Watch out for those angry Pharmacists

I have been looking at blogs quite a bit lately.  I have been searching for blogs regarding pharmacy and to my surprise there are quite a few.  But, the sad thing is that the common thread among almost all of them is the bitterness and anger that is displayed.  These people are stressed, feel very unappreciated, and taken advantage of.  I have found at least 20 pharmacy blogs and they are littered with stories of hateful customers, doctors, and inept store management.  I have been surprised to see all this venom spit out due to my profession.  But here is the thing, I identify with ALL of them.  All of the stories make me think of days that I have had to deal with at work.  I feel like I am a positive person for the most part.  Granted, I can get pretty worked up over stuff at work just like the next guy.  I am not immune to the frustration felt when people are hateful.  I guess seeing my wife when I come home, and maybe little miss smiles-alot on the left, seem to help me leave work at work (for the most part).  So watch out for those angry pharmacists.

Pick, pick, pick

I am a little bit at a loss for words. I realize that I have not written much lately, but not much has been coming to mind. I have been thinking about "being a pest." I have been known to pick at people a little bit. I know my sister, wife, and now my daughter would attest to this. I caught myself the other day while Abbie was sleeping. She was sleeping peacefully on the couch and I had this need to run my finger on the bottom of her foot. I wanted to see if she just wiggled her foot, pulled her leg back, scratched her foot, or slapped my hand. Why? I do not know. Amber has asked me before why I persist in picking at people when it is obvious that they are not amused. I guess I just want to see a reaction. I want to see what kind of response I can elicit. I know that sounds childish, but that is about the best explanation I can come up with. It sounds better to me than "I am a jerk who likes to pester people." I even have picked at Little Al while he was sleeping. I am thankful that he is as patient as he is. The old saying about letting sleeping dogs lie just has not set in, I guess. When I was in elementary school we had a dog named Marcus. He was a voracious eater, as most dogs are. He would growl if anyone got within 3 feet of him while he was eating. Well, that was just too cool to me. I can remember him biting me twice when I pestered him while he ate. On my first day of school in the First grade, I thought it would be funny to poke the kid in front of me when he raised his hand. Needless to say, he and I started the first grade school year with our names on the board. I think he got in trouble more because his mother was the teacher, but that is neither here nor there. Does this sound stupid to anyone other than me? I am sure Jami could go on for some time about the numerous ways I have pestered her over the years. I am sorry, I just can not explain it. Anyway, say a prayer for Amber and Abbie, that they do not go crazy living with me.

Interesting

Yes, that is a fly that I took a picture of.  Yes that is my hairy knee he is perched on.  I thought it might illustrate the point in my blog today.  Some people (ok, MOST people) would be repulsed by an image like this.  But, some would look and be interested, even fascinated.  As a parent, I have come to find out that there are events that happen that I would not have taken note of before becoming a parent, but now they are of great importance and significance.  A young child deciding on her own to go to the bathroom and poop by herself is not really a thing to be cheered and ballyhooed, is it?  It sure is if you are her parents and she has been fighting with you about potty training!  Abbie did just that today.  She went to the bathroom on her own, and went #2 by herself.  I will never cease to be amazed.  I know we may still have to work with her and have some setbacks, but it sure was something to see, no matter who you are.

Howdy do from stinkeroo

IMG_1937, originally uploaded by jly_thechampion.

I have been uploading photos to my flickr page by the ton. This is one from late 2006 on a football Saturday. I have been looking around on the flickr site and it is pretty interesting. The site has groups that contain certain types of photos that people have uploaded. There are groups that visually try to debunk the myth that pitbulls are just naturally evil. I had to put a couple of Little Al on there to help the cause. There is a group that has pictures of tornados, which is very cool. Since I have been adding pictures from early to late, I have seen a number of pictures that surprise me. I just can not believe the changes Abbie has made in 3 short years. She started back to Mother's Day Out today. What a difference a year makes. Last year she cried like crazy in the first few weeks, but now she is excited to "go to school." I could talk a ton about all the football I have watched in the past 4 days (it has been great!), but I do not want to bore anyone. Suffice it to say, OU has looked real good so far, but with some areas still needing work. I am finishing up my vacation and will be going back to work on Saturday. I think I have to work when OU plays Texas, too. That seems to happen every year! Have a good week.