Tuesday, July 29, 2008
What Did Production Do Now?!?
Here's a sad fact, I almost couldn't tell that we were having an earthquake. I am on the second floor of a building about 100 miles from the epicenter and we ended up feeling the quake pretty good. But my first thought was that our manufacturing group, located on the floor below me, was moving heavy equipment again or the furnace exploded or the co-gen plant blew (again) or some other minor disaster. I've become so desensitized to vibrations because the building vibrates all day, every day. Luckily, the quake just had a bigger vibe setting than the building! But hey, that was fun! Let's do it again!
Annoying the Neighbors (At the Park)
One of my best friends is leaving town, moving on to bigger an better things. For him, and the village that has helped "raise" him, its the time when dreams start coming true. And what better way to celebrate the dream than with drunken kareoke in the park on a Sunday afternoon. Yes, its a little white trash, or WT, but oh did it make for an interesting afternoon!
So my friend, Aggie, has a wide array of people in his life. Here's his receipe for a good time: combine one part professional coworkers, three parts rough-and-rowdy east county boys, a few beautiful girls, a couple girls who think they're beautiful, a family as crazy as the rest of us, a kid or two, a baby that can (apparently) sleep through anything, a ton of beer, horsehoes, fishing poles, and a pinata - shake vigorously and turn it up!
While the afternoon was more than entertaining, a few highlights stick out in my mind:
So my friend, Aggie, has a wide array of people in his life. Here's his receipe for a good time: combine one part professional coworkers, three parts rough-and-rowdy east county boys, a few beautiful girls, a couple girls who think they're beautiful, a family as crazy as the rest of us, a kid or two, a baby that can (apparently) sleep through anything, a ton of beer, horsehoes, fishing poles, and a pinata - shake vigorously and turn it up!
While the afternoon was more than entertaining, a few highlights stick out in my mind:
- Stage Show - it is always work a second look when you get some drunk guys with a mircophone on the picnic table singing country music and waving their beers. I'm still not sure how no one ate it off the tables, I thought for sure we'd have some concrete action!
- Lap Dances - I took Saturday Morning with me to the event, the boys read this to mean fresh meat. Having never met Aggie and his friends, she had no idea what she was in for. She was subjected to a lap dance and crooning by Aggie's brother and then what can only be described as drunken humping by Aggie himself, all without ever leaving the bench! I must apologize to Saturday Morning for any back pain and bruising (and certainly the molesting) that may have come out of that one! But at least our cheeks hurt for a good reason, since we didn't stop laughing for about two hours!
- Feet in the Fountain - As with any drunken fiesta, sometimes things aren't what they seem. Apparently for a certain guy-in-mourning (fresh out of a very long relationship), the whole pee in the urinal concept got confusing. Not being a guy, I don't know how well the plumbing works when you're intoxicated, I would guess not well... What would be your first thought when you see an intoxicated guy fresh out of the bathroom trying to pull off a ballet move to put his foot into the drinking fountain? Yeah, he peed on his foot. And yeah, we laughed our butts off. Oh, and don't drink out of the fountain at the bathroom on Lake 5 at Santee Lakes!
- Manscaping - I don't want to go into too much detail here, but let's just say Aggie definitely gave us the...ahem, low down.
We managed to create quite the spectacle at the park, although the lime green bridesmaid dresses that kept walking by definitely gave us a run for our money! I think somewhere across the park someone said "I do" with the country version of "gin & juice" provided as their (unwanted) background music. But hey, what do you expect for getting married in a park in Santee?!?
Anyway, Saturday Morning managed to not run away screaming from Aggie and his friends/family. But you know, sometimes I wonder why I haven't done it myself...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Bye-Bye Slam!
Slam has done it! Well actually Boyfriend has done it! Boyfriend came over yesterday (when no one else was home) to move all of Slam's stuff out of the house! While I seriously doubt that Slam was too busy to do this herself and I'm not a big fan of someone other than a roommate being alone in the house, I am just glad it finally happened. After a cursory check of my belongings, it was definitely time for a (mini) celebration. Saturday Morning could not be happier. She can leave her toilet paper in the bathroom, she won't have to clean the bathroom everyday, she doesn't have to be afraid of what's in the trash can, and the floor may actually stay clean for a while! Beyond that, no more slamming doors, no more blaring tvs, and certainly no more gettin'-it-on noises at midnight!
