When Taking Control Scares the Mama...

It was my night off. I don't get them often... Maybe once every other week or so. The reason behind that is an entire blog post in itself, so I'll save it for later. Justin tested his BG before bed and he was 189, a tad high, but he had about .40u still on board from the strawberry dessert he had at his Nonie's house; so I let him go and told the hubby to set his alarm for 1:30. By all rights, this IOB should have landed him right above 150.

In the night, sometime after 3am (it was actually 3:45am I found later) I feel the hubby jump out of bed. This can only mean he slept through his alarm. Thankfully, so we thought, Justin was sittin pretty with a BG of 145.

The next morning Justin drops the bomb...
"Before I fell asleep last night, I checked my blood and it was 49. I had some Skittles and a Hershey Nugget."

Silence(insert birds tweeting and my heart breaking into 1000 pieces)...

"Thank you for taking care of that, buddy, what time was it?"...

"I don't know", he says.

Looking back in the meter logbook it was a few minutes after midnight.

I don't think about the "what ifs" that much anymore. 5 1/2 years into this T1 journey, we just roll with whatever is thrown our way, but ever since that... I'm scared all over again.

Part of me is extremely mad that Anthony slept through that alarm. Angry that I can't even take one night off without worry. ONE! The thoughts of what if Justin didn't handle it on his own won't leave me... what if... what would he have found at 3:45?

I am so thankful Justin has started taking control and I am proud that he knows how to handle his care. But all I could do, besides praise him for a job well done (he was sitting pretty at 145 after all) and thank him for letting me know what happened, was remind him that no matter what time it is... he can come get me so that I can check him again to make sure he's safe.

I could not imagine the alternative. Praying all of out sweet children sleep safe.

For the Record...

Let me share a little bit about myself...

Overall, from the outside looking in, I am a happy-go-lucky positive person. I'm goofy and I have a habit of befriending those who just happen to be sitting beside me. I speak up as the voice of reason and, even if do not agree, I always try to see all points of view and even stick up for the person(s) who are not there to do it for themselves.

I do, from time to time, love to people watch, but it is all in good fun I promise (shame on me, I know).

I enjoy volunteering and I have taught my kids the value of doing the same. I also ALWAYS do my best to offer a few kind, uplifting words to anyone who needs it. However, if I just don't have it in me that day... I am considerate enough to walk away or click the "X" in the upper right hand corner of the screen.

That is me, on the outside... in short!

From the inside I am full of worry... I haven't always been this way on the inside. At one time, my inside mimicked the outside and all of its happy-filled, smiley silliness. That side of me still breaks free from time to time, but something happened when Justin was just a baby, and then another and another. Along with that came worry as diagnosis after diagnoses was brought to our attention.

These days...

My heart breaks, just a little, every time I watch Justin have a seizure. I can relive them in my head, over and over, at anytime and without warning.

My heart breaks, just a little, every time he has a low. Knowing what diabetes has the potential of doing comes rushing to the forefront of my mind and I can't help but wonder if I could have done something, anything, to avoid it.

My heart breaks, just a little, every time he's high. Man, is he going to throw up? How can I get his belly to stop hurting? Maybe I should have changed his sight sooner.

My heart breaks, just a little, every time he looks sad. The look on his face is etched in my mind for unsolicited instant replay.

Justin won't know how I am feeling on the inside because I hide it. I lie with a straight face(or maybe a goofy one). From the outside, we fix it, forget it and move on. But on the inside, there is a mental toll that comes along with all he faces. That part is unavoidable sometimes; no matter how positive you make yourself out to be... you are also human.

Yesterday I made a comment on one of Hallie's post. I made reference to the fact that I think the stuff that our kids deal with IS a big deal to them. THEY are the ones on the sidelines testing and treating lows. I said that "Mentally. Emotionally. It is  big deal." I would Never say that to Justin, but lets face it, their friends don't exactly sit around waiting for them. Even if our kids don't expect them to, it still kind of sucks. This is MY opinion and I shared it.

