a KitKat layer by layer.
  • Unfortunately, though the girl group "Salt 'N Pepa" may have faded from your memories, they are still in mine just about every time I ask for someone to pass the salt, salt, salt, salt, salt, salt ( 'n PEPA's here and we're in effect... ). I know it's not a great song, but the repetition of salt so many times is just so catching to me... What great songwriters...sigh...
  • I wish I could be in a typing contest and win some money for it. I feel like I can type like a madman and then if there were a contest, I could buy lots and lots of KitKats and not feel like I was breaking the bank
  • I wanted to be an author/professional book writer when I was younger. I LOVE bookstores! The smell of books is like a drug to me! I want to buy books all the time, but then laundry wouldn't get done and no one would eat in my house. Hey, wait a minute...my family is staring at me right now with empty bowls in their hands and in dirty clothes...
  • I get stressed thinking about all the digital pictures I have not uploaded, put into photo books, etc. If it weren't for Facebook, books and now this dang blog, I'd have a perfectly organized shelf full of photo albums.
  • In elementary school, I used to sleep with a bag packed with a change of clothes and books and other things I loved, just in case there was a fire, I wouldn't lose these precious things! Hey, there is more to remember than stop, drop and roll.
  • I love to play Boggle but Chris won't ever play with me. Let me get a Kleenex...sniff, sniff...
  • I like Fruity Pebbles and wished it was as good for me as Grape Nuts. I feel guilt every time I go down the cereal aisle and pick Froot Loops instead of Seaweed and Berries.
  • I love historical things. I'd stop at every historical marker if I could! I made Chris go along with me on a couple of tours with the Greater Houston Historical Alliance or something or other. It was lots of fun, I thought! Clyde, Maude, Sylvester and Dorothy (the other tourists) all agreed. I aspire to be a docent someday
  • I have a really, really heinous Tupperware cabinet. I fear for my little dude's safety, as I know he'll crawl over there before long and have to be dug out from under the mountain.
Oh, here's a few more:
  • I love to be around people that can make me laugh until I cry and am fortunate to know many (and to have met many more in the blogosphere).
  • I do not like olives but wish they'd make an Olive Oil Frappucino at Starbucks.
  • I wish I knew more 2- and 3-letter words in Scrabble.


3. Share this award with 10 other bloggers that you think are fantastic.
Like all of you, I am drawn to many different types of people and blogs.  I tend to keep my blog focused on silly stuff.  I could write about my views on lots of different topics (and, believe me, I have 'em), but I choose to just keep it light on this blog (unless you ask...then we'll get down to some discussin').  Below are some blogs written by people I have just "met", people that don't know I exist and people that are dear friends of mine personally.  I turn to these for some inspiration, wisdom, sweet stories, parenting tips and/or some really good laughs.  Some of them downright just make me blush.  Go on over THAR and give 'em a big huh-uhg!

Amanda at Caring for Caroline  
Amy at Amy’s Brat Pack
Luann at Blogging Across Texas
Lori at Lex Loci Lori
Cheeseboy at Blog O' Cheese 
Jess S. at Mal-Diction
Douglas Farrago, MD at Placebo Journal Blog: Medical Humor with a Purpose
Sarah at Mommy Lite On-line
S. Farrell at My Perspective
TV at TV’s Take
And, yes, I realize that some of the recipients of these awards are men and probably do not want to be considered "sugar dolls" and may feel uncomfortable with a "blogger crush".  I imagine neither of them participate in blog awards anyway.  Still, I wanted to give them some traffic because I find their sites so amusing!  Nah, y'all get own outta hee-yer and go have fu-uhn.  Thanks for stopping by nah-yow!


The movie theaters would be better if...

I am having a bit of writer's block.  I think it's because I developed a Facebook page for this silly blog and now I know some of the faces that read my writing from time to time!  Let me just say that I LOVE that you all stop your busy days to dip into a my world (and crazy brain) for a minute.  It makes me want to do a split leap!  It also makes me a little nervous.  A part of me feels like I can't write about how I snuck peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches into the movie theater last night (we went at dinner time) or ______ will think of me as a cheat and a thief!  Actually, I came down with a horrible blinking disorder right as I passed the "No Outside Food or Drinks" sign.  No, no...that wasn't it.  Actually, this particular theater's outside doors were made out of 20+ doors made out of the letters in the sentence "No outside food or drinks".  I became temporarily blind, had to put on dark shades & had to grab Chris's shoulder as he led me from the parking lot and through the door made out of a huge "O".  Anyway, maybe I also shouldn't write about how I actually brought my 2-year-old to see "Toy Story 3" or ______ will think I am horrible!  What if ______ reads that my 2-year-old yelled "TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!" during the movie...when it was quiet?  Will he think I don't teach my child any manners??  Well, it's out there.  All of those things happened.  Are you still with me?

