A song that makes you happy...
Obviously, the entire concept of this song is completely screwed up and I'm surprised in this day and age there aren't liberal groups trying to ban it but, it's a fun song and every time I hear it I get this burst of energy and can't help dancing around.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
30 Day Song Challenge Day 02
Least Favorite Song....
There are really no words to describe just how awful I think this song is. Of course my blog, my opinion. Don't worry though, haters will have more bashing fodder against me when I start spewing my hate for Nirvana but for now, this awful Soundgarden band will have to do.
There are really no words to describe just how awful I think this song is. Of course my blog, my opinion. Don't worry though, haters will have more bashing fodder against me when I start spewing my hate for Nirvana but for now, this awful Soundgarden band will have to do.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
30 Day Song Challenge Day 1- Your Favorite Song
Grateful Dead-Shakedown Street
It doesn't get much better than this! Quite possibly my all time favorite song!
30 Day Song Challenge!
So Excited! This is one of those things that is floating around Facebook. I've noticed a few of my friends posting music videos with random numbers above them. Since I'm a music snob, if I didn't care for the band I kept right on going. Well, curiosity got the best of me and I discovered I'm super crazy into this! Each day is a new song challenge and I'm really excited to see just how far back into the "archives" I can remember. Let's not forget I've been to quite a few Dead shows in my day. Here is a list of the 30 day challenge categories! Looks fun!
day 01 - your favorite song
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
day 09 - a song that you can dance to
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a song from your favorite band
day 12 - a song from a band you hate
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a song that describes you
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 - a song from your favorite album
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a song from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year
day 01 - your favorite song
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
day 09 - a song that you can dance to
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a song from your favorite band
day 12 - a song from a band you hate
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a song that describes you
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 - a song from your favorite album
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a song from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year
Friday, April 1, 2011
It's Autism Awareness Month!
Happy April Everyone! Today marks the start of Autism Awareness month and tomorrow April 2nd is World Autism today. With Autism becoming more or a reality for many families (1 in 100 children), it's crucial for families to learn about what Autism is and how to identify potential markers. Please try to take a few moments to learn about Autism and think of the families who are affected everyday.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
One Week
I finally took Big Boy to the pediatric ENT on Monday so we could get to the root of the never ending cycle of ear infections and strep throat. Well. the appointment was Monday and the surgery to have his tonsils and adenoids removed is a week from today. Holy fast Batman! Never once did it cross my mind when we walked in there Monday morning, would we leave with a surgery date being nine days away.
It's been an interesting few weeks to say the least. In addition to the ENT, Big Boy has started seeing a new Pediatrician. I just couldn't handle his old Pediatric Group anymore. The practice was too big and I was tired of seeing a nurse practitioner EVERY SINGLE TIME we went there. They told me I could see an ENT whenever I wanted and the first time I call for the referral, they gave me a hard time. SEE YA! We switched to a new practitioner who has a solo practice which translates to a doctor who will know Big Boy and not try to pass him off on everyone else in the practice. She is fantastic and we have seen more progress with her in two weeks then the entire amount of time we were with the old practice.
Unfortunately, we have to cancel Big Boys appointment at the Specialized Hospital on the 8th because his surgery is the day before. This is a real bummer since it takes so long to get an appointment there but like I mentioned earlier, I think the ENT would have removed his tonsils that day if he could have, ya know? It seems like we are forever at doctor appointments lately but at least we'll get them out of the way before the summer comes.
Lastly, Big Boy is about to age out of the Pre-school Autistic program and at the recommendation of his teacher, we will be MAINSTREAMING him next year! Yup yup yup, you read that correctly, Big Boy will be mainstreamed for part of kindergarten and will spend the other part of the day receiving speech and occupational therapy. He's doing so well and barely qualifies for services at this point but there is no way I will give them up. The real indicator will be how he fairs in kindy because if I give up his rights to services and he can't handle a mainstream kindy, I'll never get him back in the program and then I just don't know what will happen.
So.....this is what's going on at the beach these days. Everything revolves around Big Boy ( as usual) and once we get through the surgery next week we will be able to focus on his kindy placement and what type of curriculum we can build specifically for him. I think this blog entry may be the longest I've sat down and relaxed in the last week.
It's been an interesting few weeks to say the least. In addition to the ENT, Big Boy has started seeing a new Pediatrician. I just couldn't handle his old Pediatric Group anymore. The practice was too big and I was tired of seeing a nurse practitioner EVERY SINGLE TIME we went there. They told me I could see an ENT whenever I wanted and the first time I call for the referral, they gave me a hard time. SEE YA! We switched to a new practitioner who has a solo practice which translates to a doctor who will know Big Boy and not try to pass him off on everyone else in the practice. She is fantastic and we have seen more progress with her in two weeks then the entire amount of time we were with the old practice.
