Monday, August 17, 2009

egregious nut flash


I just wanted a post with that title. Sorry. This one is actually about diabetes (am posting a new recipe to Lyn's Licks & Laughs Recipe blog - on the sidebar) and rain and brainstorming and being "good" - bleh. And cell phones. My new BlackBerry, to be precise. And swearing. I'm just in a mood, so if you don't like swearing, move on. If you don't mind rambling and gnashing of teeth and tossing out verbiage beneath an educated person's standards, keep reading.


We have a new diabetic in the family, so now I'm learning all sorts of new recipes and the ins & outs of a disease I've only had oh...15 years or so? Shit. I fucking hate pricking my damn fingers, and I'm too old for the bloodwork to be precise anywhere else. ShitShitShitShitShit. Okay, that's out of the way.


I'm also learning how to manage my new cell phone. The phone is awesome. The owner sucks ass when it comes to learning new things and remembering them. And I have a few gripes about having to transfer my damned address book into a new phone manually. Jeeezus Tapdancing Christ, you'd think SOMEBODY would find a way in this technologically superior world to make transferring data easier.


What really sucks is when there's a number and I don't know whose it is, because my notes at the time were taken when I was either tipsy or woozy or in a hurry or just plain ole stupid.


The 'new diabetic' is one for ripping ass, even on a good day, and he has lit into me I don't know how many times for cheating on my diet, with the smoking, with whatever. I mean, I'm beginning to wish I was Catholic so I can just do a mutherfucking pennance and be done with it. We're not Jewish, but you'd think we were, what with all the damned guilt this kid is ladeling upon me.


I've just signed a couple of contracts for male/male, and I need to get back into the writing, but the past week has been horrid, so the writing (as well as my house) has gone to hell.


It's been raining, and I love the rain, but now I have to keep dogs' feet dry, keep the house maintained, while cooking up new recipes, monitoring my own bullshit and blood sugars, and getting rid of ashtrays and junk that has accumulated.


My neighbors finally buried their cat - long story short, the young man has a problem with aliens picking his brain, but he's sweet as pie, and he just couldn't bring himself to bury this old cat, so he had her hanging in the storage barn for a bit. A long bit. Another neighbor, scuzz-bucket that she is, is calling the cops on a new girl who moved in for one thing after another - her dog barking or her trash not being taken to the curb, but we all know it's because the young white woman has a black boyfriend, and I'm ready to just beat the shit out of the old woman myself and force her to watch "Mississippee Burning" about 10 times in a row then lock her in her basement for a month with nothing but Obama pics to view and zeideco music to listen to for the entire 31 days.


Rant over. My glucose was 80 this morning. Color my tired old ass happy.


Have a great day...

Sunny Lyn

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4 Comments:

At 10:12 PM, Blogger Jackie Bannon said...

Wow, that was quite a rant. I'm just glad to know it's not just my life in the toilet lately. I swear, if something doesn't break soon - I will! Anyway, see you Saturday, and I hope things get better - for both of us!

 
At 3:24 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

good to hear from you. :)

I've misplaced my phone today, so if my kids call, I'm screwed. I've killed another toe that won't stop bleeding. But other than that, I'm doing well - lol.

See ya Saturday.

 
At 2:21 PM, Blogger Sam said...

Oh rant away, lol, it's always nice to read someone else's rants for once.
Call yourself to find your phone? My hubby (who is in all other ways a completely anal neat freak) is constantly misplacing his phone. He's always asking me to call his call phone so he can find it. What's scary is number one son is the same - no memory at all when it comes to his phone or wallet.

 
At 7:31 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

ack - Sam, I must've read this post not 15 minutes before leaving my house today, and DAMN if I didn't lose the phone AGAIN.

too funny (and it is scary) that son has same habit as his dad...wow.

 

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