Facebook Do's & Don'ts
I think it's time for an etiquette lesson. For reals. I'm sitting here perusing the "People You May Know" section on my Facebook page, and I have seen some disturbing things. Seriously people, why?Rather than judge, like I normally would, I think I can use this opportunity to help the masses. Oh what the hell, I'm still judging, just trying to make it sound "nicer." And who am I kidding? This isn't a "Do's and Don'ts" post. It's a "Things That Drive Me Bat-Shit Crazy on Facebook" post.1. The Shirtless Profile PictureSeriously? No-one wants to come to your gun show. An

My new favorite article of clothing
So, in my last post (two weeks ago, yes I am aware of that) I alluded to the fact that I have a new job. That's right. I have left the creepy confines of traditional retail pharmacy. I have come out from behind the counter. No longer will I have to direct people to the hair dryers or bug spray. There will be no more arguments with people who are pissed at me because their doctor's incorrectly told them that a certain drug was on our $4 list. I'm out. I could have done cartwheels as I walked through those sliding doors for the last time. My time in that particular job was a roller coaster ride. One day I was being recognized for being new talent in the district, the next I was getti

My Failings as a Mother
Rain, rain, go away. Today Wee One's class was supposed to go on a field trip. The class was supposed to go on this same field trip last week. Due to bus issues, the trip was rescheduled for today. Little did we know that today would hold record breaking monsoons (well, maybe not that much, but you know how much I like to exaggerate). Rain=no trip to the pumpkin patch (again) for Wee One's class. Cue grumpy and disgruntled three year olds. Cue teachers screaming for xanax and booze.When I walk in to pick him up this afternoon, I felt a chill in the air. I swear I could hear a combination of the Jaws theme and the Twilight Zone song playing in the background."

The State of My Uterus
Uterus. Say that word over and over again a few times. It's kind of an ugly word. Uterus, uterus, uterus. What's the plural? Uteri? Uterii? Uteruses? Sorry, there really is a point to this post. Somewhere. I'm standing in my usual spot behind my computer at work (well, it's officially NOT my spot anymore, but more on that in a bit). Woman comes to the counter, "Oh! You're pregnant!"Um, no, I'm infertile. Not pregnant.No, that's not what I said, but believe me, that's what I thought. Why do people even say that unless the person is strapped into the stirrups giving birth? To make matters worse, I even had on my skinny cords. I. Did. Not. Look. Remot

Trapped, with no possible chance for escape.
I swear, sometimes I think the Blog Gods deliberately put me in situations to see how I will write about them. That happened today. If I hadn't already lost all faith in humanity, it would would have been gone after this episode.I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I am actually leaving early enough to where I won't be rushed and should get there in plenty of time, for once. Yay me. Start the car, a funny looking, random light flashes on my dashboard. I try resetting it, car yells at me. Apparently something is funky with my tire. I get out, look at them, they look fine. I call the Husband. He tells me to go to the dealership after my appointment and have them