I'm not sure how I left this out, but a little over a week ago I wrote Slam a letter. In this two page letter I tried very, very hard not to sound like I was attacking her or that we were ganging up against her, but it still probably came off that way. In this letter I discussed some of the things that needed to change. I know some people may have thought I was exaggerating about Slam, so I've included a couple sections of the letter to share, no joke, direct excerpts:
I'm not sure how I left this out, but a little over a week ago I wrote Slam a letter. In this two page letter I tried very, very hard not to sound like I was attacking her or that we were ganging up against her, but it still probably came off that way. In this letter I discussed some of the things that needed to change. I know some people may have thought I was exaggerating about Slam, so I've included a couple sections of the letter to share, no joke, direct excerpts:
Now I don’t use the bathroom myself to know, but in regards to complaints I’ve received, here are some suggestions:
The floor should not be covered in hair
The sink/counter should not have toothpaste or hair or make-up messes, etc.
The toilet should be flushed after each use
i. I get the whole “if its yellow let it mellow, if its brown flush it down” philosophy, but when you share a bathroom and when guests use that bathroom, it just comes off as unsanitary.
Like many things toilet paper needs to be shared expense, so find a way to take turns buying and making sure there is always some available.
Trash should be taken out at least once a week.
i. We do have the recycling container for recyclable trash, but not everything is recyclable. ANYTHING with human waste on it is trash.
ii. Toilet paper should be flushed, we have a good sewer system (that we pay for), so we should use it.
iii. When putting pads and tampons in the trash, it should really be wrapped or covered some way. As familiar as we are with that stuff, we still don’t want to see it. And for a guest to see that is downright embarrassing.- Other noises – (I’m sorry if this section embarrasses you, but it makes us extremely uncomfortable as well.) There are certain things your roommates don’t want to hear and shouldn’t have to hear. I can appreciate your attempt to drown out the sound by turning your TV up, but its not working. Having the TV that loud is annoying when other people are trying to sleep, but to have to listen to the TV in addition to other unwanted sounds, well frankly its rude. I’m all for a healthy sex life, but your roommates shouldn’t be a part of it. For example, if Kerstin can hear you over your TV, through two doors, and over her TV as well – then it is definitely too loud. This is something that has to stop, especially when we are trying to sleep. Please do it quietly, when we’re not home or take it somewhere else.
So we are looking for a new roommate, and this time around we have some clear standards for the next person who moves in. And, hey, if you know some one interested, let us know! As long as they are nothing like Slam, we'll all be just fine...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
UnInteresting Girl's Friday Night Out
What does an UnInteresting Girl do on a Friday night? I mean besides when she stays home or hangs out with her parents, duh! She hangs out at the local Costco...
First of all, their pizza is awesome! Second of all, why would they bother putting in a seating area next to the food counter if they didn't WANT you to hang out for a while? And third, have you seen how many hot (okay, and mostly married) guys are in line at Costco?!? I had a fine time "people" watching with Saturday Morning on Friday night.
We were in that damn store for over two hours, and all I went home with was a bunch of juice and a new bluetooth! Maybe that's why I went fishin'.
First of all, their pizza is awesome! Second of all, why would they bother putting in a seating area next to the food counter if they didn't WANT you to hang out for a while? And third, have you seen how many hot (okay, and mostly married) guys are in line at Costco?!? I had a fine time "people" watching with Saturday Morning on Friday night.
We were in that damn store for over two hours, and all I went home with was a bunch of juice and a new bluetooth! Maybe that's why I went fishin'.
Leave A Light On - Flip the Breaker
No this isn't a post about electrical problems, its a post about an energy nazi becoming an energy glutton.
It has been a few days since Slam gave notice. While we aren't sure when exactly she plans to move out, it really can't happen soon enough!
