What Am I Thankful For? (Katie)

What I’m thankful for:

10. Facebook. How else would I get to keep up on all of my gossip?

9. Christmas, and not because I get really cool things (even though I love all my presents mommy). Its because finals are over and the semester is done!

8. I don’t have to deal with the people that comment on those Yahoo! articles on a daily bases. If I don’t want to hear what they have to say, I just don’t read their comment.

7. I am not working retail. 2 years ago I had to get up at 2 am so that I could be at work by 3 am so that people could come running through the doors at 4 am to buy whole bunches of stuff that they probably don’t need, is really terrible quality, and really isn’t on that big of a sale. How do I know its not that big of a sale? Well, 3 days ago I rang it up for either the same price or less, therefore, you got screwed out of a good day of sleep and you screwed me out of one too. Thanks. Now I get to choose if I want to get up or not.

6. Mountain dew goes on rollback, a lot. Thanks Walmart!

5. There are a ton of ways to cook really good chicken and about 2 ways to screw it up. The odds are in my favor for a really good meal.

4. My puppies. My world would be a lot less interesting without them. I love them to death and they love me unconditionally. All they want from you is a good belly rub and to play fetch. That’s really not too much to ask for is it? I think not!

3. My friends. Without my friends, my classes would be so boring. I’d have no one to make fun of the professor with or roll our eyes at that one person who just won’t shut up.

2. Brandon. He carries massive amounts of groceries and clothes all the time for me, he chases off trespassers, he can carry my TV up and down the stairs by himself, he can reach the stuff on the top shelf, he will go shopping with me and he will cook with me. Even better than cooking with me, he’ll help me with the dishes after.

1. My family. As I write this, my younger sister is doing the whole nod off to sleep and then snap your neck back into place thing. Super entertaining. That describes them all actually: super entertaining. I can count on them to say or do something ridiculously stupid to make me laugh even after I fail that test I should have aced. Whether its my dad walking around in happy feet, my little sister doing odd things in her sleep, or my mom snoring in weird patterns, they’re still family, and I guess I still have to claim them.

-Katie

Bathrooms (Katie)

Who in the hell designs bathrooms because that person and I need to have a talk. You go to a hockey game, football game, basketball game and where are the lines really bad? The concessions and the women’s bathrooms. I’ve said it once and I will say it a million times: women’s bathrooms need to be AT LEAST twice as large as men’s bathrooms. I’ve lost all the guys at this point because they’ve never had to stand in a line of 50 women who all have to pee so badly we’re willing to kill for the next empty stall. There is NEVER a line for the men’s bathroom, and then you finally make your way through a line of 50 women, a toilet seat with piss on it, no toilet paper, and no paper towels to dry your hands with, you walk out of the bathroom and what is the first thing your significant other says to you? “What the hell took so long?” They will never understand. Not only that, but how about those poorly designed stalls? Those ones where you sit down to pee and then you don’t have room to get toilet paper without hitting your elbows or the ones where you sit down and realize there’s no way in hell you’re reaching the toilet paper without standing up. For the guys that I’ve lost here, think about it like an ATM: you pull up and you can’t get your money without opening your door and getting out. Now transfer that thought to the bathroom.

All those women think that since they waited their turn in line they can take an hour in the stall. WRONG. I don’t know about the rest of you but it just pisses me off when I wait, finally get to go pee and the person that was 2 people in front of me in line gets to the sink the same time as I do. Now I understand that sometimes you take longer in the bathroom than others but people should really learn to either shit or get off the pot. Literally.

Story time. My mom went into the bathroom at Wendy’s and saw the toilet against the wall, no stall around it. So she went to lock the bathroom door and when she turned around she saw a stall with another toilet in it. So she went into the stall. Now think about the abundance of ways that this could go wrong. Immediately after making her decision to go into the stall she had a horrifying thought that if someone else came in and used the toilet outside, she would be stuck in that stall until they left. How terrible would that be?

I’ll leave you with that thought. If any of you grow up to be building designers, think about all of this ok?

-Katie