Is Nothing Sacred?

I walked into the office bathroom this afternoon for my routine afternoon pit-stop and as I hastily walked toward my usual stall, I heard talking. But no one was in the “lobby” part of the bathroom and one of the stall doors was closed. Someone was sitting on the loo talking on her cell phone!

I had to go potty so bad! What do I do? Should I go? Or should I wait ‘till the call is over? It would be pretty embarrassing for someone across the globe to hear me tinkle, even if they don’t know who I am.

Then I thought, “You know what? Their fault! If they don’t want their friend, co-worker, relative, whatever to hear me tinkle then they shouldn’t be talking on the phone in a public restroom!” So I went. And she began rushing to get off the phone once she heard it hit the water. And she started talking louder to cover the sound.

I thought it was pretty funny. Sorry, person on the other line. If it was you, I needed to take care of business and I was in the proper location for doing so.

Spontaneity

Where did it go? Since when did I feel so guilty about calling in to work when I’m not really sick? Lately I’ve wanted to take a random day off from work just to be with my husband and do stuff we don’t normally have time to do anymore…like go bike-riding in Cameron park.

One morning last week I woke up and decided I didn’t really want to work that day. I asked Sheldon if he wanted to call-in and we could play hooky all day. We could go to the movies, take the dogs for a walk, we could actually cook a good dinner - not just frozen meatloaf and ready-to-eat mashed potatoes. After lying in bed discussing our schedules with each other for ten minutes, I decided the moment was gone and if it was going to take this much effort to get him to agree, I might as well just go to work. I would feel guilty all day anyway.

The way I see it, most employers don’t pay their employees for the sick time they don’t use. I have plenty saved up. It wouldn’t hurt to take one day every now and then. So why the guilt-fest? Today for instance would have been a perfect day to skip work. It’s raining! I could have laid in bed in my jammies watching the rain fall. But no, I have a meeting this morning I would feel guilty missing and I have to get several items in motion for the rest of the week. Not to mention I’ll be out of town next week for a conference, so I should probably make sure I don’t have anything due next week.

At least I was able to spontaneously decide to write a blog post before beginning my week. Hopefully all is not lost and I’m not completely an adult yet. I’d like to enjoy a few more years of spontaneous activities I can blame on being young.

Meet My Hubby

1. Who is your man?
Sheldon
2. How long have you been together?
Married seven years
3. How long did you date?
dated 7 months, engaged eight months
4. How old is your man?
26
5. Who eats more?
It depends what’s being eaten.
6. Who said "I love you" first?
He did.
7. Who is taller?
Sheldon, by an inch and a half.
8. Who sings better?
Me.
9. Who is smarter?
Depends on the subject.
10. Whose temper is worse?
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say me.
11. Who does the laundry?
I do.
12. Who takes out the garbage?
Sheldon.
13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
Me.
14. Who pays the bills?
Me.
15. Who is better with the computer?
I’m better with the software on the computer and he’s better with the hardware and figuring out what’s wrong when it’s not doing what I want it to do.
16. Who mows the lawn?
Sheldon.
17. Who cooks dinner?
Pretty much me, unless I specifically request he make dinner and I provide the recipe and ingredients.
18. Who drives when you are together?
Generally Sheldon, unless I feel one of my control-freak panic attacks coming on, then I drive.
19. Who pays when you go out?
Sheldon.
20. Who is most stubborn?
MOST stubborn would probably be me, but Sheldon’s tough competition. He’ll do anything to avoid an argument though.
21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?
I generally have to force Sheldon to admit that he’s wrong.
22. Whose parents do you see the most?
Sheldon’s….sigh
23. Who kissed who first?
Isn’t that supposed to be mutual? We both went in at the same speed.
24. Who asked who out?
I asked Sheldon out as “friends,” he eventually asked me to “date” him.
25. Who proposed?
Sheldon, right next to me on a bench in a gazebo on the river walk…in San Angelo.
26. Who is more sensitive?
It depends – Sheldon for teasing, me for everything else.
27. Who has more friends?
We have about the same amount.
28. Who has more siblings?
Me, definitely.
29. Who wears the pants in the family?
We each share a leg.

Typical Military Brat

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Why is crime so fascinating?

Let’s play Jeopardy.

1. Extreme paranoia that someone will enter the house clothed in black from head to toe, hide in the closet for 24 hours, then attack when everyone is sleeping peacefully.

2. Checking the door locks fifteen times within a five minute period before bed.

3. Try to change up my daily routine so stalkers won’t know my schedule, therefore knowing when it’s the perfect time to strike.

Anyone know the answer? What are the reasons why Jill shouldn’t watch crime shows anymore? That’s right!

Last week I watched the premiere episodes of Criminal Minds and CSI: NY. I love those shows, but every night after I watch them, my paranoia gets worse. I have nightmares, I freak out if I hear one little noise like Tigger running across the floor or ice falling from the ice maker, and I drive Sheldon crazy with my imaginative stories of who could be in our house and what they could be doing if he doesn’t go check the front door one last time.

The CSI episode I watched was especially gory too. It seems like those shows are just getting worse as far as showing as much murder detail as possible goes. One of the people who were murdered on the show was embalmed while he was still alive! Ew! What will the writers think of next?

The Criminal Minds’ murderer was a security guard. Talk about not being able to trust anyone. I’m already borderline rude to men I don’t know just so they won’t show any interest. And the security guard used a knife. Ick! I hate knives. I don’t even have anything sharp enough in my house to do the job. It’s BYOW (bring your own weapon) if you’re coming to my house. Not that I’m inviting anyone to come over.

Oh, and another show I watched a couple weeks ago was about a fake fireman that would start small fires in apartment buildings so he could get women to open their apartment doors. They thought they were being rescued! How does one avoid that?! Thank goodness I don’t live in an apartment, because I think I’d know if someone started a small fire in my little house.

So, with all that to say, I really don’t think I’ll be watching crime shows anymore. Even though I love trying to figure out who the killer is and seeing all the creative ways the writers come up with to kill someone every week for several seasons, I’ll try to avoid the temptation to watch the really intriguing upcoming episode of Criminal Minds.

I’ll just have to settle for Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmerman or Weird Travels on the Travel Channel. They can’t be that scary, right?