Monday, February 27, 2006

no prize for you!

for quite awhile now, written on the top of this blog was: "Thought I'd change this. There will be a prize for the first person who notices this."

well, apparently no one checks that out anymore. So, no one wins.

The only reason i am posting this now is to cover up the fact that i have writers block. (or bloggers block?) i really cannot come up with any questions.

Any suggestions?

Friday, February 24, 2006

think, think, think

I just could not think of a question for this post!!! it was so frustrating. So, in a very "winnie-the-pooh" -like fashion, i tapped my forehead and said "think think think!"

and then i got my question.

When i was in college in South Carolina, i had two friends with whom i was inseperable. We had a blast together. For spring break, we decided to go to Florida. While shopping at the Disney store, i saw something i just HAD to have. (hehe) It was a pack of winnie the pooh underwear. And the one said: "think think think" all over it.


So, my question to you is: what is (or was) your favorite pair of unerwear? What made it special?

[okay, i know that this topic is a bit odd. So, i ask you to just remember that here at "Just a Quick Question" we like to keep things 'appropriate.' So, try not to say anything that we may not appreciate. THANKS!]

Sunday, February 19, 2006

a massive apology

There's one rule that people really should abide by when visiting someone's house: never never never never never NEVER look in their cabinets. Obviously, if something is hidden it isnt meant to be seen. Really, do you really want to snoop just to find feminine hygene products? or toilet bowl cleaner? or whatever the heck else?

so, first of all: come clean! are you the kind of person who snoops?

regardless of whether you do in real life or not: say you did check, and to your HORROR everything came crashing out. a huge mess is everywhere, and you even managed to shatter a glass.

how do you even begin to apologize?

[side note: abby and i would also both like to extend an apology for not "getting around" as often. We try blog surfing, but things have been a bit busy lately. especially for abby-- her kindergarten class has a school assembly coming up and there is TONS of preparation needed to go into that.]

Friday, February 17, 2006

Back To The Business At Hand

I hope yall enjoyed your brief vacation with V-day posts. Now it's back to pooh. Yay!

Genre: Bathrooms

Topic: Public restrooms at restaurants.

Main Point: Every time I go to a restaurant, or fast-food even, I can't help but judge the place based solely on the bathrooms.

Details: It is my firm belief that you can tell how clean a place is based on the potty room. If the bathroom is sparkling clean, sweet smelling, and fully supplied with soap, you KNOW the whole restaurant is going to be clean. The kitchen, the dinning room, everything! It always puts me at ease to see a clean potty. Conversely, if the room is dirty, nasty, stinky, no soap, etc. you can pretty much guarantee the whole place is a wreck.

Related, but not-so-important, story: I had a former employer who I once shared these views with. He in turn replied that he felt the same way. But he took it to an extreme. Upon first entering any food place, he would first go to the bathrooms. If they were "unacceptable," he and his family would leave and go elsewhere to eat. Me, I don't take it that far... But more power to him for being semi-psycho.

Question: So, do you agree or disagree? Have you even ever thought about it? If you agree, to what extent?

Pathetic begging: Please, please, please share your views!

Kissing booty: Thank you! Much love!

The annoying PS: ps Hope you enjoyed the unique format. If you hated it, don't worry. I won't be doing it again!

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Another Valentine's Day Question

So, i was out and about yesterday. And guess where i went?

I went to Intercourse. It's a quaint little town in Lancaster County. Its just a hop-skip-and-a-jump away from Paradise. (Nowhere near Virginville though.)

Whats the oddest town name that you've ever heard of?

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Heart Of My Heart

(This post is in honor of sdit, how requested a V-day question. Don't worry, we'll be back to bathrooms soon!)

So, on my way driving to work this morning, guess who I saw?! CLARENCE! I love that guy... errr, that car. Best car in the world.

But I digress....

Share your best and/or worst V-day story.

I have never had a good V-day. Only twice have I been in a relationship w/ a guy on this particularly special day. Both times, the guys did absolutley NOTHING for me! Jerks!

The one guy is THE definition of "scrub." We were together for over a year, and in that time, I paid for EVERY SINGLE DATE we ever went on. Grrr... So on V-day, he didn't do jack-squat. Not even a card. I was so pissed. Yet I stayed with him for another 8 months. What was I smoking?