The toll of being "different" has become more and more evident as Justin gets older. The challenges now are different than they were when he was 7 or 8. He sees more, he hears more and he knows more. It doesn't matter how good we are at being positive... he has his own thoughts. It doesn't matter how much we act as if "its no big deal"... this isn't easy for him. Part of his life, yes, but not exactly easy.

I suppose as each year passes we will face a new or different set of challenges, not only medically, but normal teenage/growing up challenges too. Some of which will be magnified by the medical stuff; that is just simple fact. I have no doubts that we will still have many triumphs, as we do now, but that will not change the fact that the challenges need attention too. That's just life in general, right?

Anyways,  back to the comment on Hallie's post...
There was a response to my comment... a kind of insulting one actually.  

I was judged and it kind of pissed me off. There was assumptions made about how I feel about Justin's diabetes. You shouldn't judge what you do not know. This holds true for everyone.

It was said  that "he can participate, be involved and be valued by society regardless of the condition". WTH?!?! What makes this person think that he isn't a valued part of society already? 

I can assure you he/we are already a valued part of society... we are alive aren't we? I can assure you we live in a happy house. We laugh and joke and do fun family stuff. We are silly. I torture Justin by taking him shopping and making him do chores(I know, I am a terrible mother). We are close. We are encouraging. We are supportive. We also have to face diabetes and epilepsy along with some other stuff... and that IS a big deal, no matter how hard I try to pretend its not.

 

More than D Mom...

"What do I stand for, what do I stand for,

most nights, I don't know, anymore...

~Some Nights by Fun

More than a DMom, AM I? Some days I don't know. Some days I feel like guilt and worry have taken over all of my being. They've consumed me. They have become my shadow.

After all, its not me that I will hurt if I screw this up. And even though I doubt he would ever place the blame on me, I would surly consume all of it.

I was 31 when Justin was dx'd. At the time I was the 1st VP(in charge of fundraising) for the PTA. I scrapbooked as a hobby and even made a little money doing it. I made all of my teachers gifts, I KNEW when teacher appreciation week was, I stayed on top of things(except maybe the laundry... I was never good at that), I had my shit together. I was lippy and spunky. I loved photography and always had my camera with me.


Today... I'm older than 31. I feel 41! I am still lippy, for sure, but I haven't touched a scrapbook in who knows how long. The only camera I carry is on my phone- in which I carry around by a death grip, ready to look up carb rates and communicate numbers. I have become really good at hiding emotions. I keep a straight face, even when my insides are screaming. I do this for Justin's sake. This burden is not for him to carry right now... he will have plenty of time for that later. I can see the toll this new life has taken on my face. I can see the worry in my eyes when I look in the mirror. I can assure you, as long as I live, that worry will be there whether I want it to be or not. 

Sometimes, I don't think people consider all the extras that come along with diabetes. Dealing with schools, strains on marriages, other children and friendships. Very few of us can say we didn't loose a friend or two through all of this. I understand that friendships come and go naturally at times, but when you are hurting over something so significant, so life altering... the pierce of loosing a friend hurts a whole lot more.

Some say that you should just do what you have to and move on. They say that I need to put "me" first. If you have the ability to do that... great! I certainly commend you, but I don't think that's a one size fits all solution. Some of us, choose to dive in head first and submerse ourselves in knowledge. Some choose advocacy as a way to give back or even cope. Some of us feel that by taking the burden for as long as we can will somehow help our children not burn out. And some of us have children, so young, that we don't have much option but living our life around all that D demands. It sucks, at times, but we choose to be that involved. We do this because we think, hope or pray that it will make a difference for their future. I, for one, don't feel that there is anything wrong with that.

But back to the question... Am I? Am I more that what I have become since D came into our lives 4 1/2 years ago? There was a time when my answer would have been no. There was a time when I was all alone. Lost. Swimming in numbers and medical supplies. However, time and new friendships have healed the open wounds. They are now scars; and though they may still be visible and sore... They are healing.

