The Fungus Among Us

Rob and I have a way exciting life. After a rousing evening of DVRd America's Got Talent, we caught an episode of Modern Marvels all about mold and fungus. It's everywhere. We have it in our toilet and shower even though I clean them regularly. And what do I use to clean the mold? Bleach. Modern Marvels says that bleach doesn't kill mold, it just cleans the surface. The only real way to get rid of mold is to take away the moisture that it feeds off of. I don't really see how that's possible in a shower or toilet. So, thank you Modern Marvels for not giving me any solutions. I'm going to stick to my bleach.

P.S. That's not my shower.

The Stinking Rose

There is a restaurant in LA called The Stinking Rose and I remember looking at that sign and thinking that I would never eat at a restaurant that had the word "stinking" in it. And then I found out that "stinking rose" was just another term for garlic. I'm down with garlic, so maybe I'll eat there one day.

So yesterday I was frying up some bacon for a salad to bring to the ward activity and as I poured the grease into the "fat can" the most horrific smell started coming from that general area. I was guessing that the fat was rancid and made a mental note to chuck it outside once it cooled down. And then my nose got clogged up and I forgot to take it out until later that night. And let me tell you, it was really stinky. I can't believe that I didn't smell it even through my stuffy nose. I took that can out and was thinking that finally that smelly smell was gone. But then I opened the refrigerator this morning and was thrown to the ground by the strongest onion smell I've ever encountered. Not only were my eyes watering, but I started sweating at just that smell.

I took that onion and tossed it into a Ziploc bag and threw it in the garbage because I wasn't exactly dressed enough to take it outside. Once I had that smell contained, I was still smelling something else that was nasty in the oven/fridge vacinity. Turns out that it was a Stinking Rose in the garlic keeper. Let me tell you... if you think garlic stinks in general, put it in a garlic keeper for a few months and let it be and you'll smell a smell like you've never smelled before.

The crazy thing is that it's not the first time I've forgotten about the garlic. When will I ever learn?

Child-Proofing

This little bug taught me that a wooden spoon through the cupoards isn't an effective means of child-proofing my house. I have a lot of work to do before we have kids... or before she comes to visit me again.

Seen on the Street

Something tells me this guy doesn't care for Obama's healthcare plans, either. What do you think? Please don't turn me in.

Where's My Camera?

The other day I was telling my friends Heidi and Robyn that I had nothing to blog about lately because I've seen some interesting things but I never have my camera with me, so why blog about it if there's no picture. Then I started telling Heidi about something I saw in our neighborhood and she said that the story could stand on it's own without a picture.

I was driving down the street and in the distance I could see a person holding a giant Mountain Dew in the air. I was intrigued. I mean, wouldn't you be intrigued? As I got closer, I could tell that the person was stopped dead in their tracks, Mountain Dew in the air, the other hand raised in the air with the fingers in the "horns/rock on" sign, totally rockin' out to whatever he/she was listening to. I then got closer and saw that it was a woman roughly my mom's age (in her mid-fifties). She also had a buzz cut and was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Classic. You can't make that stuff up. And then I saw her again later that day, still with Mountain Dew, minus the rocking out.

My first thought was that she was drunk, but maybe she just doesn't care what people think. Although I still think Mountain Dew has mind-altering ingredients, I really think it was the latter. She just doesn't care what anyone thinks about her. I used to spend a lot of time worrying about what other people thought about me until one day in the late 90s my dad said to me, "it's really conceited of you to think that other people use up that much of their time and energy thinking about you." That really got to me because it was a little harsh, but, let's face it, totally true.

When I drove by the Mountain Dew lady who was rocking out on the roadside, the only thought I had was that she made my day with her individualism. And that was it. So, thanks, Mountain Dew lady, and thanks Dad, for reminding me not to care so much about what other people think.