Here Goes!

Okay, I've been given the nudge to start a blog to puke out all this crappity crap that crowds my head so much so that my ears get all waxy. I think all that waxy crap is the irrelevant and stupid information trying to escape. Maybe that's why I find it just as gross to pick your ears as it is to pick anything else. Don't pick it!

So, in an effort to at least maintain good hygiene, here goes!

I think I should preface this by saying that this first entry may be very brief (not my norm, I assure) as I have indulged in a half tab of God's gift (the pharmaceutical God, that is...) of Ambien. Oh, how I worship those Gods as they make their magical, wonderful concoctions in those pristine white lab coats glancing at me as if they know so much more about me and my needs than I even know myself. Surely, it's just paranoia. Maybe there's a pill for that. Surely, they cannot hear the rhetorical questions that float around my brain. Questions about why they still haven't filled my order when no other customer is around and they are 3 people over-staffed. I know they're over-staffed because whenever there is time to discuss recipes at work, I'm quite certain someone needs to be sent home. Did I say that out loud? Did they hear that? Oooh, I hope not! I always think those are just the voices in my head. Hmmmm...maybe there's a pill for that.

Anywho, I do so love my pharmacy Gods. They have the capability to calm my children which, in turn, keeps them safe from harm (a.k.a. Mom). They have the ability to mix up a batch of just about anything to make anyone feel better at any given time in their life. Is there no halo that comes with that lab coat? I'm a believer, and I believe I see a halo.

I wonder...how could one ever date a pharmacy God? Would it really be his personality you were after? Doubt it. No, not the sexy lab coat either. I think once he's explained the intriguing dynamics *yawn* of how he creates a batch of something magically delicious you would have to be supportive and ask for just one teeny-tiny sample....or two. More than that requires a prescription? Wwhhhaaat???? Are you serious right now?! I mean, c'mon! It's not like I have to have a pill to retain this euphoric appearance whilst I sit through another informative conversation about you. People like that create people like me! Time to move on and leave him with that, "it's not me ~ it's YOU!" speech. You God of all things pharmaceutical!! I pray to you, I believe in you (especially when you give me that stuff) and now you treat me as if I'm some kind of needy, sinner! Makes me want to nail you to a cross and strip you of your lab coat! Ahhh....you'd think they'd take a dose themselves and stop being so damn bitchy! Oh, but I love them so! I'm torn! I don't want to mumble any negativity too loudly for fear that they'd give me that old line "we need a pre-authorization, it'll take 2-3 business days" and then I'm stuck with my unmedicated kids during Spring Break and nothing good can come of that.


No, I'll just smile as I look downward so as to avoid that blinding light from the angelic halo that floats above them like a buoy in the water.

Well, time to sign off, there are prayers to be said to those Gods who impact my life as they do!

C