Random Ramblings

I think there is a correlation between intelligence level and how blatantly obvious some dudes check out females. Here’s an example:




The typical congressman/congresswoman did not grow up with the internet. Therefore, they do not properly understand or know how to use the internet to its fullest potential. So why is it up to them to determine what rights we have as citizens to use said internet? In my opinion, it’s the same as letting a chimp teach a teenager how to drive a manual car.

Should those marines have pissed on those corpses? Umm, probably not. Am I going to sit here and condemn them for doing it? No, because luckily I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be in a war or had to witness what enemy foreign soldiers have done to the corpses of my comrades. You never know, they could’ve had a very good reason for doing it. (Sorry, this was brought up again this morning).

Getting married is expensive…..we’ve had to tighten our purse strings. Just because I can’t go out and spend money on the same silly things I did a couple months ago doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hang out. The past few weeks have really made me realize what it must be like once you have your first child.

Has someone backed sprints as the new go-to exercise? Like, have sprints been a hit on some reality tv show? Have they been endorsed by some new workout regimen? Just wondering, because on both Monday and Wednesday of this week, I’ve had someone get on the treadmill next to mine and do sprints. This was two separate incidences at two different gyms. These people could have been trying to do intervals (which I have heard endorsed) but their routine was quite confusing. It went something like this:

1) Step on treadmill, start running at a fast pace without any kind of warm up.
2) Speed up treadmill and run really fast for 30-60 seconds.
3) Don’t slow treadmill, stand with feet on sides of treadmill straddling the belt, bend forward with hands on knees and pant heavily for 1-2 minutes.
4) Hop back on treadmill at ridiculous speed. Repeat steps 2-3.

I was concerned for the well being of both these people during the bent over panting step. WTF is going on?

It’s very awkward having rotational grad students in the lab. I feel the need to keep them entertained, which kinda sucks when you have to teach every little thing. That and I feel like they judge my laziness.

I would love to wake up at 7 am everyday and be home by 5:30 pm. If I hear one more person complain about having to wake up at 7, I’m going to need my own soapbox. I get up at 5 am to work out and get everything else done before getting to work at 8-8:30. I usually don’t get home until 6:30 pm. Count your blessings…it could be worse…and you could have a child that wakes you up even earlier.

For awhile, I thought it would be cool to see how many friends I could get on facebook. Recently, I’ve started deleting people based on retarded posts. I’ve decided that I’d rather not be associated with stupidity. For example, I had to delete a girl in December that posted a false news article (haha, if I say that fast enough it sounds like Fox news article) stating that Obama banned Christmas trees at the Whitehouse. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet folks!

This concludes today’s ramblings.

Bad Day

I had a bad day. It wasn't that anything extremely terrible happened, or that any one particular person was an ass to me. It was just one of those days. You know, where you end up having to wait to walk the dogs because it starts pouring rain. Then you're already running late for work just to re-discover that you don't have enough gas to get to work. When you finally do arrive to work your boss is sitting right there noting that you're an hour late. Then you drop your birth control pill into your purse and end up having to dump every single thing out to find it, cause we don't want no babies! Then your boss keeps annoying you about the grad students and what you have planned for them to do all day (seriously, calm the eff down, I got this). Then thanks to an illy (wait is that a word?) timed fire drill and your boss interrupting you several more times you discover that you only accomplished one thing today. Just to end the day with pouring rain on the way home (thanks to the drought people in Texas have forgotten what that liquid substance is and are terrified of it when in a vehicle) and getting behind someone on that last stretch of road doing 30 in a 55 mph zone.

It's ok though. I got a kiss from Ben and picked up two forties of Olde English and two scratch off tickets on the way home. With a few more kisses and some more cuteness from the dogs, these worries will melt away.

New Year, Same Old Bathroom

Yay, it's 2012! So many exciting things are happening this year! For instance, getting to marry my best friend =) I didn't really make any resolutions this year....but I'll try to blog a little more frequently. That being said...first post of the new year:

Sometime last year I blogged about the bathroom we use at work. Some of those problems have been taken care of (haven't really noticed the smell creeping out of the drain lately), but one thing in particular has really started to grate my nerves. The handicap button on the door.

Now, let me go ahead and give a disclaimer. If you are a dude and hold the bizarre belief that girls never fart or take a dump then you should stop reading (and you should probs stop being my friend). I mean, come on, everybody poops.

For those of you who are still with me, we have a handicap accessible bathroom. Which is totally fabulous, I'm all for equal opportunity. However, we seldom get handicap people in our building, in particular, using the bathroom on the third floor which requires two separate card swipes to be accessed. All of the contempt I hold is for the women that work on said floor.

Anyway, there's this handicap accessible button on both the outside and inside of the bathroom. Meaning, when that button is pushed, the door opens on its own and stays open for a few seconds before slowly shutting. A few times I have ran into this scenerio:

Me thinking to myself (as I clench and make my way to the bathroom): Wow, I really shouldn't have tested out my lactose intolerance by drinking that glass of milk with breakfast this morning. Great, boss is standing in hallway having a scientific discussion with two other people. I hope they're almost done and don't notice how long I'm about to be in here. Crap, someone is at the sink, they should be making their way out soon though. Yay, I made it to the stall, now only clench it together until this person leaves.

AND THAT ASSHOLE PUSHES THE HANDICAP BUTTON!

Me sweating: Oh God, my gut won't let me hold this together any longer....

Then all hell breaks loose and I can only hope that the conversation in the hallway had ended and people were no longer standing there.

I don't understand the thrill of using the button. While using it from the inside of the bathroom, it's just as dirty as if you had pushed the door with your hand. Is there something wrong with these people's arms? Are they just that lazy? Is the door too heavy for them and it causes them physical pain to open it? Regardless, it annoys me that several times a week, the hallway is subjected to whatever I've got going on in the bathroom.