What I'm Thankful For, by Ashley. Unscripted...
Ah, Thanksgiving weekend is drawing to a close. The turkey carcass has been picked over, the mashed potatoes that your husband left in the oven overnight rather than putting them in the fridge (oven was off of course) are now sitting in the fridge rather than having been thrown out, and the cranberry sauce is still in the shape of the can it came in while sitting in a tupperware container in the fridge, probably growing hair (or at least by the time I find it again it will have hair). It's time to reflect back on the year that was 2009, time to think of the things for which I am truly grateful. Of course it goes without saying that I'm thankful for my husband and son. Obviously. I'm ta

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