The second guy was a great guy (or so I thought). We were dating long distance- me in Pennsylvania, him in Alabama. For the month before V-day, I would buy him all these cute things. Each time I bought something, I'd tell him, "I got you the cutest thing! I can't wait til you get it!" Then when I mailed it a week before V-day, I told him it was on its way. V-day came, and NOTHING! He called that night to chat, and he couldn't figure out why I was mad. When I asked him why he didn't get me anything, he said he forgot about it. MY BUTT he forgot! Boy was lazy! Well, the next week he sent me 5 dozen roses. First- I hate getting flowers as gifts. They are too expensive and die in a week (or less). Second- the damage was already done. We broke up a few weeks later.

So, tell me your good, bad, happy, and sad stories.

Monday, February 13, 2006


No school today! Awesome! Becky is over at my house visiting... she came over yesterday... So we get to spend the day together!

Over the weekend, we got over a foot of snow... I think it was close to 16 inches. The streets were plowed pretty well... But now we are facing a lot of ice. It is currently 18 degrees outside, with a windchill of 6 degrees! So it's pretty dangerous to be out driving. I'm more relieved about not having to drive than freedom from teaching. (Does that make sense?) Especially since it's an hour drive. Scary!

So anyways, it's 5:30 now. I'm fixin' to go back to bed. (That "fixin' " is for you, Linny! I picked up the saying when I was living in Georgia.) I got up at 4:30 to keep an eye on school cancelations. Of course my school waited until 5:00 to announce it was closed. As of last night 11:00, there had been 312 schools already closed. Ah well. My bed is calling my name.

So I'll leave you with this ?

What kind of hand soap do you prefer to wash your hands with?
  • A bar of soap- you're an old-fashioned kind of guy/gal.
  • Liquid soap, the gel kind- you like the slimy feel of it.
  • Liquid soap, the creamy kind- it makes your hands to smooth!
  • The kind of soap that when you pump it, it comes out already foamed- laziness becomes you.
Me... I prefer the creamy kind of soap. That pre-foamed stuff kinda freaks me out. How does it work, anyway?

Bonus: Who came up with the concept of soap, anyways?

PS... Becky and I just got back from the mall... and guess what we bought? HAND SOAP!

Friday, February 10, 2006

Over, Under, or Any Way You Like It

Ah, now we come to a touchy subject. Over or Under? Still confused? Let me elaborate.

At your place of residence, do you have the free end of your toilet paper roll hanging over the front of under the back? Some people, dare I say MOST people, are very anal about this! (hehe! Get it? Anal!) I am by far an OVER kind of girl. I am a bit OCD, and there was a time when, if I was at another persons house and they had the TP under, I would switch it to be over. I don't do that anymore.

So, how about you? Over or Under? And share why you have this opinion. I know why I have it over. It is SOOO much easier. Under just seems too difficult to me. I am baffled at why anyone would want it under. I came across this, which helped to explain the Under mindset:

When I am queen. When I am queen, I shall decree that all rolls of toilet paper be correctly inserted into the toilet paper dispensers. Correctly? You have all been improperly instructed to place your toilet paper with the "tongue" facing outward. This is incorrect. Why? It's ugly. Please view the illustration [on the right]. Isn't the arrangement on the right far more aesthetically pleasing than that on the left? But what about ease of use you ask? I don't give a rat's a** about ease of use. I want the world to be a more beautiful place, and I'm going to start with your toilet paper. Thank you.
Words in [ ] and ** are mine, and not from the original quote.

Ok, so I'll give this chick credit for the whole "aesthetic" thing. The under does look nicer. But I care more about ease.

Freaky Friday

So I took this quiz online. You know, one of those silly blog quizes that you can post the result on your blog. It asked a bunch of ?s and would tell you the age you act. Well, here's the result:

You Are 24 Years Old

You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

The freaky thing is... I AM 24!

Funny story: A few weeks ago, for the life of me, I couldn't remember how old I was! I can't keep track of these things. After 21, I just lost track. So I had to check my blogger profile to see I was 24!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Guilty as Charged

Dont you just hate it when you walk into a public restroom and the toilet you go to use is-- well, nasty? TP everywhere, pee everywhere, and a nice little "present" waiting for you. GROSS!

How can those people be so inconsiderate?

Well, what if YOU are the culprit? You eat at taco bell for lunch, and a half hour later, YOU NEED A BATHROOM! You race to the nearest public restroom, and unfortunately, you clog the toilet.

