I really miss writing here. I lost my mojo for a while and I think I see it poking around the corner of the outhouse door, which is where I have been for quite a while. I do want to at least write about how life has treated me. It is not pretty I assure you. I thought I heard when life gives you eggs, make an omelet but I am afraid I left the shells in it. I am STILL unemployed. I love it, ha ha ha, I mean what is the big fucking deal anyways, who needs money? I have been busy though, I have been freelance writing (boring!) and writing, writing writing. My camera is never still and I have wayyy too many blogs to count. Why count them when I do not use them? You can call me lazy, that is fine. You can tell me I am not worth a shit, but don't waste your breath, I have already called myself that. Going on job interviews, whoa now there is some fun. I spent five hours at one company, FIVE HOURS!  They told me a month later they were not going to hire anyone. Duhhhhhh, stupid asses. Went to another place, very close to home and had a great interview, but nooooooo, they did not hire me. One month later they had another ad in the paper for the same damn job. Fuck em, I did not want to work there anyways.

Then I started noticing my fingernails were growing over the edge of my fingers. I mean straight over the edge pointing to the palm. Weird stuff, damn I should take pictures. A couple of months later my youngest grandchild, bless her little heart, informed me I was going bald. Damn I love that child. So here I sit, looking for work, writing for someone else's blogs, worrying about life and just basically being a veritable lump. My thirst starts growing, I mean it is bad. Thirsty as in water,  needed badly, and lots of it. Gallons I might say. I also cannot think very well, mind is as clear as mud, and I am starting to sleep during the day. Then (don't read any further if you are a wuss) I developed an itch. Yeah this itch was bigger than Godzilla, more than even Chuck Norris could deal with. Do I have to tell you where it was? I did not think so. Oh my god this itch took me beyond hell, I dug and scratched and peeled and dug some more and peeled like a third degree sunburn. I went to a clam doctor and was told I had no STD, no herpes or any other socially transmitted diseases, just old skin. Yes you heard me, old skin. I took the cream and the plunger home and started on what was a unsuccesful journey to healing. So I went to another doctor, telling him I think I am diabetic and voila, I am. Sugar will not even read on a meter, it was that high. Come to find out, I have been sick for quite a while and was close to a coma. That is why I am losing my hair and growing curled fingernails. I have to say, if I did not laugh I would curl into the fetal position and crying.  So I am trying to put the pieces together and start writing here at least as much as I can.




Love you guys
Not your typical old woman
Ettarose