5/15/2009

Take a look around "New stuff"

Hello and welcome to my world on the web.
Yea I'm at it again. Adding stuff here and there. And I'm not done, More to come int he following day.
Just trying to make it a little better. And frankly someplace I'd like to visit often. Then maybe you will to.
You've probably already noticed at the top of the blog body, is my blog navigational tool. To kinda help ya find things a little easier, since there is so much going on in here.
I've added a place for me to share my own little tips, tricks, organizational skills, space saving idea, and just fun little tidbits.
I've also started a poll, with more to come as time goes on. Then you can look at these from time to time and see what's liked the most? Who is using what? and good deal/bad deals.
More to come-- I'm gonna add links to all my favorite sites, and also where you can find me. And as I get more followers, maybe some challenges for you to do. To keep you on your toes.
And as usual I'll be showing you my work and explaining what and how I did it. As well as show off my family a little bit.

Photobucket

5/11/2009

A Gift 4 All the Women Not Just the MOMS

Hello and welcome to my world on the web.

I have a little gift for not only all the MOMS but all WOMEN. This has got to be one of the funnest things I have read in a very long time. One of the women at "PaperThreads" post it over there and I just had to share it with all of you.

Warning: TheCraftyTazz or it's alfilates can not be held liable for wet pants, passing out, hyperventilating, if you fall on the floor, or die from laughter.

**************************

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 someones 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!

This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!

*************************

Well I hope you enjoy reading this little story as much as I did. And the funnest thing is, it's all so true. How many of you have experienced this a time or two.

Photobucket

Just 2 of my GrandAngels