My sister's blog

It's amazing how similar my sister and I are even though we are .... years apart. I ... because it is more than five and anything more than 5 doesn't need to be written.

Today she blogged about women using the restroom. More specifically, she blogged about how stupid women act when they poop in a public restroom. I have been wanting to blog about this same topic and today I will.

Stephanie and I work at the same organization, which happens to be a Christian university. I don't know if these women had fear and shame instilled in them as children when they were pooping. I once entered a three stall bathroom and waited for what felt like an eternity for one of the three women to give up on her dream of a private bowel movement and vacate her stall.

I swear that if I could find 3 used copies of "Every Poops" I would tape them to the wall of each of the bathrooms I most frequently use.

*Interrupt rant--Something is wrong with this "t" button. It is making an extremely loud popping noise and is difficult to use. I tried avoiding words with "t," but that's just impossible.

*Back to rant --If you have to poop, please poop. Don't wait until others have left. Just remember that sometimes a courtesy flush is appropriate.

Internal Arguments: I

The other day I was in Wal-mart with my two-year old daughter, Finleigh. We walked past the bubble bath and stopped to pick up some Mr. Bubble on the way to the super-convenient toddler microwavable lunches. Taking this route in the Old Forest Wal-mart made us go directly past the row of femine hygiene products. Good thing too since I forgot to put tampons on the shopping list.

So I'm standing there looking at the Tampax options and I wonder aloud, "What's the environmental impact of plastic applicators?" Hey -- I am all about reducing my carbon footprint. I then stood there for at least 5 minutes fighting with myself over whether I should buy plastic applicators or cardboard applicators which are flushable and biodegradable. It looked like it was cheaper to buy the plastic over the cardboard which further lead to internal distress. After closer inspection, I realized that I was getting ten more cardboard than plastic for $0.50 more. Internal conflict resolved.

BUT---you guys remember in AI when Haley Joel Osmund and the teddy bear get frozen in the helecopter? The aliens find them and use the hair that teddy took from Haley's "mother" and they clone her for a day. I'm convinced that one day aliens will visit Earth and it will be void of human life because we have depleted the natural resources. The aliens will then use the biological materials left on non-biodegradable feminine hygiene products to clone human females. That's gross.

I've decided that I took the time to set up this blog 2 years ago and it's time to revisit it. I hate wasting time.

So--autoschediasm (noun) is defined as something that is improvised or extemporized. Extemporized is defined (1 of 3) as to do or manage in a makeshift way. Take off the "m" and add "tic" and you make this noun an adjective. Adjectives are words that modify nouns. Do I need to define modify for you? Autoschediastic should pretty much tell you what you'll find in this blog.

Don't expect any real schedule of posting. To expect that means that you don't understand autoschediasm---even with my stellar definition.