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A long-standing debate

For a long time men and women have argued about if the toilet seat should be up or should be down. MenLittle Toilet leave the bottom seat up and women fall in. Women leave the seat down and men have to lift it up before they use the restroom and then put it back down to  ward off the wrath of the woman with the wet behind.  For me, I’ve found that this is a particularly hot topic, not because Bryan doesn’t  put the toilet seat down when he is finished, but because other people when they visit my house don’t put it back down the way it was when they found it. You see, Bryan and I have come to an agreement, that if he has to put the toilet seat down, then I have to put the toilet seat down as well (and besides that, who really needs to walk into a bathroom and see the inside of your toilet). So anytime you come into our house, you will find all of the lids on all of the toilets in our house in the down position. Not until just recently did I discover that it bothered me when people don’t put it back down, but it does (remember that next time you come to our house ;) ).

Anyway. The moral of the story is, if everyone puts all the seats of the toilet down then the great debate will be ended and there will be more peace in the world.

And by the way: I thought this picture of the toilet was so funny. You can find more here. People are so creative sometimes.

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Itchy Anyone?

TideI am allergic to a lot of strange things. When I was younger, I didn’t have any allergies. But since the summer of 2004, I have discovered more allergies than I ever could images I could have. The way I found out about my allergies was always bizarre too. My first experience was with Tide the laundry detergent. I was working at the time at Target as a cashier. One day while I was helping a customer checkout, they had a box of powder tide. As I passed the box across the scanner it slipped out of my hand and POOF, Tide everywhere — in the air, on the scanner, on the floor, on my clothes — everywhere. At the time I didn’t think much about it, except my arms were a little bit itchy. I cleaned up the tide around my lane and went to the bathroom to wash my arms. Finished work that day and went home. The next morning, I woke up and my legs were itching like crazy. I looked down at them and realized my legs were completely covered in hives the size of pieces of bread (and probably raised off my legs that think too). They were huge and horribly itchy. My mom promptly took me to the InstaCare where I had my first experience with ephinephrine (at least I think that it what they gave me). It was horrible and I never want to have to have that again. For the next 3 days, we couldn’t get the hives to go away and I will miserable. The only thing we could link it to, was the tide. Since that one experience I have had so many strange unexplainable allergy experiences. And today I had another one. I was just sitting at work and began to get more and more itchy as the day went on. Then came the hives. They weren’t too bad today, but you could see them. Right after I got the things done that I needed to and knew I had my 40 hours I came home and took some Benadryl (it always works amazing miracles). It basically wipes me out though. I slept through most of the Jazz game this evening. Good thing they won. Stay tuned for my weird eye allergy story.

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An Accident Waiting to Happen

My sad legI am an accident waiting to happen. I am so clumsy; I run into things constantly and this week was no different than normal.

Sometimes, just to be a little silly, I run and jump on Bryan expecting him to catch me (not always smart) and this sometimes leads to pain.

Earlier this week (on Tuesday), Bryan and I were talking in the kitchen. He was sitting on our bench next to our My Yucky Bruisetable and I decided to run and jump on him, while he was sitting on the bench. I backed up almost to the fridge and started toward him. I jumped up and … … most of me made the jump. Just not my leg. I slammed just below my knee into the bench and these pictures are what happened (please excuse the blinding white/non-shaved leg):

Now, you have to know I took this pictures Friday afternoon, so it had been quite a few days since the accident. Right after I hit the bench, I looked at my leg and it was already bruising. Wednesday, when I woke up, the bruise was way uglier and had a strange white center (my friend Andrea said that was a bad sign with bruises). Next time, I’ll have to watch out for stationary objects.

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