Packing up emotional baggage...

I was going to consult with a friend to ask whether I should reconsider writing a blog that's a little more emotional and a little more personal. The reason was that when I write really emphatically about silly things, I necessarily take a different tone than when I'm on a heavier topic, and I was afraid of making the friends who read my blog a little uncomfortable... after all, it's a lot nicer to read to silly, happy things. For that reason, I won't mind if you skip this one and check back another time when I've posted a crazy-headed rant or some such thing. But if you do choose to read on, know that I'm writing this for me right now because I'm yearning for an outlet. And what better outlet do I have than my very own blog. 

Soapbox Shorty #1: Stupid Questions

Your mama might have told you that there's no such thing as a stupid question. Or maybe she dropped this little gem on you at some point: "The only stupid question is the one you don't ask." Well, I feel like it's time you knew...

There is such a thing as a stupid question, regardless of what your mama told you. Yeah, I said it. Shall we consider some examples?

Be an (Amateur) Rx-pert

Knowledge is power, people. When it comes to over-the-counter meds, do not be fooled. If you've heard it once, you've heard it a thousand times... some things are not what they seem. Read more to find out how you, too, can become an amateur rx-pert - not to be confused with a real rx-pert like my baby brother, the pharmacist ;) //end shameless plug...

Weather the Weather

*Licks finger & holds it up in the air* Yep, the wind is definitely blowing from... who the hell knows where. Weathermen certainly don't. They can't be trusted.