Dad?  Is that you?  Well, it looks like it's just you and me.  MAN!  People are sensitive about that "no outside food or drink" bit, aren't they?  I know I can always count on you to listen to my silly stories, laugh (point, ridicule, become terrified & quickly run away) at my silly faces and howl at my writing.  It was hard growing up with you being part werewolf, but I love you just the same.  Every time I'd imitate Edith Ann or make a silly voicemail recording, you'd rear back your head and start "aaaaaaaaahhhhhoooooooooooo"'ing.  Luckily for us, Teen Wolf had just come out when my friends started witnessing your howling at my stories, so it made breaking the news a bit easier. 

Edith Ann:


Speaking of movies, here's a few tips I have for Hollywood:

1.  Chill with the 3D!  It's not like EVERY movie needs to be multidimensional and cost as much as a year supply of Fla-Vor-Ice (okay, 2-year supply).
MOVIE GUY: "The cost of admission will be your month's paycheck, your car, your youngest son, 10 blocks of gold, that gold front tooth of yours, your gold watch, those gold earrings...uhhhh....how about that gold chain you're wearing?  [Hey, Sarah, you still accepting gold for that melt-your-gold-for-cash-party?]  Okay, I'm going to need you to give me all of your gold teeth.  (Sidenote: I really wish I would've put lipstick on before taking that picture on the right.)  Here are your tickets."
2.  Provide healthier choices at the theater.
If they had just offered a brussel sprouts wrap with a side of cauliflower salad, we wouldn't feel compelled to get a huge galvanized TUB of buttered popcorn to go with our sandwiches.  I know PB&J sandwiches aren't the healthiest, but I could stuff them in the diaper bag & then into Bocephus's mouth when he started chanting "eat, eat, eat" right smack dab in the good parts of the show.
3.  If you aren't going to provide a kale-and-olive burrito with a side of hominy, then PLEASE allow for outside food so that my blinking disorder will stop plaguing me at the most awkward (but opportune!) times.
As our family grows, so does the bag I have to tote with me to the theater.  If you would just let me bring in the brisket we smoked and the gigantic watermelon I cut without penalty, I wouldn't have to act like a small suitcase was my purse.  I also wouldn't have to fake like my leg was bleeding profusely when watermelon juice starts pooling at my feet.  PLEASE stop the madness and let me bring in a picnic table!  Am I really asking that much??
4.  Fly to Tibet & hire a sherpa to help your patrons scale those dangs stairs with all of their goods.
If I had a Tibetan sherpa to help me carry Bocephus, my brisket, watermelon, picnic table, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and baby wipes (like *this guy is doing for a movie in the Himalayas), I wouldn't have arrived at the top of the theater via the back two-flights of stairs standing in a pool (read: gigantic lake) of sweat.  I wasn't standing for long as I quickly slipped and went all the way back down the 1,452,367+ steps.  I even slipped past base camp complete with yellow tents & pretty, colorful flags which was at the first landing.  Both of my eyes were then black & blue, puffy and half shut which caused everything to be darker. Throwing that situation in with a dark theater and dark 3D glasses was not a good thing.  Did I mention I also just had my eyes dilated 20 minutes before arriving at the theater?  So, count in those dark glasses you had to wear leaving the optometrist that I was wearing, too.  Thankfully, I am part feline, so I was able to see most of the movie.
5.  Make a no-clapping rule in the theater.
Okay, I'm being too picky.  If you like clapping in a theater where the actual actor has no clue that you are clapping, please...clap away. 
Okay, that's it.  Bocephus & Charlie Pride need me.  They're throwing oranges at each other.






*This picture was taken from an article by "Oregon Magazine" at http://oregonmag.com/HimaTrek.htm about a trip to Mount Everest.


Ms. Pac-Man & Me

It is all over when I enter a restaurant and see a Ms. Pac-Man game.  This past weekend, Chris (my husband), two sons (Charlie Pride & Bocephus) and I went to eat at Star Pizza and...there it was sitting at the front.  It cruelly called my name as we waited for the deep dish pizza and tea refills.
Oh, Keeeeeeeelllllllllllleeeeeeeeeey, getchu a KWAAATTTTTUHHHH!!  Put your fork down (for all of our sakes) and come and plaaaaaaaaaaaay meeeee!!!!
I never have quarters.  I hardly ever have cash.   The moment I realize that I am lacking the fuel for my addiction, sweat begins to bead along my forehead.  It is absolutely possible that I may grab a young toddler or elderly male by the shirt collar and demand that they empty their pockets at time like that.

