Prescription drugs . . .

I just heard a blurb on the news about prescription drug disposal. Apparently people in Wisconsin are flushing leftover prescriptions down the toilet. They are dissolving and going into the water system, which is causing troubles for the fish. They are trying to come up with a central "disposal site" for medications. (If you were at all expecting a serious in-depth blog entry, I'm sorry) Two thoughts. Fish and ultimately humans on too much (too commonly prescribed) vicodan, a kind of contact high, if you will. And a pile of pills in one central location? What are these people thinking? At least they should leave them labeled for when those hard-core vicodan addicts are crawling through the pile looking for a fix . . .

(By the way, this li'l guy's name is Brian.)

Sometimes you're the windshield . . . .

I got a bill from York General Hospital in Your Nebraska today. Fond memories, them are! I'm gonna have to send them cashola for the xray they were trying to take while I was rushing to the bathroom . . . Some things just seem wrong . . . I was rather grateful for the IV fluids, though. I wonder if this is the only bill I'll get? Hard tellin' how those small hospitals work! (Lest I fail to mention, I am REALLY GRATEFUL for my medical insurance, or the bill would be much bigger!)

Sometimes we have pictures to remind us of our vacays, sometimes we have bills!

Sometimes . . .

Sometimes, when I'm checking out all my friends' blogs, I check my own too. Just in case I've added something new.

Blogger solution . . .

By the way- my blogger problem seems to be solved by downloading firefox. The question is- what will solve my firefox issues? All my links are out of order and my favorites appear to be called bookmarks now and I can't figure out how to get them to stay visible . . . .

I'll keep trying. I can conquer this. At least I can post now.

Sick as Hell . . .(beyond heck, even)

I thought of Dani-hermi and her hubby Wednesday morning. Did you know that we used to all live in the same house before they got married? Dani and I lived on the women's floor and Hubby was a basement dweller. Poor basement dweller. We liked him anyway . . .

Anyway- As I began brushing my teeth(a regular occurrence) I had a visitor(not-so-regular-of-occurrence!). A HUGE silverfish came running out of no where in my sink. I didn't see where he came from, but I quickly began the chore of drowning it, REALLY not wanting to have to squish it. Unfortunately, it was hard to kill and when it did die? It wouldn't fit down the drain. I'm not kidding. I had to fill the sink way up and pray for gravity's help. When I realized that it wasn't going down easily, I tried to scoop it back out with a wad of toilet paper, but by then it was wedged. Yuck. I tried to find a picture for you, but couldn't find one that accurately showed the long curling tendrils and legs . . . and besides that, I was getting creeped out, all itchy and shuddery. I really don't like those little guys . . .

Thank you God for gravity and plumbing.

By the way- this is for sure the only one of these buggers living in my house. Now that he's dead, my house is silverfish free. I'm sure of it.

Phone funny.

My parents had the most random issue with their landline last week. We(they)'ve had the same phone number since I've learned to write numbers. We moved to town in 1984(keeping the same #), and haven't changed anything since. The other day the phone started ringing . . . for a guy in the town just over the Minnesota border. I called to chit chat with the Mom, and the phone started humming with a dial tone! It then proceeded to the "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is incorrect. Please hang up and dial again." Followed by that really annoying Enh Enh Enh Enh Enh that is designed to warn you from across the house that you've left the phone off the hook. It could wake you from a sound sleep from 2 states away, and I'm trying to have a conversation with my mom! I called back and it did the same thing. They'd apparently been getting phone calls for the guy named Randy for a couple of days. He was getting pissed at them because he was trying to have a conference call. They could apparently have conversations with the guy. Random. It was like one of those old school party lines. You had to wait for the phone to be free and all that fun stuff. (Not that I was alive during this, or maybe I was, but I don't think I was old enough to use the phone! Although when I was almost a teen all we had to do was dial the last 5 numbers of a 7 digit number from our town to be connected. Instead of 555-0011, it was 50011. Small towns!)

The phone is fixed. For those who know my family- the joke was that it was a wiretap gone bad. Somebody botched the job! That's funny. Like the funny-because-it's-probably-true-funny.