Happy Birthday Uncle Haley!

The Monkey says "Happy Birthday, cu-cu-cachoo"

We tried this morning to record you a special birthday message. This was our best effort. Sorry it's lame. At least Elliott has cooties and boogers on his face - that should count for something, right?




Thanks for being a good sister and Auntie and being crazy with the little monkey. And for always telling me about things I'm supposed to remember but don't, but never remembering things I'm sure happened, but probably didn't.

Blog Stalking

Over the weekend, some of Ross' family was in town from out of state. We had a great time spending a good chunk of the weekend with them - at least when i wasn't at home curled in a ball on my bed thinking that I might be dying. Like Cameron in Ferris Beuhler's day off. Remember? Cameron is sick in bed and tells Ferris that he's dying and Ferris says, "You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do". Well, I wasn't dying, and I thought of a million better things to do, but lying in my bed with a good book that led to a long nap? That was heaven for my ankles, my blood pressure, and me.

Anyway

On Sunday night we had a brief discussion about Face Book. I de-activated my FB account after about 3 months of wasting time on the site. I only had 50 friends, most of whom I was related to or talked to all the time anyway, and I was getting sucked in to the stupidity of it all - checking out people I went to high school with to see if they were fat, or losers, or successful; spying on the women of my neighborhood to see how many of them were pregnant, that sort of thing. And - it was such a waste of time (for me). Spending hours surfing through lists of people....Oh the webs we weave, right?

At the same time I dumped FB, my husband went full steam ahead. Hundreds of friends, many of which he probably never exchanged more than a few words with ever. Lots of girls from high school - go figure - and people from the Olympics, etc. He's even friends with some of the MOMS of kids he went to school with (wrong on so many levels, right?).

That's not the point - the point is....

while on FB, I found the mother lode. I found the blogs of a couple people I went to high school with - who of course link to everyone else I went to high school with and for the last couple of months, I regularly spy on these people weekly.

It's embarrassing.

I cannot stop.

Why is it so much fun, and so interesting, to secretly look through the peephole to other peoples lives? People we know, but don't really know? People we haven't seen for years and don't really care about at all.

I don't know.

I suppose it's time to delete the bookmarks and quit looking.

but it's just so much fun.

what about the rest of you? Do you blog stalk?

"a picture of me doing"

I mentioned last week that we got a new-to-us flip video camera. It's a hit with the two year old who has decided to start talking and doing tricks just so that I'll film him and then turn the camera around and let him watch.

Here are a few of our latest video adventures from the week.

maybe the greatest song ever

Ross always thinks he can pick out music for me. Generally - he strikes out.

case in point - some crap band named OAR.

Ross likes bands with names like, "Wolf mother". I like bands with names like, "iron and wine".

For the last few months, that husband of mine has been on a Killers kick. All killers all the time. Yes, he's a few years late but he is in finance.

Me? I prefer background sleepy time music and what my sister and I call wuss rock.

I heart Guster and the thunder god.

I digress.

The boy I married brought a new cd home with him this weekend. He insisted that I would LOVE IT! and mentioned a track in particular.

Track numero quatro.

It's freaking awesome.

My new theme song.

the band?

Say Hi (to your mom)

The song?

November was white, december was gray.

The best line ever?

I'll feel better when the winter's gone.

me too.

take a listen.

enjoy!

3 years

Three years ago this July, I was diagnosed with the bedes. I suppose you could say that the Monkey save my life in a way. His impending arrival, and all the blood tests associated brought with them a great revelation. Years of not feeling well finally explained. Hundreds of afternoons of standing in the pantry binging on crap as fast as possible resolved.

Annie is a diabetic.

Duh!

I'd been going to my doctor complaining of such symptoms only to be dismissed for years. I wasn't anemic. My heart didn't have a murmur. My kidneys were not failing.

Yes.

In the months before said Monkey was born, learning how to deal with diabetes was a bit difficult, but I managed. Things were figured out, shots were given, and life moved on.

Last summer, with a 10 lb weight loss and chasing an active little fart around all day, every day - my diabetes were so under control that I was almost insulin free.

Then the squirt happened.

the bedes? no longer under control.

I use two kinds of insulin. Lantus, a long-acting, stay in your system for 24 hrs insulin and Novolog, a short 2 hour burst insulin for meals.

Last July, I was doing 10 units of Lanuts and maybe 30 units of Novolog a day. Not bad.

2 months ago, I was doing 40-50 units of Lanuts a day and maybe 50 units of Novolog.

All was well.

In the last 5 days things are crazy. So crazy that in an absolute panic yesterday I realized that i didn't have enouhg insulin to get me through the weekend and that my prescrptions cannot be refilled for two more weeks. After some frantic phone calls to my doc and the pharmacy - things are better. There is light at the end of the drug-dependent tunnel.

Why so frantic? Because, in the last 5 days I'm now doing over 100 units of lantus a day and 150 units of novolog. I'm close to tripling what I needed just a week ago.

and the numbers are still climbing.

quickly.

good thing the squirt will be here soon. My drug habit is getting expensive and taking a lot of room in my fridge.