I am not that addicted...

Now, you may not know it, but Ms. Pac-Man talks to me. I haven't seen anyone else talking at the Ms. Pac-Man table when I've stood impatiently by waiting for them to DIE so I can have a turn. Perhaps the two of us have a special relationship. It is a bit dysfunctional unfortunately. If I could put that arcade table in the back of my SUV, I would take the two of us to counseling. The following is a typical conversation between the two of us:

ME: Cram those pellets in your mouth and do it fast!
HER: Can't you (CHOMPCHOMPCHOMP) pass the (CHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMP) salt and pep(CHOMP)per??
ME: [In my most serious tone] "I do not have(GO GET THAT GHOST!!!) time to pass the (CAN'T YOU SEE THE STRAWBERRY?!?!) salt and pepper (GO GET THAT DANG PRETZEL!!).  If you will cooperate, soon the pellets will be cherry-flavored.
HER: These white pellets (CHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMPCHOMP) are more than I can take! I don't want to eat anymore!!!!!!!!!!
ME: Be happy you have something to eat! Mario, Luigi and Q-bert would give their right arm for a few bites of bland pellets (QUIT YOUR LOLLYGAGGING!!).
I always feel horrible when she starts spinning in a circle to the sound of "booo, boooo, booooo". I miss her terribly until I manage to find another quarter.

I know I can be extremely obnoxious at the arcade table.  I feel horrible for that.  I hardly even let Charlie Pride & Bocephus have a turn.  Ms. Pac-Man would starve!  I can't have that!  I am obnoxious because I thought I could really tear a Ms. Pac-Man game up.   I always prided myself in making that yellow circle with a wedge for a mouth, a Madonna mole (Hey!  She got the mole removed in that picture on the right.  So vain!!) and 80's blue eyeshadow seriously overeat.  I just knew I was making Ms. Pac-Man debate taking on a food disorder while she was chompchompchompchompchomping on all of those boring, bland pellets at my direction.   Iwas actually planning to have Ms. Pac-Man meet Ms. Lap-Band in the near future.  I still feel horrible that she got stuck in one of those side tunnels and was actually begging for a ghost to just bite her in the hind end and end her misery...  Anyway, I thought I was good until...my husband played.  I wanted so badly for him to play so I could show him how good I was at Ms. Pac-Man.  I wanted him to look at me in awe and wonder what he did to deserve me.  I knew my score was untouchable.  After all, a couple of 7-year-old girls watched me play and were absolutely amazed by my Ms. Pac-Man prowess.  The top score was 25,100 when I sat down and I scored 25,000.  Who could beat that????????
 
He scored 80,000+.
 
I managed to get that big arcade table into the front seat. 
 


Angler Fish & Awards


The last post I wrote about carpet-eating iguanas was totally off the deep end, I realize that.  It's like I put on a scuba diving mask and submerged myself so deep into the ocean and began writing right there with my waterproof pen and paper.  How deep was I?  So deep that I saw one of those angler fish.  I actually didn't know this before my trip to the bottom of the ocean, but angler fish actually love to read a good book or a blog even.  Why do you think they travel around with a book light?  The angler fish I met is working on getting Internet access.  He says once he gets that all lined up, he'll follow me via Google Friend Connect.  Anyway, I realize that my last post about a carpet-eating iguana was really quite odd.  That is why I decided to shoot it to you straight and to stick with true stories.  I suppose if I spent less time reading crazy posts about angler fish written by blogs like The Oatmeal (if angler fish have a tendency to get you giggling, and who doesn't loooooove a good angler fish joke, you have to check out his article!) and more time reading blogs that are edifying, honest, uplifting and helpful, like TV's Take, maybe I'd be in better shape! 

Speaking of TV's Take, she gave me two blog awards!  I have now been recognized as having a versatile and trendy blog.  Quit your laughing.  I DO cover a range of topics.  Does anybody want to talk about Pepto Bismol, tartar sauce, Chinese robots, nutria, gyms, toilets, iguanas or angler fish?  As far as trendy goes, I'm not sure if I will inspire anyone to talk about hearing loss or fish needing eyelids, but I still appreciate the recognition!  It let's me know that there are people out there that enjoy reading what I write.  I am becoming verklempt, so please excuse me for a minute.... 