Slam has decided to come out of her shell a little bit, although not socially if that's what you're thinking. She's tapped into her inner bad girl. I've tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for most of the lease, but I am really beginning to wonder if I should have bothered! Slam's added a few more bad habits to the door slamming behavior. In an apparent quest to stick it to us on the utility bills, she has been leaving everything on! Not just a light here and there, we're talking everything she can possibly leave on, is on.
I woke up a few days ago to this mild roaring sound. It took me a while to realize it was not, in fact, the next door neighbor's air conditioning unit (I've successfully learned how to tune that out). No it was something close, a likely smaller, but still annoying. After being kept awake for most of the night by Slam's blaring tv, I was in no mood for more unwanted noise. When I stepped outside my room, the noise got louder and a little clearer. At this point, I was pretty sure it was a fan. I know Saturday Morning has a fan, and her room probably has the worst ventilation, so I was over it. But as I walked toward Saturday Morning's room, the noise got quieter, not louder. Ah, of course, Slam found a new way to be loud! Don't know why I didn't see that one coming. Figuring she was home, I just kept on walking and went about my business. A little while later, having looked out the window and noticed that Slam's car was nowhere to be seen, I got a little mad. As I walked back towards my room (and hers), I noticed her light was on, too. Okay, I can see leaving a light on accidentally, but that fan is hard to ignore! So I knocked on Slam's door, no answer. I went around back and peered through the window, and imagine my shock (yeah, right) when I see that not only is the fan and light on, so is the tv! What the hell?!? I go around and knock again, still no answer. So I open the door. As the door hits her entertainment stand, which is blocking the door, I have to laugh. Because by now, there is no doubt this is intentional. My question is, what kind of idiot thinks its a good idea to leave their tv, fan, and TWO lights on, with the door blocked when they're not home?!? Oh and who does it several days in a row? Her name is Slam, and by now she's just plain dumb.
But wait, that's not all! Saturday Morning, being both amused and annoyed, came home Monday to find Slam's latest bad acts. Wasting energy in her own room has proved not enough for Slam. She's now taken to leaving the water on in the kitchen sink, bathroom sink, and in the shower, as well as leaving the microwave open and the house unlocked. Okay, the microwave may be a mistake, but leaving three faucets running? I don't think so. We came home later Monday night to find the door closed to the bathroom with the water running. When I opened the door, I was hit with a blast of heat. Thankfully she hadn't set the house on fire, but I wouldn't doubt it if she's trying! She had left the water running, hot water!
As much as Slam would like to think she's 'burning' us, pun kind of intended, the joke is on her. Being new to this whole renting thing, she didn't understand the concept of a security deposit. She, per her notice of intent to vacate, is expecting a full refund of that deposit. Well, as any experienced renter could advise her in this situation, "Ain't gonna happen!" I am not-so-secretly anticipating the moment when she figures that one out! She's going to feel like quite the idiot for running up the bills when she has to pay for it, too!
Oh, and Slam, turnabout is fair play!
It has been a few days since Slam gave notice. While we aren't sure when exactly she plans to move out, it really can't happen soon enough!
Slam has decided to come out of her shell a little bit, although not socially if that's what you're thinking. She's tapped into her inner bad girl. I've tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for most of the lease, but I am really beginning to wonder if I should have bothered! Slam's added a few more bad habits to the door slamming behavior. In an apparent quest to stick it to us on the utility bills, she has been leaving everything on! Not just a light here and there, we're talking everything she can possibly leave on, is on.