Unfortunately, we have to cancel Big Boys appointment at the Specialized Hospital on the 8th because his surgery is the day before. This is a real bummer since it takes so long to get an appointment there but like I mentioned earlier, I think the ENT would have removed his tonsils that day if he could have, ya know? It seems like we are forever at doctor appointments lately but at least we'll get them out of the way before the summer comes.
Lastly, Big Boy is about to age out of the Pre-school Autistic program and at the recommendation of his teacher, we will be MAINSTREAMING him next year! Yup yup yup, you read that correctly, Big Boy will be mainstreamed for part of kindergarten and will spend the other part of the day receiving speech and occupational therapy. He's doing so well and barely qualifies for services at this point but there is no way I will give them up. The real indicator will be how he fairs in kindy because if I give up his rights to services and he can't handle a mainstream kindy, I'll never get him back in the program and then I just don't know what will happen.
So.....this is what's going on at the beach these days. Everything revolves around Big Boy ( as usual) and once we get through the surgery next week we will be able to focus on his kindy placement and what type of curriculum we can build specifically for him. I think this blog entry may be the longest I've sat down and relaxed in the last week.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
29 Again.....
Once again, it's that time of year where I find myself "celebrating" yet another birthday. Yay. It's not that I don't like birthdays, I just don't like my birthday. My co-workers found out about it this year, luckily I had been able to hide it from them the past few years but somehow my facebook profile let the cat out of the bad and a few people took notice before I was able to "fix" it.
It was a nice day after all though. My co-workers bought me lunch and then hubby and big boy took me out to dinner. The best part about dinner (besides the key lime pie) was it cost practically nothing after using a few gift cards I has squirreled away:) Hubby gave me my gift a few weeks ago. I've been wanting some sort of tablet but couldn't decide which one. There was no way we could afford the Xoom and I was hesitant to get a color nook and hack it with and Android OS however as luck would have it, Apple released the iPad 2 which made the price of the first generation drop to a rather affordable level....
I must say, I never realized how cool an iPad actually was until I owned one. Unfortunately, I feel incredibly guilty owning one and I'm constantly trying to justify it. Big Boy loves loves loves it so at least there is a huge positive. Either way, I can't believe I have one and I'll be back tomorrow with my list of must have apps!
It was a nice day after all though. My co-workers bought me lunch and then hubby and big boy took me out to dinner. The best part about dinner (besides the key lime pie) was it cost practically nothing after using a few gift cards I has squirreled away:) Hubby gave me my gift a few weeks ago. I've been wanting some sort of tablet but couldn't decide which one. There was no way we could afford the Xoom and I was hesitant to get a color nook and hack it with and Android OS however as luck would have it, Apple released the iPad 2 which made the price of the first generation drop to a rather affordable level....
I must say, I never realized how cool an iPad actually was until I owned one. Unfortunately, I feel incredibly guilty owning one and I'm constantly trying to justify it. Big Boy loves loves loves it so at least there is a huge positive. Either way, I can't believe I have one and I'll be back tomorrow with my list of must have apps!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Hell Yeah
After quite a bit of procrastination, I finally made my way back to blogger and found a whole net section of fonts and other cool stuff to mess around with. It has been way to long since I've sat down and actually showed any interest in this blog. I really don't know why either?
As of today, I'm making a promise to myself to have at least two blog posts a week. How hard can it be?
As of today, I'm making a promise to myself to have at least two blog posts a week. How hard can it be?
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Just One Day
Of somewhat normalcy is all I ask. No hassles, no problems, tantrums, bickering, issues, injuries..... I think you all can see where I'm going with this. Right down to the damn weather. Why oh why could it not be as predicted today, or even close. Sunny with a high of close to 50 degrees is a far cry from cloudy, dreary and barely in the mid thirties. It sucks out and Big Boy is about to lose his ever loving mind.
As you can see, life at the beach has been far from a vacation lately. Compliment of the federal government dragging their feet on the tax breaks, we are now *ever so patiently* waiting for the IRS to approve our itemized tax return so we can pay some bills around here. I know everyone thinks the middle class has money coming out of their ears but since everyone under the sun has their hand in my damn pocket looking for something, let me let you in on a little secret....WE DON'T!!! Shame on the government for delaying our refunds. People bank on that money to get them off to a good start in the new year. Most homeowners and property taxes and insurance premiums are do, let alone coming off from the holidays and this is the thanks we get for carrying everyone else's weight? Thanks.
