Stinky is as Stinky Does

So you know those fancy Diaper Genie things? Yeah, the ones that cost around $40 up front and then an additional $25 every time you need to refill/replace parts? Well I was looking at those thinking, man they are making a mint off of us! All those things do is wrap your diapers into plastic bags to stop the diaper stink! So I made my very own diaper genie! I call it Stinky is as Stinky does. What do you think? Is it marketable? Because it’s small in the picture, let me just re-write the ad/disclaimer: (Please imagine a ridiculously chirpy female version of Billy Mays voicing the following)

Do you have a small child? Does your home smell like crap? Literally? Is it too much work lugging dirty diapers all the way from the nursery to the outside trash bin? Well we have the stink solution for you! Sure to please the whole family, our patented technology is simple, just tie dirty diapers into plastic bags and throw them in the trash. Got an especially strong bomb? You have the option of using not one but two bags! Ah-maz-ing! Wait, there’s more! Just for wasting ten minutes reading this blog post you get three, you read me right, three Stinky is as Stinky does labels. That’s three labels for only ten minutes of your life that you will never get back again! This offer is not valid with third-party offers. We are not responsible should you accidentally choke on a plastic bag. Do not eat diapers. They are toxic. We are not responsible for husbands, wives, children, small rats, infants, or large mammals too lazy and/or physically incapable of tying dirty diapers into trash bags. Thank you.

DIY stinky diaper solution

The concept is simple. Cut a hole into a clean milk jug and stuff it with plastic bags. Every time your sweetie goes poop just tie the soiled diaper up and throw it into a lidded trash bin. I’m poking fun at it, but it really does work to control stench for those of us too lazy to walk all the way outside every time there is a diaper change.

Sweet Spirits

I have a lot of faults. I can be lazy, prideful, and generally annoying. Sometimes I procrastinate, show up late, or lose my temper. It’s pretty normal to be imperfect, but if I could snap my fingers and choose one thing to change I would change my general judgemental-ness (there I go again making up words).

When people treat me well, I’m pretty good about not judging them. But isn’t it the case that those who need love and kindness the most are also the ones that treat us the worse.

We are all affected by obnoxious people. Whether they are family members, co-workers, school-mates, neighbors, or ward members makes little difference. They’re those people who insist that they are always right and you are always wrong. The ones who have to disagree with everything you say. They’re those people that are always sending little jabs your way whether the jabs are open or thinly veiled.

And with every mean word, with every criticism, with every dark look it gets harder and harder to like them. I wish I was the kind of person who can just turn the other cheek, that sweet person who just laughs it off and forgets it. I’m sure I’d see an increase in happiness.

I was talking to my husband the other day, and I mentioned an occasion when one of those obnoxious people had said something rude to him about his schooling. He didn’t remember the occasion. I know it bothered him at the time. I remember his comments when we were alone that night, but after a while he just let it go. He forgot it and regardless of whether he was treated any different (which he wasn’t) he frankly forgave.

Wow. I’m good at forgiving when people change the way they’re treating me, but when they continue being jerks I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it.

Instead I tend to judge them. I sit and think about how mean they are when I should be thinking about their situations. When I do that I realize that almost every jerk has a back story. It’s just like in the movies where you learn about the villain’s sad child hood or low self-esteem. Unfortunately, in real life the behavior doesn’t change after having a touching heart to heart. But here’s the thing, who am I to judge?

I think it’s one of those out of this world concepts I’ll be working on for the rest of my life, one of my big weaknesses, but we’re promised that our weaknesses can become our strengths right?

So consider this my official online declaration that I will try a little harder when dealing with obnoxious jerks. They may be obnoxious and jerky but they have their own reasons for being obnoxious and jerky and it’s not up to me to judge those reasons (other than to observe and say I won’t act that way).

Hmmm…I think I’m sounding less than sincere. Does being non-judgemental mean I have to sugar coat everything? What? You think I’m an idiot? Well, that comment doesn’t make you a jerk… it makes you a… sweet spirit. Yeah, that’s it, a sweet spirit. :)

young and married, watcha gonna do about it?

My husband and I went out to eat at a cheap pizza place a couple of weeks ago. As we sat at our little table, we overheard an elderly couple discussing us loudly (somebody needed to adjust their hearing aid!) They kept whispering about how young I look, and whether or not our marriage was of the shot gun variety. My husband responded by loudly saying,

“They’re discussing your age over there honey!”

catching on quickly I joined in,

“Wonder what they would say if they knew I’ll be graduating with my Bachelors in May!”

*Forced Laughter*

This sort of thing happens all the time. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve gotten rude comments at work. The worst one was in response to my saying that a baby was cute.  

“Honey, you better not be thinking of having a baby. Girls like you think they’re ready and then end up having a C-section because they’re bodies aren’t mature enough yet.”

WOW! RUDE! I was so annoyed. I can’t even describe… I wanted to shove my wet dirty mop in her face. (I’m a housekeeper) Unfortunately, the only response I could think of was: “My body is fully matured.” instead of satisfaction, a dirty wet face, and the unemployment line, I got one of those one eyebrow raised ‘yeah right you look like you’re fourteen’ looks. I could have protested, I could have told her how old I was, or I could have told her that I stopped growing when I was 12, and haven’t gained weight since high school, but she probably wouldn’t have believed me anyways.

And I guess I can almost understand. I was mistaken for being in junior high at the beginning of the summer, and I really do look a lot younger than I am, and you know what? I may not be a teenager, but I’m pretty young. Still, why does everyone think it’s any of their business? They judge if you get married too young, they judge if you wait too long. They judge the number of kids you choose to have. They judge when you choose to have kids. As far as I’m concerned all of these choices involve three people: man, woman, and God, and no one else has a right to give their two cents.

So, although the people who do this are not the ones who read this blog, I would just like to say (for my own purposes)

Leave me alone! I’m young, married, and happy! Whatcha gonna do about it?