My Dog Is a Capitalist, Except Her Money Is Treats

I mentioned before that I have random conversations with my dog, mostly because she at least looks at me while I’m talking. Well, lately, she’s been talking back. No, I haven’t finally lost my last sanity brain cell, I mean she’s found HER voice and has decided that she must use it. Loudly. At the sprinklers, a passing bird and other various things. I’ve been teaching her the Hush! command, which works…as long as there are treats available. No treats, no hush. And while I’ve gotten many of the basic commands through, like sit and lay down, she will only maintain them if she knows a treat is coming in the near future. If she even SUSPECTS that a treat isn’t coming, she’s likely to break command.
Now, most of the training books and places I’ve been use treats to “get the dogs attention” and say that after time passes, they will just automatically do the commands without the need for reward other than the “good girl” statement. My dog has learned that “good girl” translates to “I’m going to give you a treat”. Whenever I tell her “good girl”, she immediately sits at my feet and looks up at me expectantly. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except that when I don’t happen to have a treat on me, she then heavily sighs and either walks away (if she’s off leash) or refuses to move (if she’s on leash). Now, I can pick her up, and sometimes do, but I have to say that I obviously do not do well training smart dogs unless I have an unlimited supply of treats in my pocket. Which nowadays, I do. I think I’ve been trained…

Boys are stupid

Just sayin’.

Myths and misconceptions about public restrooms (especially at work)

I find it amazing how courtesy and common sense go out the window when it comes to using public restrooms. I’m mostly talking about the restroom at work, but I’ve noticed some of these trends in other venues as well.

1. The restroom is a great place for an impromptu meeting. This actually happens to me almost every day. I walk into our restroom to run into two or three women standing around talking about issues they’ve encountered from work or family life. I understand a quick chat while washing your hands or maybe even from stall to stall if it’s really important, but remember that other people do use the restroom for its intended use and walking through conversations and around people milling about chatting when needing to do your business or get to the sink to wash your hands is, well, awkward. I always feel like I’m intruding and if I feel that way, those speaking probably feel that way about my intrusion. Now, what was supposed to be a quick bio-break has become an awkward event. If you really need to catch up with someone you bumped into in the restroom, make an appointment and grab a conference room. Everyone will be happier.

2. The restroom is a quiet place for a personal phone call. I admit, sometimes at home, I do this to my sister. But that’s at home and with someone I’m really close to. When it comes to public places, I don’t need to know about your aunt Fannie’s hemorrhoids. In any language. I also wonder what the person on the other end of the phone makes of all the flushing and echoes they must hear. I have to admit, I sometimes flush extra when I know someone’s on the phone, just to hear how they explain all the noise. Do they admit they’re in a restroom?

3. Someone is paid to clean the restroom, so I don’t have to be as neat. Really? Ew. This is a facility used by many people, most of whom are at least slightly germ-a-phobic if not overly so. Other people do not need to pick up your empty feminine boxes or flush your seat covers because you can’t be bothered. I don’t want to look at the wad of toilet paper that you used to pick your nose and missed throwing it in the trash can. Please, make sure your trash is thrown away or flushed properly. And I do mean FLUSHED properly. Because really, ew. Do you want to see that?

Let me digress specifically to toilet seat covers. Personally, I don’t see the point. They are flimsy tissue paper that obviously has no ability to prevent anything as small as a germ getting through. Plus, if you’re sitting on the seat correctly, none of the parts that are known for catching disease will be touching anything that can transmit disease. The only thing they can do is keep your butt from coming in contact with the sweat or goo left behind from the person before you…said like that, I can almost understand it. But, I just wipe the seat with a small amount of toilet tissue to catch any stray drippings.

If you DO choose to use them and waste trees, PLEASE flush them and make sure they actually FLUSH. It’s rather disgusting to walk into a stall and see a used seat cover still on the seat. Let’s face it, if you don’t want your butt touching where someone else’s was, why would anyone else want to touch where YOUR butt has obviously been? (Yes, I know. Your butt is made of diamonds and gold and only excretes pearls of wisdom. Be serious.) Please, flush your seat cover.