For me, going back to work has been both a blessing and a curse. On one hand it is my escape from the 24-7 that diabetes requires. I was forced to hand over some of the work load, which gives me a break, however, along with with handing it over, comes more guilt and more worry. Because I am not there.

Working also hinders being able to advocate for Justin's needs at school. More guilt. This has proven to be my most difficult challenge. The school, UGH! That is all I will say about that.

For me, working is a necessary inconvenience. Though I am grateful for my job, and I even like it, I didn't choose to go back to work. I wish I could have prolonged the inevitable a while longer, but D, that rotten, stinkin, no good, D... choose my fate for me. D is not cheep. Just another "extra" that comes along with diabetes.

Still the question remains...  Am I more than DMom? Sure! I am Justin's mom and Leighanna's mom. I am a work at home mom too. So I guess there is more mom to me than just D. It just seems that D is my most unruly of the bunch!



**This post is the brainchild of the uber awesome Hallie Addington, the “More than a D Mom” series. Posts will continue throughout this week and maybe even next week.

You can see Hallie's post from day one here.

And then be sure to check out the dangerously fabulous, Meri's post from day two here.

Up next, a DMom full of Candy Hearts, Wendy, will hosting the "More than A DMom" series. Be sure to pop on over tomorrow to read Wendy's take on things.

Finding time...

You’re writing the story of your life one moment at a time.

~Doc Childre and Howard Martin

 I was chatting with a friend tonight about all the different opportunities there are to get involved in the DOC. There are like 1 million Facebook groups(literally), twitter(which I suck at), chats, conferences, DSMA, JDRF etc...

Then I made a comment... "I NEED to get back into blogging; I can feel myself sinking".

For some time I have been saying "I need to start blogging again, but I just don't have time". Life as a working mom doesn't leave a whole lot of time for blogging. But ya know, this was my diary. Granted, there's no key to lock it up before I hide it under my bed; anyone can read it, but it is where I wrote about my fears and my victories. It's where I found help and friendship through a dark time. It's where I could be silly and be me.

I miss having that outlet and I can feel the weight pushing down on me with out it. That kind of scares the crap out of me - I never liked that dark place.

From of the Mouth of yours truly...

-"Do you want some help with that or would you prefer to sit there and cuss about it a little longer?"

-"I prefer to talk to people on the phone; you can't make faces at people when they're standing in front of you".

-"You don't give me chills, your getting on my nerves and it's making me twitch".


-"That's kickin it back 80's style when we use to lay down on the bed to button our jeans".

-"You just use me to dispose of your pickle".


-"What, you a little out of touch with women's undergarment's?!?!"

-"Those six beers are kind of suckin ass right now, aren't they?"

Wazzup Wednesday...

A little of this and a little of that!

Welcome to Wazzup Wednesday... WAZZUP everybody!?!?!?!
Can you believe that I have not posted a Wazzup Wednesday since July of 2011... Wazzup whit dat? I might need to go check again because that just seems cray cray!!

Anyways, lets get on with it; a few things happening around here... 


- I was GOING to do this Wazzup Wednesday as an entire vlog. I just spent more than an hour trying to edit a video, but now my head just hurts. I don't understand why I cant get them to "merge"(What program do people use?? ). There was some funny stuff in there too! No poking meat funny or anything, but I do make some wacky faces when I talk. 

Here's a little something ... if it will play.

-GUESS WHAT!!! Somebody(?!?!?) nominated me for a Wego Heath, Hilarious Health Activist Award... shut the front door!!! Seriously, thank you to the one somebody who thinks I'm hilarious ;)

You can still nominate your favorite blogs by going to www.wegohealth.com. 

-Don't forget that there is a reason behind all the daily post... 

I am still mid NaBloPoMo challenge for the month of October. I hope you aren't completely sick of me, yet.

-The last couple things I am going to let the video talk about; I have to post something after sitting in here and talking to myself for so long... please be nice as I don't know how to edit out stupid parts. 

