Misc. Rant o' the Day

The ladies room here at work has this air freshener thing that sprays out a burst of "freshness" at some interval that I cannot determine (it seems to be almost directly related with me opening the door, or going to wash my hands at the sink right below it). For the longest time I assumed that someone on my floor wore some kind of strange fruit-smelling lotion, or put on said fruit-smelling lotion while in the bathroom. When I switched to nights, same smell, and I discovered the strange freshener apparatus on the wall about a foot from the ceiling, right by the bathroom door.

The scent that this thing puts out is odd- it reminds me of some kind of melon, but with a sickening artificial edge. For those of you who might remember a weird melon-cucumber lotion that Victoria's Secret had in it's line around 1994 or so, it's that, but more melon-y. With all that setup, here's my gripe:

That bathroom always smells like someone pooped in a half-a-cantaloupe.

Computers - URGH!

So I had this great piece all typed up about how Kip, Meg and I had dinner with a great friend last night, and how Megan was just cute as a button about this couple and their teeny 4-month old baby boy, when for no reason whatsoever, IE just randomly closed about 5 of my 12 open windows, and now it is lost forever.

Let me end my technology rant and just say Megan was just super-cute. She was draped over the back of our booth, making shadows for the baby to look at while he pigged-out on his bottle. She asked the woman questions like, "How old is your baby?" and told her "You have a sweet baby." It really was priceless. It was also endearing to see how wonderfully patient this woman, a total and complete stranger, was with Megan.

Love is in the air...

There is this disgusting yellow film covering EVERYTHING in Houston. I believe it is 99.9% oak pollen, and it basically feels like sand in your eyes, nose and lungs. No ammount of allergy eye drops squirted into your eyes will kill it, and shoveling fist-fulls of Claritin, Benadryl, etc. into your face only seems to dull the effects a bit.

I think the most revolting experience of this spring tree love-fest was seeing the pollen film collected like oily yellow paint on the tops of the rain collected in the ditches in our neighborhood last week. It was disgusting, and all I could think was, "Dear sweet, tender and juicy baby Jeehosephat- I have been breathing this until now!"