So-- what do you do?

[Just FYI: this does NOT come from personal experience!!! and abby-- if you use your 'administrative skills' to change it to THIS DOES COME from personal experience-- i'll kill you!!!]

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Must Have Coffee!

Ah, the morning! For some it's great... For others (like me), it is the worst part of the day! I'll hit the snooze button on my clock for forever. Last Saturday, I hit the snooze for 3 hours! Most work days, I'll hit the snooze for 20 minutes... and the alarm goes off every minute!

But back to the main point! What is your typical morning bathroom routine? Me- I tinkle, wash the hands, brush the teeth, floss, and then shower. Oh, and I drink massive amounts of coffee!

What do you do in the a.m. and in what order?

[sidenote: in order to see the graphics of the pict, click on it for the full view-- sorry for that!]

Monday, February 06, 2006

A Tale of a Lonely TP Roll

And yet again, here comes another question that you probably never ever thought about. Only me... Well, it's a good thing I do. It makes interesting posts. Let's get some good discussion going on over this one!

When you go to the potty in a public restroom and there are two rolls of toilet paper to choose from, which one do you take from?

* The closest one- It's the laziness in you.
* The furthest one- The extra stretching gives you a good abdominal workout.
* The one that's the emptiest (Is that a word? Bah- you know what I mean!)- The sooner it's empty, the sooner the custodian can replace it. The evil part of you wants to make that sucker work hard!
* The one that's the fullest- You don't want one to empty too much before the other one. The leftover one would feel lonely and depressed before it got its new companion. And by then, it would be low and soon be replaced, and the first replacement would then be lonely. It's all so sad!

Again- you may have never thought about it... But I am positive you have a set routine without even realizing it.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Who Would Have Thought...

So, what's your hand washing ritual? I know you may never have thought about it before. Who would? Anyways, think about it now. I'm sure you DO have a ritual even though you never knew it.

Let's go under the setting of a public bathroom. So, do you:

  • Rinse, get soap, suds up, rinse, use two paper towels to dry.
  • Rinse, get soap, suds up, rinse, shake your hands til they're dry.
  • Get soap, suds up, rinse, use the air-blowing hand drying thing.
  • Get soap, suds up, rinse, use 10 paper towels to dry.
  • Get soap, suds up, rinse, get more soap, suds up, rinse, shake your hands til they're dry.
  • Rinse, use your shirt to dry your hands.
  • Get out the Hand Sanitizer that you carry in your purse and use that.
  • You don't wash your hands- It's your little way of rebeling against society.

Am I wierd that I think about these things? As this series goes on, you'll think I'm wierder and wierder when you see all the bathroom things that I think about. Ah well. That's me! Love me or leave me.

Bonus question: Do you wash your hands when you're at your house? For some reason, that makes a difference to some people.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Oh Crap!

So, I've decided to start a mini-series for the next several posts. It's about bathrooms! It'll be fun! And hopefully not stinky.
To start it off, I have a quite lengthy story to share. I'd received this via email maybe 2 years ago, but I never deleted it. It's hillarious! No question today. Just enjoy the story!

My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then she'd demonstrate “The Stance” which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes.

That was a long time ago. Even now, in my more “mature Years”, “The Stance” is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full. When you have to go in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Victoria's Secret underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for feet under the stall doors Every one 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 dispenser for the new fangled seat covers (invented by someone's 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 hang 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” Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs 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” as your thighs experience a quake that would registeran eight on the Richter scale. To take your mind off of your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser;your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, “Honey, if you would have 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 That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door 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 say loudly, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat.

You bolt up quickly, 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 ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that 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, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China.

At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, 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 on your pants and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile.

One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, “Here, you might need this.”

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?” He looks flabbergasted when you say “Shut Up!”

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (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 question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex under the door.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Happy New Year???

Right after the New Year, I was listening to the radio and a guy said something quite amusing. He said that he never started his New Year's Resolutions until February 1st. He said to start January 1st is to gaurantee failure. There's too much of a negative view on New Year's Resolutions.

So, I'm starting my resolutions today. They are:
1) To lose weight. It's much needed!
2) To go to church every Sunday. I've been too lazy to go lately. I sleep in til noon usually. I want to change that.

So, what were your New Year's Resolutions? Did they last, or fail already? Make some February 1st resolutions, and share what they are.