Sunday Night Confessions...

Just in case you don't know... Sunday night confessions will be short, some silly, some serious once a month-ish confession post to clear the mind. I don't intend for this to become a heavy post, but who knows... It will just depend on the mood. Since it may stick around for a while, I suppose I should make a sassy little header for it (I stole the one above off Google). Maybe I can get around to that tomorrow.

Let the confessing begin... 
-Last night we watched The Avengers; WAY better than my last movie choice. Captain America is a hottie and the body on Thor isn't all that terrible to look at either.

-D Mama fail...Today when I went to bolus Justin for lunch, I got the bolus canceled tune. He only had 4 units left in his pump and I was trying to bolus him for 5. I had to go all back in the day and whip out the syringe since he was already shoveling the food in.

-I have to admit that since I've been working from home it's been a little "bra optional" around here. I do wear cami's with built in bras and stuff, but going all "free" is not like me. The hubs has noticed and made a comment; this is my response... (just ignore that 315)
    

This is the kind of shit my husband has to deal with. He didn't respond BTW. So not fun!

-Back to that 315. Justin was fine at breakfast, 80's I think, then 315 at lunch. By the time snack/PE rolled around... 

Lets also just ignore that request for french onion dip, k.

419?!@? What the shit? Anthony questioned whether or not I changed his site, to be honest... I'm questioning it myself, but I would NEVER admit that. 

Wait, I sure hope he doesn't read this. 

Well, it is this D mama's night off, so I'm outie. What do you confess?

Sunday Night Confessions...

I want to start something new. New for me anyways. Sunday night confessions will be short, some silly, some serious once a month-ish confession post to clear the mind. I don't intend for this to become a heavy post, but who knows... It will just depend on the mood. 

Here we go...

-We were sitting down to watch a movie and Justin asked me to turn up the volume; not paying attention, because I was trying to get settled, I blindly hit the button a couple of times. Justin then says "mom, can you go up one more... I like the volume to be even". As in... the level cant be on 19... I need it on 20 cuz 20 is even. O_o OMGEEEE, he is way to much like his ... er... um... Dad. Yeah, like his dad... that's it. A little OCD is normal-ish, right?

-Today my flat iron broke. This is devastating to a girl with a frizzy fro, okay. I tried to go all old days and iron it with my Black and Decker, but it didn't work. I was lookin a hot mess for a trip to the mall and a birthday party. 

-I watched "What to Expect when your Expecting"... it kinda sucked. I had higher hopes. The best thing about it was the cheese dip I made myself; except when I went to check Justin... the dog helped himself. Damn mutt!! 

-Did I tell you about my flat iron??

-I miss having the time to read blogs... hell, I miss having the time to blog. Every time I try, I pass out, sitting straight up with the computer on my lap. No joke!

-I have no sympathy what.so.ever for people who complain about their lack of sleep. To the point when I might be occasionally kind of rude about it.  Husband, friends, family... no one is exempt from my cheep attempt at the Reyna eye roll. Oh yeah, I go there.

Okay, one last one... 

Since I started working at home, I no longer have that LONG drive into the office, by myself, to think. I hated that long as drive, but now I kinda miss it. I didn't overly like the mascara mess, but I think it cleared up a little of the jumbled up mess that was clogging up in there. I realized this the other day when I took a shower in the kids bathroom. It's dark in there with the black shower curtain and no one can see me. I lost it. I might have to clear my head in there from time to time... their water pressure is better than mine anyways.                                                                   

Here's to a fabulous week!! What do you confess?

Further Explanation...

I just wanted to add a little explanation to yesterdays post...

I probably should have mentioned that what I copied over from Scott's blog was only part of his story. It was a small part of a whole post that happened to get to me when I read it(Sorry Scott). 

I would also like to throw out that I am not a crazy mess. For the most part... I AM okay with our daily grind. Justin is happy and neither of us spend our afternoons at a poor pitiful me party crying our eyes out. We do ignore diabetes in our life until its time to deal with it throughout the day(or night). But no matter what you wish... sometimes it can get the best of the best of us. And the main point was that... it's okay.