Would you get back here?  I know I indicated that I wanted you to talk amongst yourselves, but I didn't think you were headed out the door.  I'm good now.  I had to blow my nose and fix my mascara.  (You should've seen my mascara after my ocean outing with that angler fish.  I remembered the waterproof pen & paper, but completely forgot about the mascara.)  TV's Take is a breath of fresh air.  She likes to get her readers thinking about important issues, like marriage and finding balance in life.  She also has a precious little girl!  I encourage you to check out her blog here!  

Part of the deal in receiving these two awards, is to give them away to five other bloggahs.  Here are the rules I cut & pasted: "To receive this award, promise to share this with 5 other BLOGS that you think are Trendy too.•Post about your award in your blog.•List your Top 5 Trendy Blogs.•Share with them.•Leave a link to the Trendy Blog Button.•Tell them they need to give this award out to 5 as well".  I enjoy reading many different kinds of blogs- funny, serious, uplifting, educational, funny, inspirational, edifying and funny.  Even though it is likely that some of these bloggers to which I have assigned these awards don't participate in awards, I am lauding them with them anyway!


  • Allie Brosh from Hyperbole and a Half- the girl is big time and has millions of hits to her blog every month.  She just started in the Fall of 2009, for cryin' out loud!  Her writing and drawings make me laugh as much as a good angler fish joke.

  • Alicia with It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy- she is a funny writer, too!  I smile every time I read her posts about all kinds of topics.  I also love cheese.

  • Lisa with Social-o-logy Invitations & Design- okay, she is my sister, but I honestly think she is very creative and professional!  I love all of the invitations and party stuff she has ever made for me.  She is super nice, too.

  • Jamie with The Miller's Big Top Circus- Jamie is a very honest and inspiring writer!  Her blog posts make me think about deep topics and laugh, too!

  • Jennifer with Our Hope Endures- Jennifer's writing is touching and true.  I feel like I have been refreshed when leaving something that she has written.  She also has uplifting music on her blog that'll make you want to close your eyes and sway.
I'm going to add the angler fish's blog once he learns how to type.


Carpet-eating iguanas for rent

Seriously, my carpets are nasty.  They all need to be rolled up and eaten like a enchilada by a giant carpet-eating iguana from Mexico (unless you keep warm with a carpet coat or love a good pair of carpet jeans, you are safe to travel there).  Well, look at that.  He's wandered into my blog and is looking at you right now as you read.  I want all of my carpets to be ripped up and wooden floors to be put in but my kids are not pulling their weight.  How are we supposed to afford new wooden floors when my 2-year-old son takes naps on the job?  So, in the meantime, I squirt the heck out of spots of chocolate milk, juice and crude oil (the oil spill is coming through my back door and I live in Greenland.  This is ridiculous, BP) like a bandito.  It makes me feel vicious and rebellious when I squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scratch, scratch, scratch that dirt stain.  I'm a sweating fool when it's all done that I've dripped sweat on the carpet which then needs to be squirted, squirted, squirted, squirted, scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed, scratched, scratched, scratched.  It's a vicious cycle!  I don't care what product I buy, none of them just make the stain go away (especially the stain from that dang oil).  The only thing that truly gets rid of the stain is to cut the carpet fibers.  After doing that so many times, it looks like the carpet has mange.  Carpet-eating iguanas are very particular about which carpets they eat.  They love carpets with a good dose of dirt in them, but they avoid ones with mange.  I'd kick that iguana in the rear & tell him he needs to be grateful but he'd bite my leg off.  I've tried setting that iguana straight before when getting rid of the indoor/outdoor carpet in my garage.  It's hard hobbling around here cleaning carpets with one leg.  Every time I am getting after those dang spots with my bottle of Resolve,  I fall down & make myself bleed.  This then creates another stain which just sends me into a nervous breakdown.  How am I supposed to eat a sandwich or change a diaper when all I do is clean the stinkin' carpet???  Imagine how much more difficult life would be around here if I get angry with that iguana again.

All of this carpet talk for me began just a few moments ago when I posted my new Resolve jingle on my Facebook page that went a little something like this:
"If there is a problem, yo, I'll Resolve it, check out this stain while the chemical dissolves it"
I know it's bad and that the iguana should have free reign in my carpeted house over the cheesiness of that one.  Songs enter my head all day and sometimes the words get switched around a bit...or completely changed.  (Pssst...if Vanilla Ice or any representative from Resolve is reading this...please contact me ASAP so we can get this commercial on-air).  The problem is, the chemical doesn't always dissolve it.  That is why I am having a carpet cleaning service come tomorrow.

