It's funny because it's true!!

Tis the week for taking things from one blog to another! My friend had this on her blog (which she took from someone elses blog) And I thought all the woman would apreaciate a good laugh at something we've all experanced at one point or another, if not all at once surely 1-2 or 3 times at a time!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'

Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail .

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.. It is wet of course.

You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!!

Crazy Cool!

One of my FB Friends posted this on her wall! It was the perfect way to wind down after a crazy day! Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys

Hilarious!

One of my friends had this on her blog and I laughed so hard!!

Can we build it?! YES WE CAN!!!

I literally just got off the phone from NWHD and we have been approved to start building!! WOWZA!! Crazy summer here we come! We start pre-construction classes the first week in June and when were done with those, we start building!! This time next year we will be moving into our very own house!! So much to think about!! So much to do! Colors, Decor, themes, building time...the list goes on and on!!

Anxiety

As you know Greg and I are waiting to be approved to build our home (check out House?! Post if you're unaware). The anxiety of the whole thing is killing us. We got the letter last Friday or Saturday that said our loan papers had been accepted to be processed (which i thought was funny). So now we're just waiting on the process to be...well...processed. Greg compares it to finding out the gender of a child, or the having the plans to ask me to marry him and just waiting for the day to arrive. We get tummy flutters every time we think about it. We just can't stand it any longer! We just want to know. So much is riding on this decision. We had plans for summer vacations that we won't be able to go on if we get approved (which we're ok with). We'll need to go buy tools (which is Greg's fav. part). Greg has plans for who knows what, but he's always planning something so he must! (right dear ;) LoL ) We're waiting on other people to make a decision so that we can do something ... which is something we don't do well, wait for other people's decisions that is. Greg has been keeping in touch with our NWHD rep and she's confident that we will be approved for the loan, but things happen and you never know. She estimated that we would find out in the next couple days so let's all keep our fingers crossed that she's right. We'll hear in the next couple days, and that we'll be approved!

My life IS Glamorous!

I spent the last weekend at my moms house with no kids! It was so nice to have a break from the everyday tantrums, whining, dishes, laundry, cooking, cleaning (which on Thursday, as far as I was concerned, that is what my life consisted of) Greg offered to stay home with the boys so I could have a break and spend time with my mom and dad. I left Friday afternoon and just got home today (Monday) about 230.

I always go to the branch with my mom (My dad serves as the ward clerk) when I go. The branch pres. loves the boys when I bring them so with or with out the boys, I go to the singles branch. S

We get to church and one of my HS friends walks in and sits in the back with her new hubby. I was Glad to see her but, lets face it, we weren't BEST friends so it's not like it was jumping up and down screaming to see that she was there. After sacrament as people flocked around her, I got up and went to Sunday school. My mom asked if I wanted to go say hi, and after looking and noticing that i would have to stand in line to do so, decided that it wasn't THAT important. Selfish? Maybe. We went to Sunday school, awesome lesson, and then relief society, awesome lesson, and then left for home. On they way home, after discussing it with my mother, I came to a realization.

I sat in sacrament meeting and listened to this old friend talk about her travels and her "glamorous" life with her hubby and couldn't help but feel insecure and think to my self "She's so lucky!! Once again she gets the fabulous life where she gets to travel the world and go places that I would love to see but most likely never will. I'm just a stay at home mom that wipes poopey butts, cleans up puke, gets drenched trying to get my 2 splashy kids clean at night, dishes, laundry, dishes, poopey butts, pukey floors, more laundry...and so on!" I sat there feeling insignificant and extremely insecure! Then my inner "You Rockness" kicked me in the butt and I was overwhelmed with this feeling of, WHO CARES!!!! Who cares if she travels the world. Who cares what she's doing. My life is glamorous! It's glamorous in a totally different way. While shes out going who knows where, I'm at home, with my kids. My 2 wonderful boys witnessing tiny miracles. Watching 2 little people learn and discover who they are, what they like, what they dislike, how to play with one another, learning and growing. I get to remind tiny spirits of who they are and where they come from. My Isaac, at 2, can count to 10 without assistance, he recently learned w.x.y.z of the alphabet. Our Gary just learned to crawl with his tummy off the floor, and now has 3 teeth with 1 more coming through. He pulls him self up and is getting braver about learning to walk. I have the privilege of comforting a crying baby simply by picking him up. I get to care for, love, and spend all day with children who love me and are perfectly happy spending all day at home playing with their mom and/or dad! It's not that her life isn't glamorous, or my life isn't glamorous! They are glamorous in totally different ways! So I've been trying to remember, my life is not one to compare to others. My life is just that, MINE!! It's only as glamorous as I make it. There's no getting away from poopy butts, spit up, dishes and laundry. I try to focus on the good in life, the teaching, the growing, the mini miracles.
I think we need to stop comparing our lives to that of others. So what if your house isn't as big as theirs. So what if you're not even in a house but so desperately want to be (me). If you have a roof, food, clothes and love, you've got it made!