Having a rough couple of days doesn't mean I choose to live in sadness. It doesn't mean that I drag Justin down with me... I certainly do not. My feelings are not, nor will they ever be, his burden to carry. They are my own.
It just means I need to get it out in order to keep truckin. It's how I re-boot. It helps ME to get all MY bottled up emotion out. It helps ME stay positive for Justin and lift him up when diabetes stops playing fair.


I think this time of year is somewhat tough for me because this is when it all started. I can look back at pictures from 4 years ago and visably see the weightloss that should have been a clue to what was coming... but I didn't see it. So pile that on top of the vomiting due to a high bg's and broken pudding promises(whole other story)
among a few other things and it got to me; and for a short time I allowed it.

Now I can move on.

Part of the life...

I've been chugging along through life pretty smoothly if I do say so myself. D has taken as much of a back seat as it possibly can. Since I've gone back to work, Anthony had to take over a bit of the daytime D care(now if he would only take over the night). When school was in... the nurse would just text me, so I don't think he has felt the full force of it until Justin went to camp this summer and had to start calling him for snacks and lunch. And with all the ice skating and tae kwon do... we had a time getting Justin's bg's to stay up. I need to buy stock in Juicy Juice, for real.


I really thought I was doing well. Just shy of 4 years into this beast and I told myself that I had a handle on my emotions. But I still cracked.


My child throws up over a high blood sugar and I'm back to that guilt ridden mom, who wishes she could make it all better somehow. I read Scott Johnson's post and I blubbered like a baby. 


Over this...


"When my time comes, I want you to celebrate that I don’t have to do this exhausting diabetes thing anymore. I will finally have some peace from the constant attack that diabetes forces into every waking (and sleeping) second of my life. I will finally be able to rest, without worry about my blood sugar, food, insulin, exercise, guilt of imperfect control, or when diabetes will sneak a punch through my defenses.


I live tired. No. I live exhausted. I think it may be fair to say that all of us with type 1 diabetes live exhausted. There are but two ways to relieve that exhaustion.


I wait patiently for a cure (I have not lost faith), but we can only hang on for so long."




How can that not hit you in the gut? Is this the way Justin will feel when he's lived 15 years of his life with diabetes? He will be 22 then, ya know. Only 22. 


I don't want him to live exhausted. 


Do I DO enough now to take away some of the exhaustion?


I don't want him to be one of the pre-authorization I see every day with a diagnosis of complications from diabetes. Every time I see it... I find myself looking up at the age of the member. 


Do I do enough to ensure that he will be healthy when he is my age? By then, Diabetes will have consumed 27 years of his life(Stop trying to calculate that... I'm only 29). 


Sometimes I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. I feel like every decision is a guessing game. I'm playing guessing games with my child's life. It's not right.  


I have been this way for two days. Feeling of guilt consuming me at times. 


How dare I, I suppose? How dare I when there's so much to be thankful for and so many others going through far more than I(SCL).


I think its important for me to have these days. I think it helps me let it out and stand tall to take the beast head on. I don't think of it as "fuss or hysterics or histrionics" ... I think of it as human. And I am okay with that. 

Reminders...

As I sit here watching my sweet 11 year old son lie in my bed, clutching his Build-a-bear, and feeling horribly sick to his stomach... I am reminded about how quickly things can change.

Just yesterday, we were feeling somewhat on top of things. With our 3 month report card results coming in at a consistent(<-- word used by the doc) 6.7, we went on with out normal routine. Justin happened not to go to camp today because he went to his math tutor... guess its a good thing since Leighanna comes into the room while I'm working to tell me Justin is throwing up and not feeling good at all.

WHAT?

-"What's his bg?"

-"377"

-"have him come here"

In between calls I tell a poor pitiful looking Justin, who is literally dragging himself like a sloth, to go test his ketones and come back. ~large~

*sigh*

Were going to do this Reyna style... A day in the life of large ketones and site changes in between calls and pre-authorizing a colonoscopy. And feeling thankful that I work from home to do it.