Hi, Carpet Cleaning duo [it's always a sweaty man & his wife that comes by], please come in.  I see that you are completely drenched in oil from swimming in my front yard!  You look like a couple of those pelicans I've seen on the news.  Hahahahaha!  Man, that's awful.  Seriously.  As if the oil wasn't enough, since you were here last, my sons asked to play in the dirt outside.  Since it was so hot, I told them to fill up several large buckets [read: backhoes] and dump them in the middle of the carpet.  They really wanted to make mudpies and since I let them do whatever they want, I told them how to feed the waterhose through the livingroom window.  I also asked them to find some nice neighborhood animals that needed a litter box.  After that, the kids, the animals and I decided it would be fun to fingerpaint on the carpet as well.  We then had a mustard, ketchup and relish fight.  Hahahahaha!!  I hope this job isn't too big for you two lovebirds.  Hahahahahahahaha!!!  Come on in! 
I really wish I could have Mr. & Mrs. Sweaty Man stand in my coat closet.  It would be awesome to have them come out with their machines and solutions whenever I needed.  I would've bought one of those Kirby's when the sneaky little farts were in my house demonstrating it's wonderful powers for three hours straight last time, but the funds were low then, too.  My 5-year-old had just been fired from his job. 

Yo necesito una iguana grande ahora!

P.S.  I never had indoor/outdoor carpet in my garage.


Top 5 things I need from my public restroom

Bathrooms can be awkward places (just check out the article "Potty Talk" , which made me laugh so hard I cried!).  The whole process of getting there, being there and leaving there can be awkward.  I feel I might as well be yelling out loud as I approach the restroom:
I AM GOING TO PEE!  In just a few moments, I will be SITTING ON A TOILET!  I will probably use TOILET PAPER!  When I come out, I will have JUST USED THE TOILET!  TOILET!  TOILET!  TOILET! 
Since there is no escaping the bathroom (unless there is a window...check the last stall), then the ones I use must meet some high standards in addition to being clean, having a sink and giving me a hole in the ground.

I want:


  1. LUSCIOUS SOAP- I want it fluffy & I want it to smell like rubbing alcohol. Watered down Palmolive in the ratty container does not cut it.  I expect the highest quality soap even when using the restrooms of my local gas station, nail salon and craft store. 
  2. A BABY CHANGING TABLE- If a restaurant doesn't have one, it might as well be saying: MOTHERS OF INFANTS & TODDLERS, PLEASE FORAGE THE DUMPSTER OUTSIDE FOR YOUR MEAL!  WE WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!  It is hard enough to change my 2-year-old's diaper while he is trying to do crunches. To balance an exercising toddler for a diaper change on top of the automatic hand dryer that someone is in the middle of using is asking too much! His back is hot!!
  3. TODDLER-PROOF DOOR HANDLES: The door handles that automatically unlock when you push down on the handle are not my friends.  They cannot play with me anymore.  My 2 y/o routinely pops the lock open while yelling, "I LOVE TO HUMILIATE MY MOM!  HAHAHAHAHA!!!  LOOK AT HER FACE!!  HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!". 
  4. LESS INSULTING SIGNS:   I read a bathroom sign today that one could only see when LEAVING the restroom that pleaded, begged, bribed, blackmailed and threatened patrons with pocket knives to NOT FLUSH DIAPERS DOWN THE TOILET.  Diapers.  Dang it!  I had to high-tail it BACK to the last stall and rescue that water-logged Pampers from the gaping and starving mouth of the ravenous toilet bowl!  I flush fully engorged diapers down small toilets all the time!  Why not?  In fact, extra care must be taken when opening our coat closet at home or else you will be quickly buried in an avalanche of rubber plungers of all sizes and colors.   
  5. STALLS THAT BLOCK EYE CONTACT:  I expect a bathroom stall to come up higher than my shoulders. When they don't, conversations like this happen:
Hiiiiiii theeeeerre. I am going to take JUST a second to sit down...okay, here I go...sitting... Okay, back up. HA! HA! PEEK-A-BOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!  I am just so dang nervous.  Still working on the zipper. [nervous smile] Gotta adjust the Spanx. This is going to take...a....min....ute. You're turn!  You're it!  Hahahahahahaha! [Laughter quickly ends.  Hands get washed in seconds.  I then run quickly out of the bathroom with toilet paper plastered to my shoe]
I am not asking for much.  Not every restroom has to have the lady standing in the corner selling bobby pins, squirts of perfume, gum and mascara to make me happy.


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