The stress has been a real bitch and I think I'm going to lose it soon. I keep telling myself It's going to be alright, but I'm just not so sure anymore. Here I sit, pissing my Sunday away when I should be cleaning or doing something at least somewhat productive and guess what, this is what depression does to you. I've lost any desire to be social and it keeps getting worse.
Pity Party Over.
As you can see, life at the beach has been far from a vacation lately. Compliment of the federal government dragging their feet on the tax breaks, we are now *ever so patiently* waiting for the IRS to approve our itemized tax return so we can pay some bills around here. I know everyone thinks the middle class has money coming out of their ears but since everyone under the sun has their hand in my damn pocket looking for something, let me let you in on a little secret....WE DON'T!!! Shame on the government for delaying our refunds. People bank on that money to get them off to a good start in the new year. Most homeowners and property taxes and insurance premiums are do, let alone coming off from the holidays and this is the thanks we get for carrying everyone else's weight? Thanks.
The stress has been a real bitch and I think I'm going to lose it soon. I keep telling myself It's going to be alright, but I'm just not so sure anymore. Here I sit, pissing my Sunday away when I should be cleaning or doing something at least somewhat productive and guess what, this is what depression does to you. I've lost any desire to be social and it keeps getting worse.
Pity Party Over.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Good Riddance
I usually don't curse on my blog and I want to apologize in advance but most of this post is just dripping with profanity. This is actually take from on of my favorite pharmacy blogs Fast Food Pharmacy. It's a farewell letter written by someone who is fortunate enough to put the miserable world of retail life behind her for a happier existence. I would say about 95% of this rant is the exact bullshit I deal with EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
This was passed along to me from a coworker of Anonymous who has left retail pharmacy for a better paying, less stressful life. Anonymous, I salute you! It would have been a 21 gun salute but we aren't allowed to carry weapons at work or even have them in our lockers.
Things I Won't Miss by Anonymous
*People walking up to the counter and shouting hello as though they've been waiting forever even though they JUST walked up to the counter and have barely been there for more than 12 nanoseconds.
*Running around like a crazy person from station to station because either (a) there's no one here or (b) because the people that are here are slow.
*The phone. Oh that f*cking phone.
*The customers. Should I name drop because I really f*cking want to.
*The words "I need a refill." or "I don't have the bottle." or "It says I have four refills until July 2011."
*Customers coming up to the CLOSED drop off window and completely ignoring and sometimes pushing aside the HUGE red sign that says "Proceed to Pickup Window" and then looking at me like I'm crazy when I tell them it's closed.
*Dirty prescriptions that seem as though they've been raped and shat on by homeless people. Is it so difficult to keep that piece of paper from becoming a victim of sodomy?
*The f*cking phone.
*Working the drop off window and having to deal with questions like "Where's the ice?", "Do you sell toenail clippers?" "Where are the pencils?", "I'm looking for lotion?". Not a f*cking customer service window and I obviously don't work the f*cking floor so how the f*ck would I know where icy toenail lotion pencils would be?
*This dusty ass allergen trap called a pharmacy. This is the health industry?
*Scrubs. Actually won't miss those because I never put those sleep bags on. And I was also under the impression that wearing pajamas to work was against the dress code.
*The drive thru. Everything about it. Every. Single. Thing. Deserves its own separate list.
*People that smell like bathrooms. People that smell like four month old sweaty cheese. People that smell like they've never heard of showers. People that smell like dead kittens soaked in vodka stuffed in a moldy barrel inside the asshole of the Loch Ness Monster.
*That f*cking drive thru bell and that fucking drive thru buzzer. And I realize I said that the drive thru deserves its own list which is totally true but when the hell am I ever gonna write that list?
*People that drive up with their f*cking arms/canes/tree branches/artificial limbs hanging out of the window so that they can press that damned button before they even park their fucking cars.
*Speaking of cars, if you come through the drive thru and your f*cking car door/window/trunk/sunroof does not open and the only way you can communicate is by getting out of your car then why the f*ck didn't you just come inside?
*People that don't hand you the money or toss the money or put the money on the counter five f*cking feet from where I am (I'm over here at THIS register, you f*cking douche)
*Some of those f*cking slow as shit nurses. It doesn't matter which one. I've offended them all just by saying this.
*People that ask "How are you?" Like you f*cking care.
*Broken printers/scales/computers/people. Yeah this can happen anywhere but I won't miss it happening here.
