Dude, get out of the bathroom.

So my last post, looks like I posted it in 2009, was about the new bathrooms at my office and how I couldn't quite figure out how the paper towel dispenser worked. Well I'm here to tell you the mystery will not be solved on my watch. Apparently, the dispenser wasn't a hit, so we changed over to these:

The old new dispenser was cast aside like the old one that was replaced just a week ago.

I was told that this next picture is the definition of irony. First, a close up.

Now, the irony.

I promise, this is my last post about the shitter.

Can you spare a square?

Our office recently updated and remodled our bathrooms. They are really nice, but I have a few questions.

1. Why is the toilet paper roll so far away from the toilet?

Most people are going to have to get up, just to get some paper. Seems like there should be a stud a bit closer to attach this to.

2. This is our new paper towel dispenser. I'm not sure if you can see it or not, but there are actually 2 places for the paper to come out, but only one button to push to get it out.

If it alternates, depending on the weight it detects, won't they both run out at the same time? Does one side go completely out before the other side kicks in? We will see.

I was reading an article about a marlin that "attacked" a boat. The problem with this is, the marlin was being caught by a person on the boat, so they are pulling the fish to the boat. Now they act like it's some big surprise that the fish came to the boat. Isn't it animal instinct to either flee or fight, and since it's flee was being taken away, it "attacked?" I guess I'm not surprised, but I don't fish, so maybe all the beer they drank before hooking this clouded their brain. Here is a shot of it.


In case you missed it, here are a few shots of the loading dock at my office last week. It flooded 3 days in a row, the last was the worst.

This is our parking lot.

That's our Fair.

I went to see MercyMe and the Newsboys the other night in concert at the Iowa State Fair. I’m really please that the fair continues to bring in Christian acts and love to see that they are well attended. I hope they continue to bring them in. We got to the fair a little early so I could check out the photography that is in one of the buildings. A friend of mine had submitted a few shots and I wanted to see them in a “art show” format with a bunch of other photos. She is very talented and actually sells her stuff on the Internet, here. My favorite picture is Morning Glory Bee, check that one out. She also has pictures hanging in the WDM library, so I check them out whenever I go. Anyway, I saw two of her shots, one won Honorable Mention, so that was cool. I was amazed at some of the youth photos and art, I hope their parents are encouraging them because there was some really cool stuff. The best thing about the fair is people watching, which we were able to do as I ate my $5.00 walking taco that had $1.50 worth of ingredients, at best. The girl asked me what I wanted on it, and since it was $5.00 no matter what, I said to put it all on. A second girl brought it over, which the order taker girl looked at it and told her to put jalapenos on it as well. I guess the second girl thought she said “Put ALL of our jalapenos on it” because I got a Doritos bag full of peppers. I didn’t notice it until I got to my people viewing spot and sat down to eat. I LOVE jalapenos, but this was too much, even for me, so I had a small pile at one end of the bag when I was done. I hope everyone knows what a walking taco is, or I’ve just confused you with my Doritos talk. I could have been a salesman for walking tacos that night, because everyone that walked by said, “Ooh, walking taco.” Back to people watching. My favorite game is, “What were they thinking when they chose their outfit for the day?” Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for being who you are, but a bit of modesty or intelligence, ok. For example, I’m way past my 155 pound days, I’m in the 220 pound days, which means that no shirt, no service, no appetite. I’m well aware that I no longer have the body to walk around in public with either no shirt or very little shirt. No, my wardrobe now consists of shirts that are long enough to cover my gut, and, I wear a belt that keeps my pants up high enough so you can’t see my underwear, or worse, my ass crack. This brain cell has been lost on a number of my fellow Iowans. The 20 something girls with their bellies, live it up girls, show it off, cause it won’t last. But the 30 something and even 40 something ladies, let’s try to keep the gut covered, with a second shirt if you have to. I know it’s hot, but if it is so hot for you that you can’t keep your clothes on, perhaps you should stay home today. Now, if you have the belly to show, think about whether others even WANT to see it. Another thing. If your breasts are double D’s, perhaps a bathing suit top, short shorts and flip-flops isn’t the best outfit for a family event. I’m not a prude, in fact these are the subjects of my favorite time at the fair, just think you might want to tone it down a bit in a family setting. On top of that, there are a lot of drunks there and you are setting yourself up for some cat calls, but perhaps that is the goal. I know those Luggs boots, I think that is what they are called, are popular, but they look like they would be really hot on a 110 degree day. I saw a bunch of teenage girls wearing them out there, made my feet sweat just looking at them. (Man, that sounds bad out of context) Don’t think I’m just picking on the ladies, the dudes had a lot to be desired as well. There were several guys with no shirt on. I’m not offended by a shirtless guy, but a shirtless sweaty guy walking in a crowd is worse, to me, than a shirted sweaty guy walking through that same crowd. You get too close and you got sweaty guy sweat all over you and that ain’t good at any time, let alone while you’re trying to eat a walking jalapeno taco. I mentioned that I wear a belt, which a lot of the guys at the fair do as well, but the gut causes the belt to be completely ineffective. My understanding is, that a belt is supposed to hold your pants up, but 98% of the large guys wearing belts are also showing 98% of their ass. I’d rather see a 40 year old belly, than a 50 year old crack. Maybe it’s just me. My boss had called me and told me he saw a picture of me at the fair. I instantly wondered if it was in one of the barns, but he said it was in the Varied Industries building in a booth for Blessman Ministries, the organization I went to South Africa with. Since we were there early, Marcy and I headed over and found the booth. We were looking at the pictures when a guy who was manning the booth came over and asked if we knew someone in the photo. Little bit. We were fortunate to be in the booth when Doc Blessman and his wife, Beth, came by. He told us about the next project and how they were going to try and use the bricks I've talked about before. The machine that makes the bricks was outside, so we were able to see that as well. It was really cool, I wish I could go to help them with the building, but I think a trip of that size is a bit out of my price range at this point. It would be cool to be on the first crew that built the Abods and the first crew to build with the bricks. Maybe I start playing the lottery.