I woke up a few days ago to this mild roaring sound. It took me a while to realize it was not, in fact, the next door neighbor's air conditioning unit (I've successfully learned how to tune that out). No it was something close, a likely smaller, but still annoying. After being kept awake for most of the night by Slam's blaring tv, I was in no mood for more unwanted noise. When I stepped outside my room, the noise got louder and a little clearer. At this point, I was pretty sure it was a fan. I know Saturday Morning has a fan, and her room probably has the worst ventilation, so I was over it. But as I walked toward Saturday Morning's room, the noise got quieter, not louder. Ah, of course, Slam found a new way to be loud! Don't know why I didn't see that one coming. Figuring she was home, I just kept on walking and went about my business. A little while later, having looked out the window and noticed that Slam's car was nowhere to be seen, I got a little mad. As I walked back towards my room (and hers), I noticed her light was on, too. Okay, I can see leaving a light on accidentally, but that fan is hard to ignore! So I knocked on Slam's door, no answer. I went around back and peered through the window, and imagine my shock (yeah, right) when I see that not only is the fan and light on, so is the tv! What the hell?!? I go around and knock again, still no answer. So I open the door. As the door hits her entertainment stand, which is blocking the door, I have to laugh. Because by now, there is no doubt this is intentional. My question is, what kind of idiot thinks its a good idea to leave their tv, fan, and TWO lights on, with the door blocked when they're not home?!? Oh and who does it several days in a row? Her name is Slam, and by now she's just plain dumb.
But wait, that's not all! Saturday Morning, being both amused and annoyed, came home Monday to find Slam's latest bad acts. Wasting energy in her own room has proved not enough for Slam. She's now taken to leaving the water on in the kitchen sink, bathroom sink, and in the shower, as well as leaving the microwave open and the house unlocked. Okay, the microwave may be a mistake, but leaving three faucets running? I don't think so. We came home later Monday night to find the door closed to the bathroom with the water running. When I opened the door, I was hit with a blast of heat. Thankfully she hadn't set the house on fire, but I wouldn't doubt it if she's trying! She had left the water running, hot water!
As much as Slam would like to think she's 'burning' us, pun kind of intended, the joke is on her. Being new to this whole renting thing, she didn't understand the concept of a security deposit. She, per her notice of intent to vacate, is expecting a full refund of that deposit. Well, as any experienced renter could advise her in this situation, "Ain't gonna happen!" I am not-so-secretly anticipating the moment when she figures that one out! She's going to feel like quite the idiot for running up the bills when she has to pay for it, too!
Oh, and Slam, turnabout is fair play!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Fishin' In The Dark
You know when you're driving around sometimes and you see a hot guy (in a nice truck) driving the other way? And you think about following him but decide to rein in your stalkerish impulses instead? Satruday Morning and I did that the other day. Aren't you proud we didn't chase him down? While no chase ensued at that moment, we both noticed a fish sticker on the back of the cab, and so "fish-boy" was born.
Luckily, (for us, maybe not for him) we passed him very close to our house, so we knew he could still be in the area. In true bored-girl fashion, everytime a truck drove by our house, we had to stop and see if it was him. While there was many a discussion about the color of the truck (Saturday Morning swore it was blue, and I was too busy looking at him to notice), and therefore how to find him, we both agreed he was hot! So we continued looking. We even drove around the neighborhood, all four streets, on Saturday night to see if we could find him again, but no such luck. Now, let me cut you off at the pass here...we were really just trying to kill time and give Slam more time to leave the house by driving around a little more. Our intentions weren't purely stalkerish! I promise!
After pausing to look at the bajillions of trucks that drove by our house (that we saw anyway), we finally saw him again! He drove by last night and were both excited to know two things, the color of his truck (no more discussion on that one, its white) and that he's still in the area. We went about our business for a little while before heading out to do some exercise, a whole trip around the 3.5 mile golf course, thank you very much! We just happened to take a little detour around the neighborhood before heading to the golf course, and who do we find?!? Fish-boy! Okay, well we found his truck, he must have been inside the house. But we know where to look now, that's the important part! We may have to hike up the big hill on a "walk" to see if we can catch a real glimpse of the elusive fish-boy...nothin' like a little fishin'!
One quick note, Saturday Morning is currently "attached," therefore not really interested in catching the fish-boy, but she's definitely along for the ride to see what kind of shenanigans we can get ourselves into! Besides she's already got a good catch!
