Ex-Presidents Are Funny

I tried to embed the video, but kept getting an error message. So here's a link to Daddy Bush and Clinton making funnies on the road.

Pharmacies can SUCK IT

Yesterday, on my way to work, I stopped at a nearby pharmacy to get one prescription refilled and drop off two other prescriptions. This should have been a very easy task. Not so much.

First, I sat at the drive-thru window for three minutes before one of the FOUR people in the pharmacy responded to my repeated buzzing. Then, finally, one came to help me. She sent out the tray so I could send my prescriptions to her. She walked away. Another three minutes passed (I was watching the clock) and she finally returned to collect my prescriptions. She said they would be ready in an hour. I said I'd pick them up the next day.

This morning, I wake up a little early (it's trash day and the days I sleep till my usual time, the trash truck comes early, so I try to beat it each Tuesday). I haul out my ginormous trash can, then get in the car to go get my drugs. Again, I sit at the drive-thru for three minutes while I wait for someone to respond to my buzz. Finally, a woman comes to the window, gets my information, then goes off to retrieve my pills. She returns with just one of my three prescriptions - the refill!

I tell her there are two more. I explain they were written prescriptions. She walks off and returns with those same prescriptions in hand. THEY HAD NOT BEEN FILLED! What the heck happens in that room with all the magical drugs? So, then she says she'll take care of it right away. Five minutes later, she sends my remaining prescriptions out.

Here's what I don't understand: (1) how can they just fill one prescription and not the others? (2) why is it that when I dropped them off the day before, it would take an hour, but this morning they could get to it in five minutes?

Pharmacies need to learn how to run a drive-thru like a fast food joint. Give me my stuff in 10 minutes or less (preferably less). JERKS.

If I were a superhero, I would certainly not wear tights

Super Nicole would wear PJs with fuzzy slippers. Looks lazy, no? FOOLED YOU! I can totally kick your ass. You won't see it coming!



As for my super powers...well, if I told you, you might use that against me. You'll just have to learn what they are the hard way.



Go ahead. Try me.

If I could tame a wild animal

I always wanted a seal. They're so cute!



The only place I could put it would be my bathtub. It's a good thing I have 2!



I would start the day by drawing it a fresh bath, making it clap or play a musical instrument for its meals and perhaps have it learn to answer the door.



Also, my seal would never smell bad. It would have fantastic manners. And it would get along just fine with my cat and dog.

Sunday Giggle

I have literally done almost nothing all week. And it has been fan-freaking-tastic!

I decided I needed to do some catching up on the news world since I have to return to work Monday (boo!). I came across this story and it made me giggle almost as much as this photo.
It made me think of some of the silly road signs I've seen. A favorite is one I've always wanted to photograph. It's near Refugio. It's a shrimp in a circle with a line through it.

"No Shrimping."

It's pretty random. I suppose they just don't want people throwing nets off the highway into the water. Still, it always makes me smile when I pass it. It's been years since I've taken that route, so I wonder if it is still there.

That's all I have for now. I know this post is kind of lame. But once I come out of exile, I'll try to find something more exciting for you!

I ♥ Not Working

It's not that I don't love my job, I do.

But I have spent the last week doing only what I want to do - and I have never been happier! I could really get used to the not having to be at work at certain hours of the day. I wish there was some way I could work at home. It's been so nice not to hear anyone slam phones, announce "nutball" when the phone rings or have to attend meetings.

Now, I just have to find some way to pay my bills without leaving the house. Or getting out of my PJs.

Ideas, anyone?

Hope, Change And All That Jazz

I've become a bit irritated by people today - more than usual.

You see, I have spent most of the day watching CNN's coverage of Obama's first day. Haters, roll your eyes, throw something at your monitor or gag now.
I haven't been doing this because Barack Obama got my vote. I've been glued to it because this is history! To think that when our young country was founded, a black man only counted as three-fifths of a person and now a bi-racial man is President of the United States - I mean, that's amazing!

To think that Abraham Lincoln worked to free the slaves, and that just Sunday, Obama sat at Lincoln's feet in a celebration of what was to come - crazy! Seeing all those people who marched with Dr. King and have waited to see his (and their) dream come true - unbelievable! And that is why, once again, I cried. I call them "tears of hope." Why? Because I have so much hope for our future. Every day marks a new accomplishment. We are running out of excuses as to why we cannot do things. I offer these words from our new President as proof:

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned.

It must be earned. Think about that. He is not saying, "Put all your trust in me. I have all the answers." He is only asking of America the same thing every president before him has asked: Give me the chance to lead. You can be reluctant to follow. Just give me some time.

I never believed Obama had all the answers for our country. I believed (and still believe) he has the most potential to create change our country desperately needs. War. Plummeting market. Unemployment. Those are very real - and scary - issues.

I know I've written about my personal reasons for believing in Obama, so I won't get into that here. I just ask that you take a moment to reflect on this historic event and give him the opportunity to tackle those issues. I promise you that if he cannot turn things around, I'll write about it. I hope to hold you skeptics accountable, too. If he can pull off the change he has promised, I expect you to give him credit.

And Here's The Video

Watch it now! There's no telling how long it will be up before HBO comes and forces the video to be pulled!

In The Name of Love

I'm having a moment.

I'm not often the girl who sits on the sofa and cries at the TV. But today, I was.

I watched HBO's We Are One and was so moved through the whole thing. From the wonderful speeches reminding us of inaugurations past to the performances by some of the best singers in the world.

And while I was on the verge of tears through the patriotic songs, I couldn't stop the tears from falling when U2 performed "Pride (In The Name of Love)." That song has always been special, but seeing these four Irish guys perform that very song in front of the Lincoln Memorial was - and still is - something that made big, fat crocodile tears fall from my eyes.

I don't care who you voted for in November. Put politics aside. Think of how far our young country has come. I never thought I'd see anyone but a white man in the Oval Office. When Dr. King had his dream, he believed America could - and would - change. That's what I was thinking about as Bono sang. To think that no child in this great country will ever have to say, "I can't" when so many have said "Yes, we can." I can't help but be emotional. There are no more excuses. We make our own paths. And we do it, not because we can, but because we want to.

And we do it in the name of love.