Sunday, January 8, 2012

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Momtime #3: I feel blue!

Oh, Cherise Shockley - the genius ideas you have! She brought us DSMA (Twitter chats! Live! Blog carnivals!) and Blue Fridays. Blue Fridays, you ask? What are those? From the Facebook page, which you should join:
Blue Fridays is an initiative to bring attention to World Diabetes Day, and to advocate and bring awareness for diabetes and the people living with it. Diabetes is more than a national issue; it's a world epidemic. This year, I want to rally the diabetes community to celebrate World Diabetes Day and Diabetes Awareness Month by asking people to wear blue every Friday during the Month of November and on World Diabetes Day (November 14). Please help spread the word and upload a picture of you or a loved one wearing blue. 

This November, as stated in that little snippet, we were all invited to upload pictures of ourselves and/or our loved ones wearing blue on Fridays. I was psyched and managed to upload a pic for each one! (I even painted my nails blue!) What I didn't know was that doing so entered me into a prize drawing. And. I. Won. I never win! But I did this time, and it was a fantastic gift. I was SO excited about it, I managed to unwrap it to go through the goodies before I took a picture of the pretty giftbasket all done up. Still, these are the goodies I won:

Look at all the carby and poetry goodness!

Belated thanks - but HUGE and grateful thanks nonetheless - to Cherise, DSMA, and Blue Fridays!

And, for good measure, these are my Blue Friday pics (posts are linked above):

 








Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Glad you could join us, Dexcom V

After the untimely death of Dexcom IV, I'm grateful to have my little friend back.

You've been missed, CGM.

Dexcom V, we few, we happy few, we band of PWD brothers are glad to have you with us. Diabetes is a bitch of a battle, and your rousing cry to fight onward can be just the thing to keep me going.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'


Sunday, January 1, 2012

WELCOME, 2012.

There's just something about the calendar change that makes me stop and pause - looking over the past year is important, to see where you were and how you got to where you are. But I feel like I'm always reflective and spend a solid chunk of time thinking about the past. (In fact, some might say I'm a bit preoccupied with it, as I have a wicked sentimental streak - you should see my impressive collection of ticket stubs and summer camp mail!)

In my heart of hearts, though, I'm a planner. I like to look ahead, to plot out my bearings so I can have a direction to move toward. This can be a good thing (healthy babies, savings for job transitions, plenty of extra toilet paper in the house), but it can also be a super pain-in-the-ass (the last thing we can control is the future - that old saw about making God laugh by telling him you have a plan is an old saw for a reason). Still, I can't help but do it.

So I look forward, and there's so much coming up it's easy to do: we're moving soon, L is growing by leaps and bounds, B has exciting work stuff going on, a dear friend is juuuuust about to have her little boy...lots of headlines happening. But the headlines are almost the easy things, aren't they? Joy about your daughter learning to crawl or walk, cheerleading for your oh-so-loved husband's accomplishments, warm fuzzies for a friend's growing family - looking forward to these things is a complete no-brainer. It's the minutiae I drown in. Planning for the move, packing the boxes, worrying about head control and teething fevers, writing lists for babyproofing, prepping for my first solo week with the kiddo while B's out of town for work, developing plans of attack so I can visit the new arrival in the hospital and hug his mama... I get so mired in the details that I rarely enjoy the headlines. But those broad strokes of perfection are really the point and, well, I seem to be missing it.

Know thyself, they say. And I know I'll never truly move past the minutiae. That's just who I am. I'll focus on all that nitty gritty, I'll have an agenda of the traditional new year resolutions for self-improvement (eff you, A1c), I'll plot things to a ridiculous degree. But my one real resolution for the year - the one that I'll use as a mantra, whispered to myself when I find I've gone a bit off my intended path for 2012 - is going to be focusing on those headlines, embracing the marquee events, singing praises for the big picture.

So I look toward the new year with eagerness - it's a blank notebook, after all, with gorgeous clean pages, all ready to be filled in with a life lived well. And rest assured I'll be writing in all caps, leaving no room for tiny print or footnotes.

Happy New Year everyone. May it bring good things to you and yours.