Welcome back

No, this isn't a tribute to the show Welcome Back Cotter, which I was a huge fan of back in the day. I recently saw the show again and laughed exactly zero times, so I'm not sure what I saw in it all those years ago. The thing I remember the most is an episode in which Vinny Barberino, played by Mr. John Travolta, was trying to get his friend Freddy "Boom Boom" Washington off drugs. He pretended to take drugs and wanted more, so he kept saying "Gimme drugs, Gimme drugs." It was by far the worst acting I had ever seen, and it now makes me laugh because I love John Travolta so much. No, this Welcome Back refers to us being back in the hospital. It seems that Marcy just can't get enough of tubes up her nose and jammed in her arm, so we are back. This time, we are in a brand new hospital located in the actual town we live in, so no need to bother with that 15 minute drive to the down town hospital. It wasn't a bad drive, I'm obviously kidding, but this new hospital means I have a few minute drive to get home to take care of what ever I need to. I must say, this place is amazing. The lobby looks more like a fancy hotel than a hospital. They have a coffee bar as soon as you walk in, but it looks like a bar in a fancy hotel, and I don't mean coffee. A few things are the same. They tell Marcy over and over again to get some rest, then come in every 5 minutes and wake her to see if she needs anything. I don't think I will ever understand that. The room is bigger than the ones down town and the couch is a lot longer than the ones in previous rooms. It isn't any more comfortable, in fact less comfortable, if you can believe it, but at least I can be uncomfortable with my legs fully extended. It also isn't very wide, which I am, so if I lay on my back, one shoulder touches the back cushion and the other hangs off the butt cushion. They have a flat screen TV and a DVD player, so at least there is a little entertainment during daytime TV. The elevator has a dark wood in it, but it smells like cedar. When your hospital is fancier than your house, you start to think about moving in permanently. I took this picture of the toilet, which has a unique design. I'm sure it is to hold the "hats" that catch all out put, if you have to have that measured, but to me it looks like a guys head. Do you see it?


I thought about putting something in the toilet, then make no mention of it to see what comments I got, but that was even a little too gross for me, so I skipped it. Your welcome.