A Little Pissy

I felt the need to resurrect and old post of mine after visiting the men's room at work today. It's a good reminder to all you males out there for the new year. Let's start off on the right foot.
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Okay, here's my thing. public bathrooms are gross enough as it is....they don't need help being that way. So, guys, why must you pee on the toilet seat? I don't get it.........does it just come down to pure laziness or is it some type of target practice for you to try and see if you can pee through the seat?


It is not normally an issue as I tend to use public restrooms for #1 and not #2, but sometimes it is just unavoidable and needs to get done. The last thing you want to have to do is wipe some [insert bad name, IBN]'s pee off the seat with some toilet paper and then cover it with a seat cover........the whole time instead of concentrating on the job at hand.....you're thinking about whether the pee remnants are now soaking through the seat protector and now touching your unsuspecting butt cheeks. Ewwwwwwwww!

Guys, if you must use the toilet to pee in, please lift the [IBN] seat or either sit down to pee. If you don't like touching the toilet seat, use your [IBN] foot.

Bathrooms are not meant for target practice!

Cutter Inners

I commute into work everyday ... for the most part, my commute is not very stressful. However, I have obtained a "not so fresh feeling" about certain drivers I encounter on the road. I have coined them to be: Cutter Inners. Let me set the scenario ...

There is an on-ramp to the freeway off of Georgia Ave to head west bound. The traffic in the far right lane tends to back up further on Georgia due to the amount of people merging over (way before the ramp) preparing to take the on-ramp. The other two lanes of traffic motor on by to head north on Georgia. As you get closer to the on-ramp in teh line of traffic you've been patiently waiting in....

Enter the Cutter Inner!

This would be the [insert bad name "IBN"] that feels they are too good to wait in line with the rest of the kids and drives right on past everyone in the second-to-the-right lane .... only then to pull up next to the line right at the on-ramp entrance and stop to be let in ... little blinker going "blinkidy-blink-blink, let me in."  Meanwhile, the free flowing traffic mentioned before in the other two lanes now has a(n) [IBN] stopped in the middle of traffic and is backing up that lane. So, now we have two lanes backing up ... and because of the back up in the second lane, there are now cars trying to pull out to get into the third lane to head north .... sometimes almost causing a collision as they pull out.

So, now we have two lanes backing up and near death experiences happening in one lane during rush hour ... all because Miss Pretty or Mr Trunkthumper is a [IBN] Cutter Inner! Do you feel my rage building?

These are the type of people that really crank my crust  ... you know those people ... people that want "convenience at the inconvenience of others." I really need to coin a name for that, so if there are any suggestions, please let me know. Again, coining a term for "convenience at the inconvenience of others."

That's my story. These Cutter Inners appear all over in the driving world, not just on my commute. I don't mind them so much as long as traffic is moving and they are not blocking traffic AND they don't cause me to put on my brakes, but normally this is not the case. I have to say, Cutter Inners must hate seeing my red RAV-4 go by because my front bumper is about two inches away from the back bumper of the car in front of me. "Ain't no way you cuttin' in front of me, [IBN]!"  BOOOOM!

If you are a Cutter Inner, I might just hate you today. I'm sure I'll get over it, but today I might relish in my rage. What is your version of a "Cutter Inner?"

Precious Moments

There are certain life moments that can be captured on film that also capture your heart. This would be one of them. Do you have pictures with one of your great grandparents? I don't. Luckily, Kyler has one living & thriving great grandparent, Louella. She is the mother of Brad's mom, Debra, and is a vibrant 82 years old. I made sure to capture several pictures with Kyler and his great grandma in order to capture this special relation ... one of a great grandma and great grandchild.

This photo was taken as great grandma was leaving and was saying good-bye to her precious grandson. There were several mentions of "just one more kiss" as great g'ma Louella kept giving Kyler kisses upon kisses. It was such a special moment, and I am so glad that I was able to capture such a gorgeous picture of these two lovely ladies.

Do you have any memories of any great grandparents? Do you wish you had photos if you don't have any?