*Old people who call in prescriptions because they are afraid of technology then take up most of whatever is left of their life reading you one prescription number off the bottle. That is IF they can read it. "Oh wait, I'm sorry baby, that was a six." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
*People telling me how I should do my job. "You guys would be a lot faster if you did this." "It would be easier for the customer if you did that." Well, I don't come to your house and tell you how to beat your kids, watch TV, make meth and be a worthless asshole so stop telling me how to do my job.
*Old people in general. Just because you're old doesn't mean you can walk all over me like something that old people walk on. Orthopedic shoes perhaps? Eh, whatever. Old people blow with a few exceptions (you know who you are).
*People who live on their f*cking cell phones and refuse to get off them even in the midst of physical interactions with people standing right in front of them. "Sir, I realize that Rochelle shouldn't have done that to Kenny and that you need to get to the grocery store before they run out of peaches which by the way I really don't see happening but I need your address."
*The approach. You're at the counter, you're at the window, even drive thru and you see someone approaching and you pray to God they are not coming to bother you. But they always are.
*Questions. I hate questions now. They say there are no dumb ones but I can without a shadow of a doubt tell you that there are. "What should I do about dry lips?" Really??
*Those severely f*cked up names that not even Dan Brown himself could decipher. And I'm the one that gets crazy looks when I can't say them. "And what is....uhm...Kuh-taw-buh-tee-air-eesh-ma-jah's birthday?" "It's pronounced Elizabeth!"
*Screaming and crying banshee children that only know how to cough and sneeze on every open surface and annoy the shit out of me. Yeah, this place makes me want to cry too but do you see me acting like that?
*Pharmacists with big heads. Usually the fresh out of school pill jockeys who think they're better than the people to their left. Get off your fucking high horse and ring out that lady's pantyhose.
*People who pull money out of their bras/shoes/underwear/rectums and then expect me to handle it, F*ck no! Go learn what the f*ck hygiene means and make it you life's purpose.
*Medicaid patients who complain about having to pay 50 cents to two bucks for their prescriptions but will pay any amount of money for a cheeseburger or a candy bar or whatever other f*cking pointless thing they don't need.
*When I tell you that something will be ready, for instance, after 4. Don't ask me when it's going to be ready and don't try to argue with me about the time I gave you either. "Does it mean 4:15, 4:30, 4:45???" Shut the f*ck up you dumb motherf*cker because I just told you that it will be after four so I don't give two f*cks about what time after 4 you come because it will either be done or it won't be which is another thing I couldn't give two f*cks about so go f*ck your f*cking self, bitch.
*It says Drop Off Window not Consultation Window, so why the f*ck are you in my face asking me what you should put on your rash?
*Benzonatate. A minor gripe but I will not miss your roly poly ass.
*Lazy motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*Awesome motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*In between motherf*ckers. Well, actually, you can only fall into one of the two groups above so, yeah, you know who you are.
*Wal-Act junkies. Vicodin junkies. Morphine junkies. Insulin junkies (those exist, right?). Junkies of all shapes and sizes.
Things are coming to a close around here so I leave you with these wise words of one Oliver Humperdinck, renowned author and indoor trumpeteer. "If any man hath his hands, he beateth with them slow time around the bolly bop tree when the weather is green and cheese is in bloom."
Powerful stuff.
Amen.
This was passed along to me from a coworker of Anonymous who has left retail pharmacy for a better paying, less stressful life. Anonymous, I salute you! It would have been a 21 gun salute but we aren't allowed to carry weapons at work or even have them in our lockers.
Things I Won't Miss by Anonymous
*People walking up to the counter and shouting hello as though they've been waiting forever even though they JUST walked up to the counter and have barely been there for more than 12 nanoseconds.
*Running around like a crazy person from station to station because either (a) there's no one here or (b) because the people that are here are slow.
*The phone. Oh that f*cking phone.
*The customers. Should I name drop because I really f*cking want to.
*The words "I need a refill." or "I don't have the bottle." or "It says I have four refills until July 2011."
*Customers coming up to the CLOSED drop off window and completely ignoring and sometimes pushing aside the HUGE red sign that says "Proceed to Pickup Window" and then looking at me like I'm crazy when I tell them it's closed.
*Dirty prescriptions that seem as though they've been raped and shat on by homeless people. Is it so difficult to keep that piece of paper from becoming a victim of sodomy?
*The f*cking phone.
*Working the drop off window and having to deal with questions like "Where's the ice?", "Do you sell toenail clippers?" "Where are the pencils?", "I'm looking for lotion?". Not a f*cking customer service window and I obviously don't work the f*cking floor so how the f*ck would I know where icy toenail lotion pencils would be?
*This dusty ass allergen trap called a pharmacy. This is the health industry?
