Candy Memories

You know how there are little things that will always remind you of someone? Like every time I see a greyhound or something with a greyhound on it, I think of my friend Natalie. Whenever I see anchors or nautical-themed things, I think of my cruise-loving mother in law.

When I see certain candies, I think of my dad. My dad was a fan of hard candies. He had four favorite kinds of hard candies: Peppermints, lemon drops, cinnamons and Horehounds (brown candies that have a unique flavor that reminded me of licorice and root beer).

They’re the kind of candies that you find in the paper bag packages at the Cracker Barrel country store. The ones with very distinct and very different flavors. Continue reading

The Year of Fives

Yesterday was my 5th anniversary at my job current company. That means I’ve turned in 1300 time sheets.

If you’ve been following me for awhile, you may have noticed that the spring and summer time bring several acknowledgements of anniversaries. This year, those dates mark five years.

You see, 2011 was the year that everything in my life changed. It’s a year when a lot about who I am as a person was defined, and it all happened in a very short period of time. Continue reading

If You Aren’t Flexible, You’ll Break

If you aren’t flexible, you’ll break.

That’s what my mother said when I called to explain the changes in our Christmas plans.

We’ve been planning for months on having Christmas at our new house with some of both or our extended families. There would be 11 people at our house for dinner and a nice time was to be had. We’d gotten all of the food, determined the best configuration of the dining room to seat 11 people, planned the schedule to spend a little time with my relatives, a little time with Brad’s and some time with all of us together. Then it all changed.

In the same day, I had two phone calls that led to my conversation with my mom about being flexible. One of my relatives dropped out. Then it was determined that Brad’s mom wouldn’t be able to make the drive up to our house since she’s recovering from surgery. So, we changed our plans. My mom and her husband came over on Christmas Eve, spent the night and had Christmas morning with them. Then we packed up all of the food that we got, took it down to Brad’s parents’ house and I made Christmas dinner for 8 people. I’m pretty proud of the meal I made.

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When You Think I’m On My Phone

A few years ago a relative made a comment about how much someone in the family hated it when people were on their phones at holiday gatherings. Unfortunately our world is to the point that we live through a screen, and yes it’s nice to put the phone down and engage.

When I’m Not On My Phone

But here’s my problem, people think I’m on my phone a lot when I’m actually not touching my phone. Because people aren’t observant, many people think my PDM is a phone. I was actually at a business dinner and was bolusing for my meal when an ignorant associate cracked a joke about my funky phone. I don’t share my diabetes with clients yet this guy (who was from a 3rd party vendor) would think that this clunky thing is a phone and would call attention to what I’m doing. I simply assume he’s insecure.

But the fact of the matter is that these devices I carry with me all look like phones. They’re all rectangular and have screens. I glance at my Dexcom and people think I’m glancing at a phone. When I bolus for a meal, people think I’m texting. When one of my devices beeps or buzzes people think I’m getting messages, or ask the annoying, “Who’s beeping?” question.

I keep my PDM at the table with me for meals like Thanksgiving and Christmas when I think I’ll need to take more insulin later and I don’t want to be rude and leave the table.

I’m not on my phone, I’m just doing what I need to do to not die, so just… calm down.

With that said, I’d love to be able to only have my phone at the table with me and do everything that I need to do from it. Now I can check my Dexcom from my phone, someday I’ll be able to bolus from it too.

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Our First House: A Love Story

I feel like everything with our first house, now known as the Pelham house, was tied together with love. Allow me to explain…

For me, the house was love at first sight. We were set up with a realtor to view a house one evening and he sent over a bunch of listings and asked if we’d like to set up viewings with any other homes. I sorted through the ones that Brad had marked “good” as well as the ones he’d marked “meh.” Pelham was marked “meh,” but I loved it, specifically I loved the peaked roof and the fact that it just looked happy. The realtor got us in. When we saw it, we knew.

We put in an offer when the home had been on the market for only 14 days. The day after we put in an offer, we went to the wedding of two of our friends. Continue reading