Now if only I had her ab's.

The Great FFL Crash mostly in captions...

Regardless of the challenges that D throws my way... I can only be thankful for the great friendships that are in my life because of it. 

I had a great weekend! I didn't REALLY crash FFL... I just popped in for a visit because I wasn't able to take the whole week off to attend the conference(holiday weekend + new job + bottom of the food chain = work for yours truly). Its okay though; as much as would have loved to go, I didn't miss one of the most important parts... meeting some of my fav D-Mamas and the bonus... a couple of the awesome T1's I stalk.

I didn't get there until Friday night. As I was checking in, I saw a familiar face...  

Heather and I have not seen each other IRL since we hung                   out in Chicago together, so it was great to give her a big hug.We all headed up to our rooms to get ready for a little dip  in the pool meet up.

The view from our 22nd floor balcony.

  

On my way to the pool, we ran smack into one of my                         FAV Dmama's ev-er! I LOVE YOU MISS MERI!!!

 And Justin met a friend... who may or may not think he's "weird".

After a big ol' hug from both Meri and Ryan... we were off to the pool to hang out at with Heather, Wendy, Misty, Meri and Kelly.

I opted out of the swim suit/stripper shoe combination, thinking that meeting some of my Dmama's for the 1st time... I might want to appear "normal-ish".

Even though I was meeting most of them for the first time IRL... it felt as if I was hanging out with friends I had known forever. There is no way to describe how lucky I am to have these ladies in my life; for support, encouragement and a good dose of laughter.

 During the Howl at the Moon Fundraiser this cRaZy woman pops up beside me and asks if I have my stripper shoes on. I totally should have taken the time to change, but the minis had to eat. 

I am so glad I had a chance to meet Denise and her hubby...               they are a hoot! 

Speaking of Uber Geek... I warned you that I needed material.

Uber Geek snapped a photo of himself with MY camera...                  total mistake. 

Uber geek and The boat Captain, aka my hubby. Thanks you Uber Geek for the new nickname, but may I just say... you both look a little like you could be on an episode of Deadliest Catch. Just Sayin!

Mr. Candy Heart and Mr. Box of Chocolate saved Anthony from a whole lot of girl talk. I think The boat Captain could get into a whole lot of trouble with these two. 

Surrounded by A.W.E.S.O.M.E.N.E.S.S!

With Wendy, K2, Krissy, and Denise.

During Howl at the Moon, Anthony won a fishing trip for him and Justin with a Type 1 boat captain, a cute diabetes frame for my office and two glass necklaces for me- including the sweet little glass heart I'm wearing here.

I was only able to spend two nights in Orlando,                                          and I loved every minute of it. 

One last thing before I go...

**I would like to thank Mr. Candy Hearts for introducing me to Strawberry Mojitos. Or maybe I shouldn't... since I found found out they make them at the Chili's by my house. YUM!

Cheers to meeting more Friends next year.

Memories of Lessons Learned...

On my way to work this week, I was checking my facebook(at a red light, of course)  and a question in one of the groups got me thinking.

A mom had ask the pumpers if they also carried insulin pens or vials with them when they left the house. The answers varied as usual, but there I was, drifting back in time to when Justin was first diagnosed.

I was thinking how his arms have gone back to "normal" since we've been on the pump. Like they were in the beginning... sensitive.

Then I started tearing up as I remembered the first few months of diabetes.

Every time Justin would get a shot, I would hold his arm up and we would get ready to go. I felt so bad as I would stand there.

Justin would tell me to wait a minute and I would say whenever your ready, just let me know.

Then suddenly he would hold his breath... cheeks puffed out and all so that I knew it was time to go ahead and give him the shot.

As soon as it went in his eyes would close. As soon as it was over, I would ALWAYS say... I'm sorry. 

It's not something that I realized I did until one day Justin told me... Mom, please stop telling me your sorry.