Luckily, (for us, maybe not for him) we passed him very close to our house, so we knew he could still be in the area. In true bored-girl fashion, everytime a truck drove by our house, we had to stop and see if it was him. While there was many a discussion about the color of the truck (Saturday Morning swore it was blue, and I was too busy looking at him to notice), and therefore how to find him, we both agreed he was hot! So we continued looking. We even drove around the neighborhood, all four streets, on Saturday night to see if we could find him again, but no such luck. Now, let me cut you off at the pass here...we were really just trying to kill time and give Slam more time to leave the house by driving around a little more. Our intentions weren't purely stalkerish! I promise!
After pausing to look at the bajillions of trucks that drove by our house (that we saw anyway), we finally saw him again! He drove by last night and were both excited to know two things, the color of his truck (no more discussion on that one, its white) and that he's still in the area. We went about our business for a little while before heading out to do some exercise, a whole trip around the 3.5 mile golf course, thank you very much! We just happened to take a little detour around the neighborhood before heading to the golf course, and who do we find?!? Fish-boy! Okay, well we found his truck, he must have been inside the house. But we know where to look now, that's the important part! We may have to hike up the big hill on a "walk" to see if we can catch a real glimpse of the elusive fish-boy...nothin' like a little fishin'!
One quick note, Saturday Morning is currently "attached," therefore not really interested in catching the fish-boy, but she's definitely along for the ride to see what kind of shenanigans we can get ourselves into! Besides she's already got a good catch!
Something to Talk About
So Slam finally had a good idea, she's decided to move out. And in typical Slam-fashion, she couldn't handle this in a normal way.
A little back-story here, I share a house with Slam and Saturday Morning, but my parents are the "landlords" according to the lease. While I handle things like utilities and gladly pass along the rent, my parents are the ones paying the mortgage. This being said, it was still a little weird when Slam decided to show up at my parent's door to inform them that she was moving out. Slam had never been to my parents house, never had reason to go to my parents house, and certainly wasn't invited. My parents, needless to say, were pretty surprised to see Slam standing there, letter in hand, talking about moving out. My mom tells me later that Slam has decided that the rent is too high and she has found a cheaper place. Her letter says that she expects full refund of the security deposit and will likely be out of the house prior to the 30 deadline, as required by the lease. (More on that deposit later)
Given our lack of communication with Slam, I am not surprised that she didn't want to Saturday Morning and me. I did have a strange voicemail from her saying that she "um....well, kind of would ....I guess...like to talk..." Nothing ever came of it. I made myself available both that night and the following night for "discussion," but she must have either lost her desire or her nerve. It is mildly entertaining that she has yet to even mention to us that she is moving out. She has to know that my mom communicated that information to me, and that I would tell Saturday Morning, but doesn't common decency (and common sense) prompt a person to tell her roommates that she's moving out? Okay, my bad, I forgot for a moment that I was still talking about Slam, normalcy, and certainly common sense, doesn't apply to her.
Anyway, Saturday Morning and I are quite excited to see what Slam does in the next few weeks. When she first moved in, we thought she would be friendly, social, and kind of a sweet girl. We should have known when she said she doesn' even know where her twin lives anymore, that personal connections aren't a priority. How do you lose track of your twin? In this age of cell phones and myspace, how do you lose track of anyone? Have you heard of Google?!? Ok, so maybe her roommate isn't cool enough to be on Google yet, but with Slam's identical genetic material...chance's are she's being blogged about too somewhere!
A little back-story here, I share a house with Slam and Saturday Morning, but my parents are the "landlords" according to the lease. While I handle things like utilities and gladly pass along the rent, my parents are the ones paying the mortgage. This being said, it was still a little weird when Slam decided to show up at my parent's door to inform them that she was moving out. Slam had never been to my parents house, never had reason to go to my parents house, and certainly wasn't invited. My parents, needless to say, were pretty surprised to see Slam standing there, letter in hand, talking about moving out. My mom tells me later that Slam has decided that the rent is too high and she has found a cheaper place. Her letter says that she expects full refund of the security deposit and will likely be out of the house prior to the 30 deadline, as required by the lease. (More on that deposit later)
Given our lack of communication with Slam, I am not surprised that she didn't want to Saturday Morning and me. I did have a strange voicemail from her saying that she "um....well, kind of would ....I guess...like to talk..." Nothing ever came of it. I made myself available both that night and the following night for "discussion," but she must have either lost her desire or her nerve. It is mildly entertaining that she has yet to even mention to us that she is moving out. She has to know that my mom communicated that information to me, and that I would tell Saturday Morning, but doesn't common decency (and common sense) prompt a person to tell her roommates that she's moving out? Okay, my bad, I forgot for a moment that I was still talking about Slam, normalcy, and certainly common sense, doesn't apply to her.
