On Wednesday, I was a mountain...

BG logging is so much more fun when you turn it into art ;)



And that, my dears, is a much more fun way of looking at blood sugars ;) I much prefer dinosaurs to mountains, don't you?

bowled for six

Lili tagged me for the 6 word meme. You've all seen the garb that goes with it so I wont bother with the rules, lets just get down to business!

I'm tossing up between these two:

Born. Smiled. Ate, Drank, Burped. Smiled.

To live, and love, that's life.

I had a good one going around in my head when I sat down to write this out. I only wish it was the first thing I wrote - because when I came to type it in my mind was blank. Gah!

I wont tag anyone, but anyone who wishes to do this can pretend I did tag them ;)

Thanks Lili - that was quite a challenge!

When kittens pee

You know my adorable little babies?
The little fluffballs of fun & love?
Those wonderful gentle little cute things?

Well today they aren't in my good books! One of them, no idea which one, decided not to use the kitty litter this morning. Instead, it looked like fun to go pee on my carpet next to the computer. Right where the power board sits. The power board where my computer, monitor and printer are plugged in. All this happens on the other side of the room to where little ol' me is snoozing away happily dreaming of Easter chocolate.

I was woken up with a loud buzzing noise. Heard a kitten scampering, saw my make-do keep-kittens-out-of-the wires fences knocked over . Then I heard a louder buzzing and saw flashes of orange light.

I Zooted out of bed (like that word? There is no suitable word in the English language for how fast I jumped up outta bed and across to the other side of the room, so I made one up). It fizzed and let out one giant POP as I reached over to flick the switches.

And then the smell. Ohhhh gawd the smell! I can still smell it now... horrible electrical burning fizzing smell mixed with the oh-so-lovely aroma of hot zapped kitty pee. Eu de gross.

So there I stood, with everything turned off and unplugged, and my lower jaw hanging in shock, ready to burst into tears if I found that my computer had suffered. Too scared to find out, I went outside and had a cup of tea on the back porch while I watched the little bundles of terror climb trees innocently, and I tried desperately to wake up properly.

Breathing deep to relieve my stress, trying to settle my heart and block out the images of zapped kitties, my house burning down, and other freaky nightmarish daydreams that went through my head, I made my way back to my room.

Fatalities: One power board, one cable, one patch of carpet that can be brought back to life with a little cleaning.

Survivors: Kittens. Everything that was plugged in to the power board. Me. Phew.

Can you hear my sigh of relief? It's almost as loud as the shriek I made when I saw the orange lightening coming up off my wet powerboard...

Well at least I'm awake now.

Wash my feathered mouth out with soap...

That is all.
:p

Match it for Pratchett

I know most people here are desperate to have a cure in sight for diabetes... but it's good to concentrate on something else for a while eh?

I bet a lot of us have been touched by Alzheimer's at some stage. Here's a great idea: a site hoping to match Terry Pratchett's £500,000 donation. Let's do it!

This post comes with a huge bunch of cyber flowers to PTerry himself for bringing so much attention to a deserving cause.

More info on Terry's Alzheimer's in this Sun article (did he say that Lara Croft’s buttocks have improved??)
The Alzheimer's Research Trust site
More info on how to donate

One person's rubbish is another's life saving treasure

What do you do with diabetes stuff that you don't use any more?

Gather up old insulins, spare meters, boxes of strips, insulin pens etc, and post them to Insulin for life who will then use them to help out people in the countries who don't have the support we have.

http://www.insulinforlife.org

Email them first, see if there's an agent in your country - saves a bit of bother with postage that way.

Even if your stuff is expensive, your doctor sucks, your D is fickle... we still have it pretty good really, don't we.

My cats nest

My cats find all sorts of cute places to snooze. Here's Noodle and Pumpkin in a pile of weeds outside that looks like a giant nest. I get the feeling they should be tweeting.
Noodle says tweet!


Nesting inside... but I think Toni looks a little uncomfortable!





And finally, Rigatoni and his box. What an odd way to sleep!

Looking for Mr Upstairs

The reason it took me so long to give my current boarder the boot is that I was avoiding having to find a new one. I remember the stress of doing that last time, and I'd be happy if I never had to do it again!

The current boarder, after 2 years of always paying on time and being a fairly responsible guy, started coming home drunk and making a racket. Some days he'd bring strangers home, also drunk, and they caused problems. When he started smoking in his bedroom - and smoking hard stuff too, that was the final straw. I'd already had this guy apologise many times for not helping out around the house - but still he never changed that and I felt like I had two kids to clean up after.

SO here I am again! Advertising and hoping like hell there's someone out there who's just a nice guy (yes, most likely male, I'm not sure I could live with another female) who I can trust to be in my home with my son and my cats, who will pay on time and give us our space.

So far I've had enquiries from:
A woman from overseas who doesn't speak English very well, who wants the room at least a week before it's available, and doesn't answer my questions. No go.

A single nearly 50 guy who loves his music, lives a buddhist lifestyle, and apparently lives by his own time regardless of others. He seems like a really nice guy - but his main worry is when he can listen to his music loud, and where he can keep his stuff in our house - even though I've repeated many times that the (huge) bedroom and cupboards are his space and the rest of the house is ours. This is not a house sharing arrangement - I'm looking for a boarder! This same guy didn't ring when he said he would, didn't turn up when he said he would, then when we arranged another time he turned up over an hour late and ordered a cup of tea as soon as he arrived!

This afternoon I'm seeing another guy - he's a married man with kids but he's left the family behind while he settles into his new job and saves to buy a house so that they can all move down. Although that makes him a temporary boarder, he's so far my best bet. Lets see if I say the same thing in a couple of hours when he's been in to have a look!
As much as I hate boarder-hunting, I don't hate it anywhere near as much as the idea of having to move out of my house - and we will have to do that if we can't find someone. And so I'll keep advertising, keep interviewing, and keep hoping for Mr Upstairs to turn up real soon. I can't bear the thought of losing this house :(

Edited to add:
Oohhh this afternoons visitor seems REALLY nice! Trouble is, he doesn't seem that interested and he thinks he might be allergic to cats. Doh!