Then it hit me... oh my gosh, I do- do that everyday. Everyday I tell him I'm sorry for giving him a shot because I WAS sorry.

I was sorry about him having diabetes...

I was sorry for hurting him everyday...

I was sorry for all of it.

Either way, it was finally Justin that let me know that I needed to cut it out. I didn't need to be sorry. I just needed to do what I had to do to keep him safe.

Lessons learned from a then 7 yr old.

Blue... as in Blue Heel Society

February Photo Challenge... day 13

I admittedly skipped yesterday. To be honest... my closet it a mess and I choose to take a nap rather than clean it for a picture. I hang my head in shame.

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Today's challenge is "blue". HA! What D-Mama cant come up with something blue??

I have had this post planned for some time, but a few things(okay, one thing) had to happen before I could finish it the way I wanted.

WELL, it has happened, so here goes...

Today just happens to be the three month anniversary of a fun group dedicated to raising Diabetes awareness. You guessed it...

I think the idea is fantastic... what better excuse does a girl need to buy shoes?? So happy anniversary to them and on with this post for me...

Just so you know... I was wearing blue shoes before I knew blue shoes were so damn cool. Not very often that I'm ahead of the game, ya know.


February photo challenge photo


Granted they are not the blue shoes you would expect ME to wear, but even I have to throw on the running shoes sometimes and at least they are a damn good color.


Having said that... I have been checking out these sassy lil bitches for a while.

                                 

And guess what... they are on the way!!!! Thanks to my awesome husband. Happy Valentines Day to MEEEE!!!


There is nothing like a six inch (yes, I said six) pair of red bottoms to start a conversation and open up opportunity to spread awareness. And there is nothing better than looking damn good while doing it.

So, Hats off heels up to the founders of the Blue Heel Society... May we kick some D ass and raise awareness; one conversation at a time ;)

 **My blue shoes have a meaning behind them. Say something and I will tell you all about it.

Five Question Friday...

NaBloPoMo... day 29

To learn more about 5QF click HERE

1. Vow renewal ceremonies-yay or nay?

Depends on what day you ask me. Today would be a big fat negatory! If I had the chance to run, I just might. Then, I wouldn't take the chance of going to jail for attempted murder(or something of that nature). Explanation: My husband has been on vacation this week... I just LUV him when he's all in my biz-nezz!!!


2. What sound/s annoy you the most?
I can't STAND to hear people eating. It seriously makes me sick to my stomach and want to smack them.

The beeping of the fire alarm when the battery needs to be changed... I mean COME ON! Does it HAVE to ALWAYS go dead in the middle of the night?!?!

One more thing, the sound boys make when they pretend to fly airplanes... don't know what it is... I just can't block that one out.



3. If you had to pick, would you have only all boys, or only all girls for kids?
Lets weigh our options...
Girls:
Cons...                              
-They wear your shoes         
-They steal you makeup
-They act just like you
-They get girly-tudes and PMS

 Pros...
-Eventually, you get to wear their shoes
-You get to torture them with nicknames like "scara" when you catch them stealing your make up.
-You see yourself in them and its funny
-You get to prove that you are the QUEEN of the "girly-tude"
-They dance and sing with you while your driving
-They shop with you

Boys:
Cons...
-They make noises... see above
-They pee on the toilet seat(and the floor)
-They like Lego's and it hurts when you step on them
-They.Know.Everything! And they learndid it on da science channel(or maybe Discovery)
-There's the whole "snakes and snails and puppy dog tails" thing

Pros...
-A little boy LOVES his mama more than anything!
-They back up their rotton-ness with a whole lotta sweet-ness
-They will catch the lizards in the house for you

This is a tough one. I guess I'd have to go with the boys... I really don't like lizards.

 

4. Do you believe in alternative medicine?
If I did wouldn't Justin be cured by some root wart mushroom potion by now?


5. Would you take a family member's children and raise them if they needed it?
Absolutely! Wouldn't I want the same for my kids?