Anyway, Saturday Morning and I are quite excited to see what Slam does in the next few weeks. When she first moved in, we thought she would be friendly, social, and kind of a sweet girl. We should have known when she said she doesn' even know where her twin lives anymore, that personal connections aren't a priority. How do you lose track of your twin? In this age of cell phones and myspace, how do you lose track of anyone? Have you heard of Google?!? Ok, so maybe her roommate isn't cool enough to be on Google yet, but with Slam's identical genetic material...chance's are she's being blogged about too somewhere!
Friday, July 11, 2008
A Quick Thought
I know I can be pretty quiet in the mornings at work ( I am seriously not a morning person), but I'm still VISIBLE, right? I'm not exactly an easy person to miss, so I've got to wonder why my boss walked right past me and standing not five feet away, asks my coworker if I am here today. Um, hello, sitting right behind you!
Now I know I am bored and work, but I am still here, doing my job! I am choosing to take this as further proof that my boss pays me no attention! No wonder I never have anything to do...
Now I know I am bored and work, but I am still here, doing my job! I am choosing to take this as further proof that my boss pays me no attention! No wonder I never have anything to do...
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Paper Thin: Walls and Toilet Paper
Life with my roommates has continued to be a sore source for entertainment. I can't help but laugh as one roommate experiences the 'joy' of the other, but I can't help but cringe as I experience my own 'joys' as well. The short of it - Slam ain't right!
One of the constant complaints from Saturday Morning is that Slam leaves the toilet seat up. Ok, now when Saturday Morning first mentioned this I thought, 'Slam's a girl, she could fall in!' Well, in Saturday Morning speak, leaving the toilet seat up means not putting the lid down. I didn't really see a problem with that (as long as the toilet's clean). There is a dog in the house, but as long as there is water in at least one of her bowl's, she stays out of the toilet. However, there is more to the story of Slam and the toilet, its just been trickling out... Saturday Morning noticed that not only is the toilet seat being left up, the toilet's not even being flushed. Again, ok, I thought 'yellow let it mellow, brown flush it down.' But when you share a bathroom, shouldn't you at least discuss this option with your bathroom-mate? And when said toilet is the 'guest' toilet, wouldn't you reconsider that policy altogether? Well, not if you're Slam!
I really do feel for Saturday Morning in this situation, but when she brought this up to me in one of our (many) long talks, I did make one connnection. Where else do people (close-by) not use toilet paper, or really not put toilet paper in the toilet? Given our proximity to a third-world country with a poor sewer system, it was easy to make the Tijuana connection. But here's the thing, Slam's not from Mexico. And I am pretty sure she's not fresh off the boat from her Pacific Rim nation. I mean she speaks like a native and by all outward appearances is through-and-through classic all-American twenty-something. So what's with the toilet paper in the trash routine? (BTW - Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!) When I mentioned this to Saturday Morning, she almost puked! Weak stomach or not, its gross. It's a logic leap to assume that the ever-overflowing trash can in their bathroom is the depository for the 'missing' paper in the toilet, right? Yeah, Saturday Morning is very concerned about some disease she could catch from being in close proximity with the trash can! Its unsanitary people! We have a decent sewer system, for the L.O.G, use it!!!
