9.30.2008

Warning- Too Much Information.

The following is a short conversation between my mother and myself during work today. I say warning because it really is kind of gross. But reading it is no where near as bad as living it, trust me. It is basically how my day went and my thoughts on bathroom etiquette.

Subject: UGH. men.

Cassie: I just spent a good amount of time cleaning the bathroom. Wiping down everything, mirror, toilet, sink, the little cabinet thing, the floors, really everything. A client comes in to drop something off. He asks to use the bathroom, so I show him where it is. I figure he is only dropping something off so he probably just really has to go, whatever. Well, not only does he poop and leave marks on my freshly cleaned toilet, there are poop marks on the toilet seat, as in the part you sit down on. How does that even happen?? Granted, he is a little on the old side, but that is no excuse. So now, my fresh pledge/lysol smelling bathroom reeks and I have to go wipe old man poop marks off the toilet seat. I am waiting for at least to smell to go away. I told Trisha [the lady I work with] and she said "I hate men" and we laughed. And then I realized it really isn't funny because now I can't use the bathroom because I will vomit if I go in there and smell it and I can't even hold my nose and just go because the seat's got poop on it. UGH.

Jamie: This is why I ALWAYS keep rubber gloves at work. I call anyone who does not work in the office and comes in and uses the bathroom an "alien butt." Now it's a joke around here that we have to go wipe the toilet seat with a lysol wipe because an "alien butt" has sat on the seat.

Cassie: WAIT. It gets worse. I just cleaned it off so I could use the bathroom because I was about to burst and I go to grab toilet paper and there was POOP on the last square. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? Trisha said "what was he doing, playing with it?" I didn't even sit on the seat after I cleaned it, I am that grossed out by it. I squatted. And I know I could have put toilet paper down but apparently that isn't safe either. I think I need to wash my hands again. And this rubber glove thing is something I'm going to invest in. I'm practically convulsing.
Here are my thoughts on it. First of all, why would you leave your office to poop in someone else's? Who does that? If he was already out of the office, run home real quick. Or go to a gas station if your house is too far away (like ours is), those bathrooms are already nasty. Second, when you are finished ruining my life, why would you not check? I mean if you get poop on the toilet seat, WIPE IT UP. The stench you can't get rid of obviously, but all other proof of poop should be erased. Or, if you just can't help yourself, carry around a small can of Febreze with you. Spray before, during and after and that will help.
Trisha said she doesn't understand men. Women go once a day (if that) and we're good. She said she wonders what it is that goes on that makes them have to poop all the time.


Now, I do feel bad for the poor man because its not like he didn't know that we knew. But that did not make it any less disgusting. Sorry if that was too much for anyone, but I needed a break from my online class.

9.27.2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNOR

Well, I am a total slacker. Connor's birthday was actually last Sunday (the 21st) and here I am, 6 days later, posting about it (he didn't even get my present until yesterday). Since his birthday was on a Sunday, we just had cake and did presents and went out to dinner on Monday night. Here he is with his cake.

Also, I found these pictures and thought they were sweet. I've posted about this before, but Connor is FINALLY in high school and plays football on the freshmen team. He does really well. He is a backup linebacker, backup quarterback, and the punter.
This was a fumble that he recovered....
And ran in to score his first high school touchdown!!
We're all very proud of him.

9.15.2008

Thanks, but no.

So I'm in my lab last week for chem and my teacher keeps looking at me. I try to pretend I don't find it weird, but also can't stop myself from occasionally checking to see if he is still looking. This went on for over half the lab before he FINALLY said "you look like someone." Okay...? So I asked "who?" and he said "I don't know her name." Ah, progress. I just thought he meant someone he knew, because I get that a lot. People always tell me they are related to someone or saw someone at church or in a class that looks like me. But then he said "she was a famous actress and she died in the 80's but I can't remember her name." Since I wasn't alive in the 80's, that did not help me.

He then proceeds to call over some of the older people in the class (not old, but those who were alive in the 80's. I'm pretty sure I'm the youngest one in the class) and asks them if they remember the name of the actress who fell off a boat and drowned and everyone thought her husband pushed her off the boat. They all say no and he says "well, doesn't she look like her" and points at me. So now everyone is staring at me. Yeah, that wasn't awkward. About 10 minutes later he finally figures out that her name is Natalie Wood.

Really, I don't see it. She was very pretty, but we look nothing alike. I've also been told I look like Audrey Hepburnand Kate Beckinsale
All compliments, but I do not look anything like any of these women.

9.08.2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

Today is my mom's birthday (and because I don't think she would appreciate it, I won't tell you how old she is now. Mom-consider that part 2 of your present). Though I haven't asked her, I bet she would tell you that she's led a pretty wonderful life.

I went picture crazy again. And there are huge jumps between years, sorry.

Mom with her parents, age one.


With parents & siblings, 1979.

Jamie & Hugh.
I have no idea when this was. I don't see any rings so they may have been dating,
or maybe they just weren't wearing them...


Her Wedding Day, 1982.

The fam, 1989


Comparing stomachs with Granddad.
I think she was pregnant with either Kelly or me.

In St. Johns, 1999.


Disneyland, 2005.


With Lins, 2005.


Family Pictures, Sept. 2007.


Hugh & Jamie, Dec. 2007.

Hawaii, March 2008.


Connor's 8th grade promotion, May 2008.



And when I found these pictures, I couldn't resist. They are the day of her children's baby blessings. Except Lindsay. I couldn't find one, sorry Lins!


Mom with Lins. (I just thought the picture was so cute!)


Kelly

Cassie

Connor

Happy birthday mom! I love you.

9.03.2008

Drum Roll Please...

Well, it finally came. My parents have waited for this day for almost 15 years and today they finally got to watch their son play on a high school football field. It is still so weird to me that Connor is in high school. I can't even imagine how my mom feels and it scares me for how I'll feel when it is my child, not just my little brother. Connor played very well. He played as a linebacker, punted and even went in as quarterback for a few plays. The kid took all the talent in the family. Mesquite beat Desert Ridge 41 to 6. Good job, Con!

Also, I have a funny story. When my parents and I were driving to go pick him up from the school we were on Warner and this girl makes a U-turn RIGHT in front of us. And I'm not exaggerating. My dad slammed on the brakes and honked and we thought she was retarded. Then after we got Connor there was this guy driving behind us who was going way too fast and kept switching lanes at the same time as us. Then we went to get food and in the parking lot a car starts to back out in front of us and we had to stop until he saw us and he pulled back in. Then like 20 down from that, ANOTHER car starts backing out. My dad wasn't going fast because its a parking lot but he wasn't going slow either. The car keeps coming so my dad hit the horn and held it for a good 7 seconds (though it felt like 20) and he moved over to try to give the guy room and he STILL hit us. We were laughing. It didn't do that much damage, his car was worse than ours but the paint is messed up on our front bumper. My dad thinks he was destined for an accident because we kept coming so close and then finally one of the idiots hit us. Oh man, it totally made my night. He came over and apologized and was really nice. I guess you had to be there, but it was funny and a very weird night. That's all :)