tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post5916154494221465727..comments2023-09-27T04:45:05.778-07:00Comments on Remarks from Sparks: MIND YOUR PEES AND POOSMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993427346019681523noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-62995385372880468572009-10-07T18:46:44.827-07:002009-10-07T18:46:44.827-07:00It also drives me crazy when movies make an effort...It also drives me crazy when movies make an effort to get you to laugh at flatulence,from both ends. What? You want me to laugh. PUH-leeez.Jenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11595926461022013887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-50168661306680567632009-10-06T22:23:24.892-07:002009-10-06T22:23:24.892-07:00meg, I was serious-- it works in at least 3 dimens...meg, I was serious-- it works in at least 3 dimensions:<br />-liquids and solids<br />-letters and numbers<br />-eating and voiding<br /><br />BTW-- when my wife and I were first married she preferred to use the bathroom at her mom's house as our little apartment was too "intimate" [ and farther from campus ].tom lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06345089521948145924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-50381235187260535922009-10-06T20:48:07.103-07:002009-10-06T20:48:07.103-07:00lars, in doing some research for a drug-testing po...lars, in doing some research for a drug-testing policy at work, there was a whole section on "shy bladders" and here you are calling it that. funny.<br /><br />megan, sorry to take up your comment space and not directing comments at you. is that bad blog etiquette?Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09010348098934844983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-20726304221166041902009-10-06T20:35:35.658-07:002009-10-06T20:35:35.658-07:00Tom, next comes do-re-mi.Tom, next comes do-re-mi.Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17993427346019681523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-85422585774351414752009-10-06T20:33:22.726-07:002009-10-06T20:33:22.726-07:00Number one and number two follow alphabet soup. W...Number one and number two follow alphabet soup. Well done!tom lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06345089521948145924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-18389882179939782612009-10-06T20:18:18.448-07:002009-10-06T20:18:18.448-07:00I left an awesome comment here earlier and it didn...I left an awesome comment here earlier and it didn't post! That or you deleted it, which I don't see being the case. And yes that warrants a damn exclamation. <br /><br />This post was amazing as are the comments thus far. I too suffer from a shy bladder and utilize all the said tactics when venturing into public facilities. Unfortunately a few weeks ago I had to receive a background check con urinalysis. I headed down with a full bladder and the silly thing was too shy to perform so I was forced to drink copious amounts of water. Imagine a bladder as full as it will go, unwilling to go, and a man hunkering outside the door. Good times. It should be noted they shut off the water and have no fan during urinalysis so all you hear is the rush of your flow or the tinkle in the cup. <br /><br />On another random note. I use to listen to a radio show based out of LA that had a woman who was fearful of dropping the kids off at the pool in public. She would go into what one calls "camping mode" and just close off the pipes. Someone suggested this to her: http://poopourri.com/<br />thought you might get a kick out of it. Your remarks re-sparked the idea for me.Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12773147503330733022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-5387347439964672362009-10-06T18:07:01.266-07:002009-10-06T18:07:01.266-07:00Great title. Great post. Had to read it out loud...Great title. Great post. Had to read it out loud to my husband who was just as entertained (kudos to you since he could really care less about most things I share with him from the blogs I visit). <br /><br />I have to say there isn't one portion of this post that I don't agree with. I have often felt that I am the only one out there that feels this way. <br /><br />p.s. Don't even get me started on hovering verses sitting. I don't care how many paper covers I put on that seat sometimes I just can't bring myself to rest my cheeks on a public toilet. I swear that's how I kept my inner thighs and buttocks flick-a-quarter-off-it tight in high school...it it might've been all the soccer, basketball and running I did. Maybe I should start to hover more often seeing as how my rump can't flick anything off it currerntly...{Erica}https://www.blogger.com/profile/10851544312498101362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-64884313404219957422009-10-06T12:40:37.444-07:002009-10-06T12:40:37.444-07:00The title is my favorite. Glad you went with it. Y...The title is my favorite. Glad you went with it. You know my thoughts on this matter, we've discussed it in depth. But gosh, I wish us women didn't have to "void" ever in public.cat+tadd=samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676565909724324454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-62667106481910710042009-10-06T11:45:35.283-07:002009-10-06T11:45:35.283-07:00My husband tells me there are some men who are &qu...My husband tells me there are some men who are "pecker checkers". Makes me glad I am a girl and we have stalls with doors. Although, I did have to use a bathroom in China that had no doors on the stalls. Try urinating while other women are watching you because you are the only white girl in there. Horrifying.Lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08442435089863828992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-81282211032694076442009-10-06T11:36:36.959-07:002009-10-06T11:36:36.959-07:00your post and theincrediblejulk's comment both...your post and theincrediblejulk's comment both made me laugh. isn't it funny how different women are from men in so many ways, even in our bathroom etiquette? <br /><br />when my husband and i first got married he used to tease me that girl poop most likely was dainty and little like rabbit turds. i assured him that wasn't the case, but he didn't believe me. and i wasn't about to show him the evidence.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09010348098934844983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876706998822123927.post-31164889072919516912009-10-06T11:16:50.548-07:002009-10-06T11:16:50.548-07:00my husband refuses to do poos away from "home...my husband refuses to do poos away from "home-base", but ever the adventurer, I will drop a deuce where ever nature calls. I have pooed in the nastiest of bathrooms, however, I am mortifyingly self-conscious when it comes to the two, and so will wait until a) no one is in the bathroom b) everyone has left, so no one will know it was me. I figured if they could only know my by my feet, we were in a good place. I mean, there have to be hundreds of pairs of brown chuck taylors, or gray pumps, right? they would never know that it was ME. but then I got foot-toos (foot tattoos) and am completely identifiable by my feet alone. I thought it was a good idea, but I never put the poop into perspective...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com