If only that were all... Bathroom issues aside (although don't get me started on the bathroom floor!), Slam continues to be, hmmm, how do should I say...well....'loud.' And while I am partially referencing the continued slamming of doors (recent text messages informed me of a mini-quake that dropped a frame from the wall at 7:32 this morning - thank you Slam!), there is more unappreciated 'noise' in the house. And this time, I wasn't the only one suffering through it! Saturday Morning shared in the 'joy' of overhearing Slam and Boyfriend at 11pm last night. Now, overhearing may be the wrong word. Saturday Morning could hear them over their tv, which was blaring, and over her computer, on which she was likely watching tv online. That's four sound barriers broken for Saturday Morning to 'overhear' them - two walls and two tvs! Lucky me, I just have one wall. Oh, and either she didn't get it all the first time, or they went for round two.
Saturday Morning finally figured out what Slam is missing, common courtesy! Although I may argue she's missing common sense, a normal hearing range, and the knowledge of a world outide her own clueless (possibly overly-selfish) head! Here's a great idea, fresh from an ongoing text-versation with Saturday Morning - we should get a quote from a contractor on sound-proofing Slam's room and slip it under her door.
The girl ain't right, that's all I have to say!
One of the constant complaints from Saturday Morning is that Slam leaves the toilet seat up. Ok, now when Saturday Morning first mentioned this I thought, 'Slam's a girl, she could fall in!' Well, in Saturday Morning speak, leaving the toilet seat up means not putting the lid down. I didn't really see a problem with that (as long as the toilet's clean). There is a dog in the house, but as long as there is water in at least one of her bowl's, she stays out of the toilet. However, there is more to the story of Slam and the toilet, its just been trickling out... Saturday Morning noticed that not only is the toilet seat being left up, the toilet's not even being flushed. Again, ok, I thought 'yellow let it mellow, brown flush it down.' But when you share a bathroom, shouldn't you at least discuss this option with your bathroom-mate? And when said toilet is the 'guest' toilet, wouldn't you reconsider that policy altogether? Well, not if you're Slam!
I really do feel for Saturday Morning in this situation, but when she brought this up to me in one of our (many) long talks, I did make one connnection. Where else do people (close-by) not use toilet paper, or really not put toilet paper in the toilet? Given our proximity to a third-world country with a poor sewer system, it was easy to make the Tijuana connection. But here's the thing, Slam's not from Mexico. And I am pretty sure she's not fresh off the boat from her Pacific Rim nation. I mean she speaks like a native and by all outward appearances is through-and-through classic all-American twenty-something. So what's with the toilet paper in the trash routine? (BTW - Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!) When I mentioned this to Saturday Morning, she almost puked! Weak stomach or not, its gross. It's a logic leap to assume that the ever-overflowing trash can in their bathroom is the depository for the 'missing' paper in the toilet, right? Yeah, Saturday Morning is very concerned about some disease she could catch from being in close proximity with the trash can! Its unsanitary people! We have a decent sewer system, for the L.O.G, use it!!!
If only that were all... Bathroom issues aside (although don't get me started on the bathroom floor!), Slam continues to be, hmmm, how do should I say...well....'loud.' And while I am partially referencing the continued slamming of doors (recent text messages informed me of a mini-quake that dropped a frame from the wall at 7:32 this morning - thank you Slam!), there is more unappreciated 'noise' in the house. And this time, I wasn't the only one suffering through it! Saturday Morning shared in the 'joy' of overhearing Slam and Boyfriend at 11pm last night. Now, overhearing may be the wrong word. Saturday Morning could hear them over their tv, which was blaring, and over her computer, on which she was likely watching tv online. That's four sound barriers broken for Saturday Morning to 'overhear' them - two walls and two tvs! Lucky me, I just have one wall. Oh, and either she didn't get it all the first time, or they went for round two.
Saturday Morning finally figured out what Slam is missing, common courtesy! Although I may argue she's missing common sense, a normal hearing range, and the knowledge of a world outide her own clueless (possibly overly-selfish) head! Here's a great idea, fresh from an ongoing text-versation with Saturday Morning - we should get a quote from a contractor on sound-proofing Slam's room and slip it under her door.
The girl ain't right, that's all I have to say!
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