Bathroom Ettiquette

I was at a wedding reception on Saturday. Let me set the stage...

1. Large Women's bathroom at a local hotel/reception place. When I say large, I mean 9 stalls or so.
2. When I go in there, I am the ONLY one in the whole bathroom.
3. Someone else comes in.

What do you think happens? Right, she takes the stall NEXT TO MINE! I picked the stall smack in the middle of the row and she picks the one immediately to the right of me (that's stage right, if it matters). So, of course I start thinking about bathroom ettiquette. You know - you don't take the stall next to the full stall unless you have to. Some people only use the even stalls - some the odd.

I figured I would head back to the table at the wedding reception and comment about the lack of bathroom ettiquette this person had. So, I am standing at the sink washing up and the offender comes out of her stall. Turns out it was someone from my table! Lucky for me, I took my time washing my hands. Imagine my embarrasment if I had not known who it was and then started spouting off about bathroom ettiquette! I guess it wouldn't have been too bad - I really don't like this person much anyway.

So, now you know...don't take the stall next to me unless you have to.

When is it REALLY official?

Today, Gov. Bill Richardson OFFICIALLY entered the 2008 Presidential election...

http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/05/21/richardson/index.html

What confuses me is that he participated in the debate. Can anyone participate in a Presidential Debate, or do you actually have to be running for President? 'Cause if anyone can, sign me up. I'd like to talk about (in no particular order) gas prices, same sex marriage, ethics, the war, hypocracy...

The other thing that confuses me about today's OFFICIAL announcement is that there have been dozens of commercials for "Bill Richardson for President" on tv here (that's Sioux City for those of you who don't know me).

So, I guess we should OFFICIALLY welcome Gov. Richardson to the melee.

White, Wheat, Rye, or Pumpernickel

I have a thing for signs...not signs from God (although they would be pretty cool, too) - signs with mis-spelled words, inappropriate use of words, that make you smack your forehead in amazement, and signs that make you wonder why they even bothered to put them there.

Today, as I was leaving work, I noticed a sign on the bulletin board where employees can post signs (with HR approval) advertising things for sale, charity events, etc. This sign was for some REALLY cute Beagle puppies.

And now, the reason for the title of this post...



I guess HR doesn't proofread.

Bug Fornication

This morning I jumped in the car to head to work and lo and behold there were two bugs fornicating on my windshield. Of course, my first thought was, “I wonder how aerodynamic they are?” I tried in vain to get a picture of them (does that qualify as pornography – will the government seize my puter? – I guess there is no way to prove they were underage bugs…). These bugs obviously weren’t professionals, they never turned to give me the right angle to snap their picture.

To answer the question in my first thought…they made it to 52 MPH before flying off the windshield.

My final thought was, “I wonder if they were done yet?” I guess they were…

My OCD Dog

~~Originally written on March 20, 2007 (pre-blog)~~

I have always known that my dog was obsessive-compulsive. This was (once again) made completely evident last night. I took her to PetCo 2 Sundays ago when we were both stir crazy from the blizzard. She picked out a bone for herself - I picked out one for Sammy. When we got home, she insisted on going outside and burying the bone. Throughout the day, she would go out and get the bone, then 15 minutes later, go out and bury it. Finally, she seemed to forget about the bone (she must have buried it to her satisfaction by then). Well, last night she unburied the bone. In it came and she actually started eating it (with Sammy staring at her the whole time). She ate it for a while and then it was time for bed. Upstairs we go - minus the bone - I put it on top of the microwave for safekeeping. Once upstairs, Moose realized that she does not have her bone. She sits by the bedroom door and periodically lets me know she wants to get out of the room so she can get her bone (imagine a quiet "WOOF"). I ignore her and eventually fall asleep. I don't know if she continued with the quiet "WOOF" since I can sleep through just about anything. This morning, I wake up to realize that she is still in the same place on the floor. As soon as she realized that I was awake (sort of), she quietly said, "WOOF". I don't think she slept at all - she had to keep watch on the door and make sure no one (read: Sammy) got downstairs and got her bone. Guess what her treat was after they went out this morning?

Oh, I can't forget to mention that her lead broke at some point last night on that last trip outside. I have no idea how long she was running free. I hope that:
A) She was so obsessed with the bone she didn't even realize it or;
B) Sammy kept her in the yard.

Imagine my surprise when I let them in and she wasn't attached to anything.