Let’s start here: My life is strange. None of my stories sound like they’re normal and I’ve come to just expect weirdness and complication and just roll with it.
Several years ago, my dad died. I was just embarking on the incredible adventure of adulthood – which for me included getting married, a period of not having an address, starting a career and nearly dying. A few days after I was released from the hospital, my dad lost his battle with cancer. I sometimes wonder if he held on just to make sure I was okay. My life may look like smooth sailing on Instagram sometimes, but it’s had a lot of ups and downs and a few tunnels I almost didn’t make it out of.
My mom eventually started dating, which was weird. She found a nice man and married him. When you boil it all down, he’s my stepfather. But that feels really weird to say. In my head, you get a step-parent as a child and then keep them through adulthood. When you’re already grown up and your mom marries someone, you get a Keith. Okay, I got a “Keith,” you may get a “Bob” or “Jim” or whoever. He’s a guy who is married to my mom and he’s part of the family. For us, it seems to work really well. My siblings and I call him by his first name and my nieces and nephews call him “Opa.”
But to someone outside of our family or who don’t know the history, it’s hard to explain a Keith. Continue reading →
Women’s and girls clothes need pockets. Real ones, you know that you can actually put things in. Right now pockets are being touted as special features in some women’s clothing, when in fact they should be standards. Until clothing designers catch up with that need demand we’re stuck working around the problem by sewing pockets into our dresses, making pocket garters for under dresses, or using a handy invention like MyPhonePouch.
I had the opportunity to connect with Allison, the mother behind the brilliant invention call MyPhonePouch, and learn more about her product as well as give her feedback on ways that it could be used by people with diabetes. Allison gave me my very own pouches to try out – one in each size: small, medium and large.
I was able to attend JDRF NEO’s Type One Nation Summit this year and it was refreshing to be in rooms full of people who deal with the same things I do. I don’t have much in-person contact with other people who have type 1 so I often feel like the weird one in the room.
This year’s keynote speaker was mountain climber Will Cross. Will has climbed mountains on every continent, walked to the North Pole, walked to the South Pole and submitted Everest – all while living with type 1 diabetes. It was an inspiring speech. I tweeted some highlights from the DiabetesMine account. Continue reading →
There are two things that people are self conscious about when asked to remove their socks in someone’s home 1. Foot odor and 2. Holey socks. The MP Team has a solution to the first (and kind of to the second when you think about it). Magic Socks are “the world’s best ordorless socks,” they’re infused with silver, copper and zinc which have antibacterial properties and keep the socks from getting that dirty gym sock smell that everyone has tried to forget from high school phys ed class.
As the warmer months are upon us and many of us look to the great outdoors as our gym (hiking, biking, walking, etc) the idea of sweaty, smelly feet is even more concerning, so having a solution seems like – well – magic.
But how magical are these socks? Do they really work?
I tested them out for 7 days of normal use (no crazy marathons or anything) to see if they would start to smell. Although I don’t recommend going a week without washing your socks (nor I I plan to again), I was pleasantly surprised with the results. My findings are below. (If you’re just here for the giveaway, keep on scrolling.)
I was hesitant to feature this project because it’s so similar to the dressers that I redid recently. But why not?!
When you adopt a pet, you adopt the need for a lot of stuff. When we got Stella we had to get a bunch of stuff for her care and keeping. Treats of course, but also nail clippers, a leash, waste bags for walks, grooming wipes, car seat cover, car riding harness and cold-weather gear since the little fur she has is short and she gets very cold, very quickly.
All this stuff needs to live somewhere and for us, it needed to be near the back door. Rather than buying a new table, I grabbed Brad’s old night stand that had been stored in the basement.