Because There's No Better Time

So, my main concern when starting this blog was toilet seats.  Then I figured I'd find something else to throw in here.  So follow my train of thought, if you will...

On a Sarcasm Society post, someone thought they were clever enough to come up with the idea of a toilet seat that you could plug into the wall so that it can be heated.  This individual figured they would become rich over this idea.  But guess what?  It already exists.  How do I know this?  About two years ago, I was toilet seat shopping (no lie) and I came across one.  See, not long after we had moved into our house, the toilet in the 1/2 bath downstairs needed to be replaced.  So...I went to R.F. Fager's (if you're familiar with the place) to find one.  Yes, I bought a designer toilet.  Why?  Well, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.  I would say my tastes are a bit refined in some areas and I do tend to be rather particular about things when it comes to something I'm going to be spending my money on.  Plus, I had a bathroom "vision", if you will.  Anyway... So, I couldn't just go anywhere to find the kind of toilet seat I needed and had to go back to that place.  The cool thing about places like Fager's is that they don't make you do any work.  You're not on the showroom floor for more than 2 seconds before they greet you like you've just walked into a 5 star establishment.  LOVE those people.  And it's nice when you have the kids with you because you don't have to put them through the torture of browsing through absolutely boring merchandise until they decide to wreak havoc on the world...or at least the store.  So, I just told the guy what kind of toilet we had and he did the work for me by simply taking me to where my choices were.  I noticed one that had this odd looking tube connected (nothing ostentatious, but you don't normally see tubes near toilet seats).  The guy noticed my hesitance around that area and explained that it was a heated toilet seat.  Huh... I was intrigued.  It was around $70-80 (can't remember exactly).  That's a lot for a toilet seat, sure.  But I ended up spending $50 on a regular one, so I can't really talk.  It had to match; that's all I can say.  The point is that heated toilet seats do currently exist and have for at least a few years, if not longer.  You missed the boat on this one, buddy.  Someone beat you to it.

A Journal of Purpose:

I haven't unpacked anything in the last 2 days and that completely sucks.  But I did reorganize a couple of my books that didn't need reorganized.  In doing so, I came across the journal that I started keeping since I left N.  I read the first couple of pages and semi-relived some of those moments.  I had some very dark days in addition to some very bright ones at the beginning.  That was about the time when I had decided that the end result for me in life was to simply be happy.  Often times, that means that you have to go with the flow.  You have to decide what is important enough to worry about and what requires a lot less brain power, like sleep mode or something.  I had some colorful descriptions for what I was feeling, that's for sure.  You can always wax poetic when you're feeling down.  But the most beautiful result would have to be how I'm feeling now.  Those days seem so very far away, a natural part of the grieving process even though I was the one who left.  I have the urge, though not the time at the moment, to catch up in at least a brief "this is what has taken place in the last couple of months" type of way with that journal.  It seems to me that I owe it, at least to myself, to chronicle all this time as it shows some amazing progress and some places that I don't necessarily ever want to go again.  History is like that and we need to learn from it.  And if I've learned anything from the last year, it's that I am fine to follow my heart as long as I keep myself grounded.  Reality sometimes alludes the best of us, but I'd like to keep it close by me if only to keep myself from disappointment.  Right now, I love my life.  I love who I'm surrounded by, and I love just being me.  It's kind of nice.  Doesn't mean that every day is perfect, or that I don't sometimes cry, or that I don't feel stress.  It just means that I have an outlook on my life that allows me to believe that difficult days are a part of this existence and that everyone has them.  It's how we recover from them that counts.

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