Not only can I not wear earrings...

Friday, October 31, 2008

But I'm awful at taking pictures. My poor future children will have to depend on the kindness of strangers/family members for a documentation of their life.

I truly admire people who take tons of pictures. I am hoping against hope that once a child comes, my motherly picture-taking instincts will kick in and I will instantly becoming a super-organized picture album construction connoisseur.

The Least-Used Bathroom Stall

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Now onto a topic that crosses my mind so many times per day that it is probably second only to the 2008 NCAA Championship basketball game.

The least-used stall in the public restroom.

Let me just say, I haven’t engaged in too many conversations with people about this because, quite frankly, I don’t want to give away any strategy that has been carefully learned through the years, thus sabotaging my own efforts in this compulsion. Notwithstanding, as this is the stuff blogs are made of (maybe?), I want to initiate dialogue about this and hopefully, I won’t be caught in too many habitual public settings with the readership where this discussion and trading of secrets would backfire for all of us.

And obviously, almost 100% of my findings/observations come from experience in women’s restrooms, not to alienate any male readers. Your feedback is also welcome and eagerly anticipated.

When I was in high school, young and na├»ve, I assumed that the handicapped/”big” stall was the least-used, usually being farthest away from the door and all. Plus, there was all that room in there, which even made it more appealing.

I migrated toward the stall closest to the door once I figured out that most people like going in the biggest bathroom stall; it seemed if there was ever one person in the bathroom, said stall was always the one occupied. Yet then, during my very first in-person conversation about this topic, the person with whom I was speaking stated that she had read an article that said the stall closest to the door was the least-used. I do not see how this can be true. If you go into Target and there are 8 stalls to choose from, I almost ALWAYS see people choose the first one, while washing my hands or whatever... Are they maybe too lazy or scared to pick a more "random" stall because then they think maybe everyone else is doing the same thing?

(The three-stall bathrooms are really the hardest for me because you have a 33% chance that you’re using the most-used stall.)

Signs of an unused stall:
1. The seat is still up from the previous night’s cleaning (after years of research this is the clue of which I am most proud)
2. There is no debris or toilet paper scattered about
3. The water in the bowl is not rippling at all from a previous use

If this is TMI, sorry. But am I the only one who goes through this thought process? I have strongly determined my preferred bathroom stalls in each of the bathrooms at work, but I wonder if it’s just me who carefully considers these signs during the selection process.


Vacation to the Smokies

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

whew! what a wonderful getaway we had to Gatlinburg and the beautiful Smoky Mountains! The view from our condo was stunning and we enjoyed several lovely and vigorous hikes. We even cooked dinner three of the four nights we were there (steak dinner pictured from our balcony). Those were big honking steaks we got from Food City.

Driving through the mountains in 65 degree weather with the windows down, leaves changing, listening to Otis Redding... does it get any better than that?

The Quality of Straws in Today's World

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

I want to know if it’s just me. Has the quality of straws decreased over the past few years? Remember when we were kids, and we were taught to open straws by thudding them against a table or a hard surface? Nowadays, I hardly ever do that anymore, as I’ve ruined too many straws doing so, causing annoying little air holes which slow down my beverage consumption.

I ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant in Southaven today, and was thrilled to have been given a special treat to enjoy with my large ice water: it was a very sturdy red straw hiding under its paper wrapping, just waiting to be thumped against the table and opened in all its thick and quality glory.

I thought to myself, “When did this happen, that I am now excited over a good quality straw?”

So I ask you — when and WHY did this happen, that it is now the acceptable norm that straws are flimsy and can easily incur holes while opening them?
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