Thankful.

ainsleyb:

I’m so thankful that God loves me despite my inconsistent pursuit of Him. I’m so thankful it’s not an earthly, passing love, but a love so deep that not a single thing can shift it. Does that blow anyone else’s mind? I’ve let so many people down and so many have done the same to me and friendships…

(via little-sleepandcoffee-cups)

Itching for a European adventure

frantzfandom:

you ever think about the other sperm you beat out to exist?

the astronauts?

the rappers?

the concert pianists?

but you, the tumblr blogger

you won

(Source: blacksupervillain, via panic-at-the-fandoms)

When prayers go up, blessings come down.

Can anyone tell me how much a pharmacy tech makes a hour I'm thinking about taking courses for it

Oh the things you can fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shiny spatula
Oh, what a thrill.

Besmocked and bedecked out
In Pharmacist clothes
Knowing all of the things
That a Pharmacist knows.

You’re quick and efficient,
You’re sharp and inventive.
It also just happens
You’re anal retentive.

You read slips of paper
To get the specifics
From doctors who scribble out
Strange hieroglyphics.

Could it be Celebrex?
Or maybe Celexa
It might be a Z-Pack
Then it might be Zyprexa

And you bill by computer
AWP
Minus 15 percent
Plus a buck twenty-three.

You fill and you bill
And you feel so dejected
‘Cause half of your claims
Are being rejected.

So you pick up the phone
While computerized voices
Keep you waiting forever
Explaining the choices.

Press 1 for directions.
Or maybe it’s 2.
Push ‘pound’ for a message
Oh, what should you do.

Then you pour out the pills
On your pill counting tray
And you count, and you count
And you count pills all day.

You count them by fives
To the rhythm and beat
Of the songs that you learned
On Sesame Street

And the customers gripe
And complain while you’re fillin’
Could it be the whole world
Is on ‘Grouchacillin?’

My pills are too big
And my co-pay’s too high!
Take it four times a day?
I cannot comply!

Then you scarf down your
sandwich
In one single bite
Which if done in a restaurant
Would be impolite

But a Doc’s on line one
Mrs. Jones on line two
She has 500 pills
Will you cut them in two?

And the drug reps, they tap
On your counter, tap, tap.
To give you their spiel
Plus a load of free crap!

There’s pens and there’s post-its
There’s free stuff galore
But the really cool clock’s
For the doc who’s next door

Then ol’ Mrs. Snifflemore
Gives you that smile
And you know once again
That it’s almost worthwhile

So you hang up your smock
And put down your free pen.
Tomorrow you’ll do it
All over again.

Oh the things you will fill
For the folks who are ill.
With your bright shiny spatula
Oh, what a thrill!

Author unknown, Oh The Things You Can Fill (via lackiejee)

(Source: webbrx.com, via lackiejee)

The 4 dangers of never saying you’re sorry

unstuckcommunity:

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Stuck moment: I am sorry that I hurt her, and I do miss her a lot — but it’s her fault if she decides to sacrifice our relationship over such a stupid thing. I’m not going to take all the blame here. It’s up to her to decide if she wants me in her life.

In the best of times, it’s hard…

thesummerbreak:

reblog if you’re joining us. we’re posting #X before we drive so that everyone know’s we’ll respond when we get there.
 

thesummerbreak:

reblog if you’re joining us. we’re posting #X before we drive so that everyone know’s we’ll respond when we get there.