Modern-day toilets for your use

The people of this generation do not find it difficult to make use of toilets. However, the people of the older generation would remember the difficulties that they had trying to acclimatize with the new shape and size of the toilet.

Of course, anything new in your life is a deterrent in the beginning, and later on, to come to love it. The same can be told about the new generation toilets, which are mostly bidet in style. Of course, most of the western countries will still make use of toilet paper, but that fad is slowly on the wane.toilet reviews

Overall, picking up the proper toilet that will be able to work for your bathroom is dependent upon the shape and size of the space in the bathroom itself. So equip yourself with the best possible knowledge so that you do not find yourself becoming of prey to misinformation.

In particular, comb through the Internet and go through some of the best product reviews based on toilet ratings in order to find out the best product of your choice. By doing so, you would be able to understand the cost factor, the performance issues, as well as all the great features that you are getting for the price tag mentioned.

The water capacity as well as the performance and the refueling capacity of the flush tank are also something that needs to be addressed when you are seeking out information from the best product reviews. Moreover, when purchasing the product, ensure that there are proper return policies to those purchases.

It is very important for you to make sure that the toilet which you purchase is also compatible to your needs. There is nothing worse than purchasing a toilet that does not suit your sensibilities of hygiene, neither your proper body structure.

Putting away the word sword

My mouth has gotten me in trouble a couple of times recently.

I have a double personality.

On one side, I am a very nice, sweet, gentle person. I’m really not incredibly malicious. I’m not overly judgmental. I’m a good listener. I will be the first to wrap you in a hug if I find you crying in the bathroom at work.

At the same time, I have a sharp tongue. It’s only gotten worse with age. This is made worse by the fact that I have no filter. Especially when I’m drinking. I can be THAT girl when I drink. It’s gross, and I hate that I do it.Image result for Putting away the word sword

I will love a person despite all their flaws, until they cross me. I don’t like to be put down and I don’t like selfish people – and if a person embodies those things, I cut them out of my soul for all eternity.

And when that happens, I say really mean things.

Also, sometimes people just really annoy the shit out of me. People who think they are omgamazing, people who are fake, and people who have no concept of taking care of themselves top the list of people who will just generally piss me off.

Most of the time, I only get myself into trouble if I’ve been drinking and stewing over something. Many an ex boyfriend can tell you that I can cut your balls off in three words and a look if I’m mad enough.

But sometimes, it comes out when I’m stone cold sober – and in really inappropriate moments.

It happens because I’m so sensitive, and also very anxious, and when I get wound up my lack-of-filter ball-cutting side snaps.

But I don’t like it. And I want to get it under control.

I think at some point, people like me have to make a decision.

Do I want to be that wacky, off-the-wall people who says inappropriate things and inappropriate settings and just owns it?

Or, do I want to be a professional person who can maintain employment and foster relationships with people who aren’t afraid to be around me if I’ve had one too many?

While I wish I was badass enough to be the first one, I know that I am not. I always feel guilty after an outburst and I hate hurting people’s feelings. Even the feelings of people I never want to see again, ever for the rest of my days.

After my SIL’s birthday last year where I imbibed in some (legal) absinthe (with my family) and got into a scathing fight with my boyfriend in a bathroom stall (to name just a few incidences that occurred) I’ve cut off the really inappropriate drinking meanness.

But I’m 25, and I need to learn to control it all the time. Flying off the handle and being a jerk isn’t really permissible anymore, unless that’s just the kind of person I want to be for the rest of my life. And I don’t.

Unless someone speaks ill of the Sooners, because then I will kill them with my blade-words.

But the rest of the time, I’m going to act like a grown up. A real one. Even if I’ll always be an angsty pre-teen deep down.

Dealing positively with the negative

Yesterday was a perfectly shitty day.

And, as I do on all bad days, I began immediately to think of ways to make myself feel better.

I could skip the gym, pour myself a glass of wine and sit in a hot bath for an hour.

Or I could buy a large bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs and eat the whole thing.

Or how about happy hour? Big ‘ole wine pours at Cava and feta dip!

This is my usual response when things do not go my way. But for some reason yesterday, I decided to deal with things a little bit more reasonably. I knew that if I stuffed my feelings down, whether it be with food or alcohol or shutting myself up in the house – the problems would still be there.

