I Never Knew

I never knew that men have an unwritten code they must follow when using a public restroom. This new found knowledge made me laugh, really hard. During dinner with friends the conversation turned to the bathroom habits of the men and women.
MEN
-Always go to restroom alone.
-Always leave an empty stall or urinal between you and the next guy. If one isn't
available, leave the restroom and come back later.
-Never, absolutely never talk to other guys in the restroom.
-Under no circumstances do your eyes wander to your right or left while using a urinal.
-Guys don't wash their hands!! Amazingly yucky!






The
menfolk at the table asked why girls always go the the


bathroom in pairs. This is where the differences begin. You see, the girls have a juicy conversation going on and we are perfectly comfortable leaving the table together and talk, talk, talk all the way to the restroom

We count it a great event when we can use side by side stalls, it makes it easier to to "share a square" or two or three. The conversation even continues here, there are some thing that must be said.

While we wash our hands, and yes we always do, we talk about the ruggedly handsome men we are dining with. I'm comforted to know that my hands are clean and my date for the evening won't be exposed to any disease I picked up from the ladies' room.

My New Favorite Doctor

Have you ever felt like the world around you is spinning and you have no control over it? Because I occassionally feel this very annoying sensation my neurologist sent me to the ENT clinic. While sitting in the waiting room, like others I know and love, I glanced around and saw old white haired folks with hearing aids and beamed knowing that I can hear perfectly fine, I just have dizzy spells every now and then.

Soon my name was called and was ushered into an examining room where I waited for the doctor to waltz in. Ten minutes later in walks Dr. Oliver who explains that he will go over some information with me while we wait for Dr. Hashisaki to arrive. While he glances at the personal information form I filled out as a new patient he makes small talk.

"I see you had a cesarean section"

"Yes"

"How old is that child now?"

"She's 26"

"Really, wow, I would have guessed you to be only a few years older than that."

I laugh and thank him for the compliment as he flips pages in my file, I know he's looking for my birth date and he's having difficulty separating the pages so I help him out by saying "It's in there, I'll be 49 next month."

Dr. Oliver then says "you look like you're in your mid-thirties, you really do."

A few minutes later as he looked into my ears, nose and throat and listened to my heart and lungs he said "I'm not trying to be a cheesy guy, you do look like your are in your thirties."

This time I laughed and told him he's now my favorite doctor.

He finished the inquisition about my symptoms and excused himself to fetch Dr. H

Dr. H arrived and we talked about my "episodes" and he then explained that he would like to run some balance tests that will help determine if the dizzy episodes are rooted with any scarring in my brain from M.S. or if it's inner ear related. He explained each test will will try to induce dizziness. OMG, I don't want to feel dizzy, it's so horrible and makes me vomit.

What to do? What to do? I acquiesced under one condition, that my new favorite doctor be there to hold my hand throughout the tests.

It's Here Again

We won't see the grass until Easter rolls around this Spring. It's snowing again! There is already 16 inches on the ground from December, yeah.... 6 weeks ago and it's still here.

Now there is a huge blizzard coming our way with a promise for 20 inches of pure-white glorious mess on the ground. As I bemoan my current situation the lovely one-of-a-kind flakes are falling to the already frozen ground.

Please don't worry, we are prepared. We have food, satellite TV, gasoline in the cars, and too many board games to list. Of course we only have one snow shovel, guess who's gonna use that?

I'm off to make some whip up some warm goodies for the old man shoveling the driveway and front walk.

There has been a three-day pause in my writing and I'm just now completing this post. Here's the rest of our snow-filled adventures.

A few days ago after the 18" of snowfall Murray was calling each single sister in our ward to check on them and found a few who needed help shoveling their driveway. Before he left to lend a helping hand we received a call from our Bishop asking us if we could take in a young family in our ward whose home lost power. This was definitely something I did not want to do. Now, nothing against this young family, I don't know them but in my defense; they have a young toddler and I didn't want to play "hostess with the most-est". But I suddenly remembered a commitment I made to support the Bishop. I could think of ten thousand other places they could go but the Bishop didn't ask for suggestions.

Their home teacher (whose power was also out) brought them over and I put on my hostess smile. I quickly put on my thinking cap and came up with something for dinner because it was Super Bowl Sunday and we made plans to snack on goodies today and throughout the evening.

Sometime that night before the Super Bowl ended the power was restored to their neighborhood. They stayed until the next day and made their way back home. So now I have a question for you. When you are a guest do you clean up after yourself? Do you strip the dirty sheets off the bed and ask the hostess what she'd like you to do with them or leave the bed unmade? Would you fold up the blankets you cuddled under while watching the game neatly or leave them in piles on the couches? There's more I'm curious about but I'll stop there.

I think back to when we were young parents and imagine we still had some maturing to do. I hope we were polite guests and left our hostess with no added burden of cleaning up our mess. In support of our young guests, I'm sure they would have rather been in their own home around their own comforts and routine.

So tonight we are getting even more snow, 10" the experts tell us. Snow on top of snow. Best of all, my man of the hour is coming back in town just in time to don his boots and grab the shovel again.