4. Washing my hands is my business. Yes, it is. But your lack of washing your hands can become EVERYONE’s business if you happen to be coming down with a cold, the flu, any of the hepititises or a vast number of other sharable diseases. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time to be sick. I have too much to do. And with fewer and fewer people to do the same amount of work around the building, I have less and less time to be sick. Sometimes I’m so busy, I start trying to delegate to myself. Imagine if I get sick and behind. Please, help me be less insane and wash your hands.

5. Puddles on the counter mean people are washing their hands. Well, yes, and that’s a good thing. But I don’t know how many times I’ve put papers or my laptop or purse down on the counter to wash my hands only to have a huge wet spot on the item(s) when I’m finished. Or my favorite, when I lean against the counter and get a lovely big wet spot on my pants that makes it look as if I didn’t make it to the restroom on time. I know this is being a bit picky and likely a personal problem (especially about that whole wet pants thing), but can’t you use the paper towels that you just used to dry your hands to dry the counter as well? I swear it would save me a lot of embarrassment. Maybe others as well.

Welcome Xavi!

I haven’t put up too many posts lately, mostly because I’ve been busy. I’m working on the last bathroom in the new house, still working full time and to make life easier, I got a puppy. Yup. Smart, adorable puppy. Her name is Xavi and she’s half yorkie and half miniature cocker spaniel.

Building A Floor

Even though George tries his hardest to make sure there is no photographic evidence of all the work I’m doing on the house, he didn’t reckon on me borrowing Whisper’s cat cam for interval footage…

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Building a Floor, part 3

George, Oscar and Keith do get a big THANK YOU! for helping me get it done. And a special thank you to Phil, who showed us how and where to level the floor and kept me from making a HUGE mistake.

Lonely Existence

I cannot wait to be saved,
a damsel in distress.
For my bones would be bare,
my soul a complete undress.
I must learn to do,
whatever must be done,
and then my fate is mine alone,
I am the only one.

My House

Yup, it’s been awhile and I’ve been busy. My lastest venture is buying a townhouse in San Jose. It’s a three bedroom, fixer-upper with a nice large kitchen and the potential for a gas stove! Hooray!

My Kitchen with Retta

And it’s located right across from a big park, so the view is nice.

Living Room View

Wild West Dancer Cakes

Well, I’ve been busy and haven’t posted anything for a while, but thought these were worth mentioning. It’s my first real foray into cake decorating. My sister-in-law (who’s a FABULOUS cake decorator) sent me an Xtra Naughty Cakes book for Christmas and I’ve been trying to find a reason and the ambition to make one. So, I made several small ones for my friend Stacie’s birthday. She seemed both amused and vaguely offended. I call that a win!

Dancers Side View

This is one of my favorites.

An aerial view of all the wild west dancers.

This one was my favorite. I think it's the shoes and the bows.

You can see the entire time-consuming process here: Making Wild West Dancers. I learned a lot. =)


Sarah and I had a BLAST running around downtown San Jose as zombies. There were many other zombies at the free movie, but we left early to get drinks. We had a crew of about 10 or so fellow dead and shambled around. It was especially fun harassing the people eating in the restaurants. We would shuffle past the windows doing zombie things, chewing on each other’s arms, trying to eat their brains…


Arm Gnawing

Nailed Zombie

Addiction to Nerf

It all started with a fairly innocent purchase on Woot! Two USB rocket launchers for me and Joyce. Then, during the next Woot Off, we had to outfit the whole team. We were good. Fine. All happy.

Then Joyce brought in a spring loaded gun. Sarah and I retaliated with a shotgun (her) and dollar store, single shot dart guns.

Then my boss sends us this link:

And Nerf envy was all that colored us. We had to have better weaponry. We HAD to.

And I have to say, I find Nerf guns more fun than anything else I have in years. There’s nothing quite like running around the house or work giggling as you try to sneak up on people and shoot them, only to get shot yourself and then duck away, laughing. I can’t remember ever being so happy. I may need stock in Nerf!

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