*Scrubs. Actually won't miss those because I never put those sleep bags on. And I was also under the impression that wearing pajamas to work was against the dress code.
*The drive thru. Everything about it. Every. Single. Thing. Deserves its own separate list.
*People that smell like bathrooms. People that smell like four month old sweaty cheese. People that smell like they've never heard of showers. People that smell like dead kittens soaked in vodka stuffed in a moldy barrel inside the asshole of the Loch Ness Monster.
*That f*cking drive thru bell and that fucking drive thru buzzer. And I realize I said that the drive thru deserves its own list which is totally true but when the hell am I ever gonna write that list?
*People that drive up with their f*cking arms/canes/tree branches/artificial limbs hanging out of the window so that they can press that damned button before they even park their fucking cars.
*Speaking of cars, if you come through the drive thru and your f*cking car door/window/trunk/sunroof does not open and the only way you can communicate is by getting out of your car then why the f*ck didn't you just come inside?
*People that don't hand you the money or toss the money or put the money on the counter five f*cking feet from where I am (I'm over here at THIS register, you f*cking douche)
*Some of those f*cking slow as shit nurses. It doesn't matter which one. I've offended them all just by saying this.
*People that ask "How are you?" Like you f*cking care.
*Broken printers/scales/computers/people. Yeah this can happen anywhere but I won't miss it happening here.
*Old people who call in prescriptions because they are afraid of technology then take up most of whatever is left of their life reading you one prescription number off the bottle. That is IF they can read it. "Oh wait, I'm sorry baby, that was a six." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
*People telling me how I should do my job. "You guys would be a lot faster if you did this." "It would be easier for the customer if you did that." Well, I don't come to your house and tell you how to beat your kids, watch TV, make meth and be a worthless asshole so stop telling me how to do my job.
*Old people in general. Just because you're old doesn't mean you can walk all over me like something that old people walk on. Orthopedic shoes perhaps? Eh, whatever. Old people blow with a few exceptions (you know who you are).
*People who live on their f*cking cell phones and refuse to get off them even in the midst of physical interactions with people standing right in front of them. "Sir, I realize that Rochelle shouldn't have done that to Kenny and that you need to get to the grocery store before they run out of peaches which by the way I really don't see happening but I need your address."
*The approach. You're at the counter, you're at the window, even drive thru and you see someone approaching and you pray to God they are not coming to bother you. But they always are.
*Questions. I hate questions now. They say there are no dumb ones but I can without a shadow of a doubt tell you that there are. "What should I do about dry lips?" Really??
*Those severely f*cked up names that not even Dan Brown himself could decipher. And I'm the one that gets crazy looks when I can't say them. "And what is....uhm...Kuh-taw-buh-tee-air-eesh-ma-jah's birthday?" "It's pronounced Elizabeth!"
*Screaming and crying banshee children that only know how to cough and sneeze on every open surface and annoy the shit out of me. Yeah, this place makes me want to cry too but do you see me acting like that?
*Pharmacists with big heads. Usually the fresh out of school pill jockeys who think they're better than the people to their left. Get off your fucking high horse and ring out that lady's pantyhose.
*People who pull money out of their bras/shoes/underwear/rectums and then expect me to handle it, F*ck no! Go learn what the f*ck hygiene means and make it you life's purpose.
*Medicaid patients who complain about having to pay 50 cents to two bucks for their prescriptions but will pay any amount of money for a cheeseburger or a candy bar or whatever other f*cking pointless thing they don't need.
*When I tell you that something will be ready, for instance, after 4. Don't ask me when it's going to be ready and don't try to argue with me about the time I gave you either. "Does it mean 4:15, 4:30, 4:45???" Shut the f*ck up you dumb motherf*cker because I just told you that it will be after four so I don't give two f*cks about what time after 4 you come because it will either be done or it won't be which is another thing I couldn't give two f*cks about so go f*ck your f*cking self, bitch.
*It says Drop Off Window not Consultation Window, so why the f*ck are you in my face asking me what you should put on your rash?
*Benzonatate. A minor gripe but I will not miss your roly poly ass.
*Lazy motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*Awesome motherf*ckers. You know who you are.
*In between motherf*ckers. Well, actually, you can only fall into one of the two groups above so, yeah, you know who you are.
*Wal-Act junkies. Vicodin junkies. Morphine junkies. Insulin junkies (those exist, right?). Junkies of all shapes and sizes.
Things are coming to a close around here so I leave you with these wise words of one Oliver Humperdinck, renowned author and indoor trumpeteer. "If any man hath his hands, he beateth with them slow time around the bolly bop tree when the weather is green and cheese is in bloom."
Powerful stuff.
Amen.
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