My mom was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes on Halloween. Happy Halloween to you!
I was about to say Merry Christmas.
Hey, be lucky I even remember that it was Halloween.
My brain has become a freaky momma brain.
I'm not sure where I was headed with that since I've covered it already.
Have I?
Oh yeah, last post.
Speaking of which...
I read a post from the lovely Jenny on the Spot this morning
No, not that Jenny from the block... ON the SPOT. Following?
Anywho, she wrote about being pecked to death.
See her and the post here - Ever Been Pecked to Death and I laughed so hard after watching the video.
On my phone because that's how I be doing it in the morn.
I just love that vid.
It's so my life. lol
Can I just say that sometimes? I really don't like my name? No, really... I don't.
I get sick of hearing it called during the day so much that I will literally walk into my room and shut the door. Or, I will put headphones in.
Which leads me into hearing, "You never listen to a word I say!"
What?
Oh, right.
No, I do, I just choose to actively not listen 24/7 is all. Sometimes I'd like to hear those weird thoughts in my head.
No, they don't tell me to do bad things. Unless that is, I hear someone say my name AGAIN.
Well, I won't go there.
So where was I?
Oh yeah.
My mom's having fun asking me a lot, if she can have this or that to eat since being diagnosed. We're only in the second week or so of it, but I'm in charge of the taking ze blood part.
Most people might find it fun to poke someone with a needle.
But have you tried to take my mom's blood?
I feel like I'm milking a cow sometimes.
And coikidentally, that's how I do it.
Squeeze and pull down toward the pokeage area... sqqquuueeezzzee and pull down toward the pokeage area... seriously give up the blood!
And yes, she's being poked, she just isn't on her blood thinners right now so her body say nuh unh to giving up the blood.
It's funny to the both of us.
I've told her, "Vampires would not have fun with you. Seriously."
She replies, "I'd just be sore all over."
It's just another "responsibility" I'm trying to juggle.
Not complaining, just saying.
And making due.
Now it's time to rake some of dem ebil leaves that won't stay off the yard no matter how many times I threaten them to. Seriously, they need to listen. Don't they have ears? Come on now.
Til next time!
hugs and kisses
love you all!! :D
Sidenote:
Listening to sleigh ride in the background and humming while writing this.
Because you needed to know.
Something new you learned today that you didn't know.
You're welcome.
I was about to say Merry Christmas.
Hey, be lucky I even remember that it was Halloween.
My brain has become a freaky momma brain.
I'm not sure where I was headed with that since I've covered it already.
Have I?
Oh yeah, last post.
Speaking of which...
I read a post from the lovely Jenny on the Spot this morning
No, not that Jenny from the block... ON the SPOT. Following?
Anywho, she wrote about being pecked to death.
See her and the post here - Ever Been Pecked to Death and I laughed so hard after watching the video.
On my phone because that's how I be doing it in the morn.
I just love that vid.
It's so my life. lol
Can I just say that sometimes? I really don't like my name? No, really... I don't.
I get sick of hearing it called during the day so much that I will literally walk into my room and shut the door. Or, I will put headphones in.
Which leads me into hearing, "You never listen to a word I say!"
What?
Oh, right.
No, I do, I just choose to actively not listen 24/7 is all. Sometimes I'd like to hear those weird thoughts in my head.
No, they don't tell me to do bad things. Unless that is, I hear someone say my name AGAIN.
Well, I won't go there.
So where was I?
Oh yeah.
My mom's having fun asking me a lot, if she can have this or that to eat since being diagnosed. We're only in the second week or so of it, but I'm in charge of the taking ze blood part.
Most people might find it fun to poke someone with a needle.
But have you tried to take my mom's blood?
I feel like I'm milking a cow sometimes.
And coikidentally, that's how I do it.
Squeeze and pull down toward the pokeage area... sqqquuueeezzzee and pull down toward the pokeage area... seriously give up the blood!
And yes, she's being poked, she just isn't on her blood thinners right now so her body say nuh unh to giving up the blood.
It's funny to the both of us.
I've told her, "Vampires would not have fun with you. Seriously."
She replies, "I'd just be sore all over."
It's just another "responsibility" I'm trying to juggle.
Not complaining, just saying.
And making due.
Now it's time to rake some of dem ebil leaves that won't stay off the yard no matter how many times I threaten them to. Seriously, they need to listen. Don't they have ears? Come on now.
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| I mean how beautiful right...? That's not even half the yard... |
Til next time!
hugs and kisses
love you all!! :D
Sidenote:
Listening to sleigh ride in the background and humming while writing this.
Because you needed to know.
Something new you learned today that you didn't know.
You're welcome.
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