And let’s face it, problems don’t feel any better when you’ve got a hang over or a stomach ache.

So, instead of my usual remedies, I trudged through the day and didn’t turn to any of my vices.

I wasn’t happy about it, but I did it anyway.

After work, I went to what I lovingly refer to as the Wednesday Death Class at the gym. (So many burpees and planks. I don’t know why I go back.)

I’d like to say that being healthy and working out really turned my day around and I left feeling awesome, but I didn’t. I was glad I worked out, but it wasn’t the magic cure. (Because there isn’t a magic cure.)

I went home, ate relatively healthy and then went to bed (although sleep and a very unhelpful “sleep specialist” was a big cause of the shittiness of the day) so that I could wake up today with at least a relatively clear mind and a somewhat renewed perspective on everything.

I didn’t make any goals this year for being healthier or eliminating my bad habits, but it was nice to see an unexpected positive change.

I certainly could stand to stop punishing myself when I have a bad day; maybe now that I’ve done it once, I’ll know that I can do it again. Or maybe it was a one time only deal, in which case, at least I did once?

This does not mean I won’t be consuming large quantities of Irish food and green beers this weekend (I most certainly will be). I just want to make sure that when I overdo it it’s because I’m having fun and living large – not because I’m trying to escape reality.Image result for Dealing positively with the negative

If I want to do that, I should be doing it through my writing, which is much more productive.

Speaking of writing, I’ve been posting here very infrequently. This is for several reasons. One being that I seem to only do interesting things on the weekends and then fall into the rut during the week with nothing to write about.

Another being that I actually have been writing somewhat regularly (almost done with that short story) and working on the writing blog I mentioned. It’s almost ready, but I won’t be linking to it from here. If you’d like to read it, you can email me and I’ll send you the link.

And with that, I probably will not be checking in again until after St. Patrick’s Day. I hope you have a good one, with much Irish soda bread (which I have never had, sad right?), corned beef, cabbage and green beverages.

No bullshit wedding talk

I keep waiting for that moment to arrive during my engagement when I’m all “squeeeeeee I’m a bride! WEDDING! yaaaaaaaaaay!”

It’s getting a lot closer, a little over 5 months away, and I figured that by this point I would have caught the bridal bug. But it just hasn’t happened.

This is not to say that I’m not very happy to be engaged, and even happier to have found the love of my life, but I still have yet to truly get it up over the whole “it’s my special day” ordeal.Image result for No bullshit wedding talk

One cool thing did happen Tuesday, when we met with our officiant and started to visualize the ceremony. It’s crazy to think about that moment; the act of such strong commitment makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

But other than that, I always feel a bit fraudulent when people ask me how it’s going and how excited I am about it.

One physically obvious example of this is the fact that I still haven’t started losing weight for the dress. Not even a little bit. It’s probably not going to happen, either.

I feel that in order to make it happen, I’d have to turn off all fun having from now until my nuptials and what is the point in that? You don’t get engaged so you can suspend your life for several months, do you?

So, I won’t be a super skinny, best shape of my life bride. I’m okay with that.

There’s also the fact that I go very long periods of time without thinking about the wedding at all. People bring it up and I’m all “oh shit, I have a whole bunch of stuff I should be doing huh?”

Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking going the whole traditional wedding route in general. I never even have birthday parties because the idea of congregating a bunch of people and forcing them to celebrate me has always made me uncomfortable. Why not just take the money we’re spending on this party and buy a boat?

That would have been an idea. A literal love boat, if you will.

But then I remember that despite what all the propaganda would have you believe – a wedding isn’t just about the bride. There’s also a groom involved (or two brides, or two grooms – but rarely ever just one person).

And if ever there was a guy that people enjoy congregating to celebrate, it’s Tom. People love that guy. He’s a hit. And who would I be to stop all his beloveds from raising a glass to him?

And despite all my child of divorce/fear that everyone hates me issues – I know that there are people in my life who will appreciate the opportunity to celebrate me as well. Or at least to get drunk and grind on someone inappropriate at the reception.

So even though I don’t feel that I’ve exhibited the appropriate levels of giddiness over this process, I’m glad that it’s getting closer. It will be a once in a lifetime ordeal. A life changer, even.

And the sooner it comes, the sooner I’ll be married to a great guy and headed to Napa to drown all the awkward things I said and did on the big day in many delicious glasses of wine.