Monday, September 26, 2011

116 Units

That's how many units of insulin I am up to today. The number will probably go up on Wednesday too. :( NPH=Long Acting R=Rapid Acting

Breakfast NPH: 32 units
Breakfast R: 24 units
Lunch R: 10 units
Dinner R: 18 units
Bedtime NPH: 32 units

I've started to believe it will never be under control

Sunday, September 25, 2011

I don't know who I love more...

My husband or my jeweler! OK, so my husband would totally win out, but Byrnes Jewelers is a close second.

Bowser and I have been married for 2 years tomorrow. I love that man to distraction, most of the time. ;) For the moment, I have forgotten all the times I could have strangled him. Because today he gave me my super secret anniversary present that we swore we wouldn't exchange this year. It was totally unexpected. But even more unexpected was how Byrnes Jewelers played along! Going so far as to do a mock survey, just to find out what I would really like. (They already knew of my love of amethyst)

Byrnes Jewelers is a husband and wife team, and I met the wife through Babycenter a few years ago. We bonded over our mutual love of all things Whovian. That would be Doctor Who, not Whoville. Doctor Who in Whoville would be really cool though... My first piece of jewelry from them was an Apsen leaf, that had been dipped in silver. I get compliments every time I wear it! I think I spammed my husband the link so he would get the hint that I wanted it.

Today, I wound up with a beautiful custom piece that Coleen took great care in making for me. My photos can not do justice to how beautiful they are in person.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Put A Tea Cozy On It

Do you read The Bloggess? My mommy board friends turned me onto her and her Giant Metal Chicken hijinks. She's awesome. Apparently she wrote a blog about circumcisions that I missed, but someone linked it to the board. I fell in love with her oh so true words:

Some people will say that they want their son’s penis circumcised (or uncircumcised) because otherwise "they’ll look weird" depending on whatever the parents are used to themselves. Newsflash: They all look weird. Because they're penises. And there's no amount of trimming, bedazzling, and tea-cozying that will change that.

Some people worry that their friends will judge their decision when they see them changing their kid’s diaper, and to that I'd say, "You probably shouldn't be friends with people who are checking out your baby’s penis.

Go ahead and admit it, who's thinking of a bedazzled penis now?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I have a new true love

Move over Bowser, it's all about Oikos. I love it so much, I might just change Yoshi's name! Oh, wait... That's another discussion.

So, I'm on insulin now. Knew that was coming. Doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm sick and tired of sticking myself with needles.

Friday, September 9, 2011

How Time Flies

I can't believe it's the 9th of September already. It doesn't feel like that long ago that Bowser (DH's new nickname) and I decided to start trying for #3! Honestly, it doesn't feel that long ago that Emmy was born. Or as she wants to be called now, Princess Daisy. (Let's see if I can remember that one?). She's going to be 6 in 31 days. :(

Sunday, September 4, 2011

This was a blog on It's also a post that every mom needs to read!!!

09 · 04 · 2011

Wake the Fuck Up

Of course you have heard of the book, Go the Fuck to Sleep. I would like to suggest a follow up, inspired by my husband…


The dishes are washed, everything tidy in its place
The leftovers boxed up, my dear, and the counters wiped away
I’ve asked you six times, don’t make me say it again
Please, for the love of God
Just empty the fucking trash can.


You work hard and need your rest
I do know that and care
But you slept all night and napped three times
You’ve more than gotten your share
It’s time to awake and get on with the day
Wake the fuck up already, you hear me OK?


You’ve been flipping for an hour
But have yet to pick a show
Could you be more annoying?
The answer is no.
Surrender the remote, I’ll ask one last time
or I’m kicking you out, on your fucking behind.


The day is getting dim
Soon it will be night
I can’t see a thing, my love
You have to know I’m right
I’m not as tall as you so I need your larger height
Would it kill you change that fucking hall light?


I know you feel sick but I do as well
My nose is stuffy too
and my throat sore as hell
Please stop complaining
It’s just a little cold
So shut up and cope
You’re not that fucking old


I love you so much
I value what you say
But now I’m trying to sleep
And you’re keeping me awake
For the last time, my sweet,
I just don’t give a crap.
Enough already, really
Just shut your fucking pie trap.


I’m laying in bed, desperately needing my rest
You’ve been sleeping for hours
Happily passed out on your chest,
How are you so loud, I really don’t know
But if you don’t fucking stop snoring,
You’re gonna have to go.


Is this too much to ask,
from the man I adore?
I really don’t get why I’m so easy to ignore.
Start listening to me, that’s all there is to it.
Oh, and the dog needs a walk
Just fucking do it.