Diabetic Pie

I've always been envious of people who speak and understand multiple languages. Not because it might give me an edge in the business world or so that I can teach English to those who have just arrived in America. Neh. My reasons are much more shallow. Drives me nuts that these three French guys get together in the cafeteria here at work popping fresh fruit in their mouthes and speaking French. Their conversation is completely shielded by the fact that no one else knows what the hell they're saying. They must love that. What are they saying? Dammit, I need to know!

Back at my desk, I realize I do speak another language. I speak diabetes and not everyone knows it. I'm undercover.

One woman, about three cubicles to my left, mentions something about a diabetic pie, to which the woman next to her jokingly says ...

"What's it made with insulin needles inside?"

They all have a good laugh and then the joke is repeated to another woman just getting off the phone.

Why are they even talking about a diabetic pie? Maybe one of them has diabetes? Do your ears prick up like mine when someone mentions diabetes in a non-diabetes environment?

I must investigate.

Slip n' slide on over to Blogabetes and check out my latest drivel, Asleep at the Wheel. Thanks.

Baggage

Where the hell is Charlie's diabetes bag? Still in the car? By the snack bar? On the bench where we put on skates? Did I even bring it at all? Still at home in the kitchen? In the Sahara Desert? Are delinquents rummaging through it as we speak? I have no friggin' idea!

To read more of Baggage, hop on over to Blogabetes. Thanks.

"Charlie! Time For a Site Change!"

My Memoir in Six Words

Thanks for the tag, Kerri. Here's mine.

I Don't Know What I'm Doing by Ace Hotspray

If you enjoyed I Don't Know What I'm Doing, pick up some of Ace Hotspray's other six-worded memoirs including ...

I'm Totally Clueless About, Well, Everything
or

Sorry, I Still Don't Get It
or

the New York Times bestseller, Act Smart, Dummy. Pretend You Know.

Since I may have been the last one picked in this game of literary kickball, I'm taking the easy way out and tagging anyone who still wants to play.

D-Tour: Change for a Dollar

I was just reading Sandra's post over at Shot in the Dark. Damn you, diabetes! You make me mad! I thought we could all use a little laugh. Ever have trouble getting change for a dollar? This is one of my favorite Mr. Show skits. Warning: Some bad language toward the end of the skit.

The Sweet Sound of Seven

We've finally made it under 8.0. Check out Let's Hear It for the Boy over at Blogabetes. Thanks.

D-Tour: Heavenly Soda Bread

Something other than diabetes.

With St. Patrick's Day fast approaching, I would be remiss in my responsibility as a benevolent human being if I didn't share this with all the "foodies" out there.

For the most amazing Irish soda bread in the universe, you must check out William Mauceri Specialty Baking & Catering. Last year my family gobbled up every last crumb.

I'm ordering mine today.

His Guglhupf is also to die for. But to really do it right, you need to have your Guglhupf with Schlagobers. Say that three times.

Guglhupf with Schlagobers.
Guglhupf with Schlagobers.
Guglhupf with Schlagobers.

Co-workers giving me strange looks. Maybe shouldn't have done that out loud.