And now for last weeks "extras"... WARNING! We are still talkin "HO Shoes"!

Alexis says "where the stripper shoes the reason behind....oh man I don't think I can finish the question..." the question is, Alexis, were YOUR stripper shoes the reason behind not being able to finish that question? 

Andrea says "I have been totally talking about getting a tattoo on my foot too!! It is going to simply say HOPE, but kinda feminine with a flower or something attached!!!" I like that idea!

I found this one... its pretty cool
Just need to add the flower

There was one I saw(of course I can't find it again) That had a saying about walking. I wish I would have saved it.


Reyna asks "Will said foot tat" be visible while you don your stripper shoes? Or will frequently mentioned, joked about, worn HO Shoes cover the "at some time in your life foot tat"? The "at some time in my life foot tat" will be totally visible. Dude... I wear Ho shoes... do you think I would be worried about covering a tat?


Amy says "my answer to that first one wouldn't have been appropriate for my family-friendly blog"
Dear Sweet Amy! You can tell us here... I think I threw "family friendly" out the window a long time ago.


Sarah says "you seriously crack me up!" Yeah! Sometimes I crack ME up too!


Meri has a few!!
Did Reyna just say Ho shoes? I believe that's an affimitive! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't read it myself


Did Reyna just call you a Ho? Oh shit!! I think she did


Are you going to just sit there and take that? I think Reyna could kick my ass... are you going to back me up Meri?


Does Reyna know that Ho Shoes is my new favorite phrase? I dunno! Imma gonna asks hur bout dat!


Do you both know that I love you? Awe shucks!!!

Did YOU know

That it! You guys let me off easy this week.
Happy Friday!!!

MONDAY MEME...

NaBloPoMo... day 18

To learn more about NaBloPoMo... click HERE

This is a fun little alphabet meme that I stole from Pam @ Wicked Sweet who stole it from Hannah @ Dorkabetic.

I thought FOR SURE you would wanna know more about me?? If there's anything else you wanna know... don't forget to leave your question in the comments section HERE.

Age: 29(ish) What?? A girl never tells her real age. Except me, cuz I'm only 29... ish.

Bed size: Queen but it needs to be bigger.

Chore you dislike: laundry... HATE IT!

Dogs: Love them! Seriously, how can you not love this face... 

 

Essential start to your day: I'd like to say coffee, but I have given it up in the name of loosing a few lbs's. Maybe that's why I'm a bit of a "B" in the mornings lately?!?!

Favorite color: Black

Gold or silver: White gold and silver

Height: 5’6" but it really depends on the shoes.

Instruments you play(ed): In 5th grade I played the violin. Is that nerdy?

Job title: Executive Administrative Assistant  

Kids: Two... and that is plenty

Live: Florida the always rainy in the afternoon state.

Mom’s name: Nancy

Nicknames: Lovely Lora or Lora isn't lovely if people didn't like me :/

Overnight hospital stays: -I was in the hospital for a few weeks before Leighanna was born.
-a couple days for a surgery.
-and of course to have Justin

Pet Peeves: Being "beckoned" from across the house as if I'm suppose to come running like a dog.
-Smacking... as in your gum or food
-Leaving the cabinet doors open
-Treating me as if I am just a stupid woman.
(sounds like I have anger issues... yikes!)
Quote from a movie: “Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” ~Walt Disney(Meet the Robinson's)

Righty or Lefty: Mostly right, but I am actually ambidextrous. Didn't know that about me did ya?

Siblings: No - one is fun!

Time you wake up: On work/school days... 6am

Underwear: Fo Sho!! Commando is not my thing. CYA people!

Vegetables you don’t like: I think I like them all

What makes you run late: Picking out my clothes... and my husband always in my way. Double on that last one.

X-Rays you’ve had: Fractured knee, sinus issues... heck, I don't know, I can hardly remember what happened yesterday.

Yummy food you make: Strawberry Pizza

Zoo animal favorite: Monkeys... I just wanna hug em.