How To Keep Your Car From Freezing
I’ve started plugging my car in, especially at work. Even though it’s a longer walk into the building, but I get to use up all the free electricity that my heaters can suck up. And how handy is that extention cord? I think that is the only style of extension cord designed to work in sub-zero temperatures, as everyone has the same blue cord with lighting-on action.
Where I Rest My Bum
Bum, I’d like to introduce you to chair. Chair, this is my bum. I think you two will hit it off swimmingly.
Also I’ll be back in town on December 17th at 3:30pm. Who wants to hang out (before I have to make my way south for the sister’s wedding on Saturday)?
How To Win An Election
Guess who stopped my abode this very day? That’s right, Hull of “Hull for House” fame. I kind of feel bad taking her cookie, since I’m not registered to vote here. But seriously is she running for Freshman Class President? Was her opponent handing out pencils inscribed with “I’m The Sharpest Candidate, Vote For Me“? So she thought the only way to one-up him would be with a confectionary treat coupled with the play on the phrase, “smart cookie“. I suppose I should thank her, she didn’t hand out tacks (becuase what would I do with a tack?)
What Is In That GI Tract
I don’t know where to start. I don’t think that anyone is going to be interested in all that science speak. As much as I love talking about mitotic activity, adrenocarcinomas, and metastasis, I doubt you, my gentle reader, are interested. Now that I think about it you prolly don’t want to see the insides of my dad’s, or really anyone else’s, GI tract.
Oh, right, the point, my dad’s got the cancer. Click through for some sweet gastrointestinal action.
Who Won Your Hearts & Minds
The people spoke and I bought…..
Also I know I seem to talk about Grey’s Anatomy a lot, but the amount of discussion is inversly proportional to my level of dedication to the show. But there was a glaring mistake that must be discussed. Big, important scientific journals don’t have pictures of their cover story on the front cover, perhaps a picture of a cell or bodily organ, but not the head doctor who wrote the article. That just totally brought the show out of reality. Tsk, tsk…
What Song Are You
Hello Saferide says that “people are like songs, it’s true/Some seem dull at first, but then they grow on you.” She further explains her theorem that people are songs by suggesting that she is Kylie Minogue’s “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head”, because she is both annoying and gets people to dance.
Me, well thank you for asking, on the spot I can’t really narrow it down to just one song, so maybe “Glasses” by I’m From Barcelona, because I wear glasses and I have confusing geographical origins or “Ice Cream” by Muscles because it represents my non-confrontational tendencies and I my belief in the healing power of food, or maybe “Achy Bracky Heart” by one Billy Ray Cyrus not because I’m sad and broken hearted, but because I’m kind of old and played out and I look good in tight pants and boots.
So what song are you?
And I don’t know about you, but I smell a mix tape.
Why Don’t You Just Relax
I understand that I’m in the “service industry”, but I don’t have to like it. I mean, for serious, I am technically a health care provider. Shouldn’t our patients (or customers or members, however you want to call them) treat us with a little bit of respect. This isn’t McDonalds, so don’t be complaining when we don’t have your medicine prepared in the time it took you to walk from the Drop-Off window to the Pick-Up window. Sorry for trying to save your life.
Most patients/customers/members are fairly nice and understanding that the dispensing of medication takes time, and gasp that they are not the most important person in the world. But once in a while (okay usually at least once a day) we get a Veruca Salt. This is a story of one such Veruka Salt, the Crazy Cat Lady (CCL).
