Song of the Day

Today's song of the day:

Less Barf and More Pepsi, Please

Well, that was short-lived.  Glad I got to enjoy things going my way for a few hours. 

Lexi's blood sugar is out of control high, and I can't seem to keep it under control.  We made some small adjustments to her pump settings, but I don't know if that would be enough to do it.  I figured her site was bad, so I changed it out, she was way low this morning, then now she's high again.  She's got moderate ketones that I'm trying to clear, and I'm really nervous that if I don't get a handle on it we're going to end up in the hospital.  Blah.  She got so sick from it last night, throwing up all over the place in the middle of the night.  Love those 2am scrubbing the carpet nights.  Then the diarrhea.  I didn't get to bed until 3am, and then I just slept on the couch. 

My house is a giant mess. 

We're out of food. 

Sean has/is working the entire weekend.  Friday night, all day Saturday, all day Sunday.  And every free moment he has been/is spending on car repairs and home repairs and I'm annoyed. 

I'm out of Diet Pepsi.  Brittney is going to get me a drink so I can pull myself together and clean my house and make a shopping list.  I'm not so much addicted to Pepsi in the physical way... I don't have a headache or anything like that.  It's just more of a comfort thing or something.  It tastes good and I just like my Pepsi, dammit.  Someone bring me a Pepsi!!!  Brittney get out of the shower and do my bidding!!!

Heather, this is my outdoor kitchen.  The 2 burner stove pulls out on the bottom left.  The door pulls up and you can stand under it, which is nice when it's raining or sunny, both of which we've had while using it. 

Everything's Coming Up Shannon

Today is my day.  My fortune cookie at dinner said, "Everyone agrees that you are the best."  Work went fine.  I didn't have any cavities at the dentist.  Josh and Lexi are being really nice and polite and helpful towards each other.  It's frighteningly abnormal, but awesome. I wish I could go buy a lottery ticket because I know I couldn't lose. 

Back to work... blah blah blah... what am I supposed to write about?  Hmmmm....  Lots on my mind, but I'm too impatient to write any of it down.  I'm trying some new things in the classroom this year, looking for some new reads for my students, frustrated with trying to figure out what's important and what's not.  That seems to be a common thing with me I'm noticing.  Love having a job where you get to start fresh every year and try new things, though. 

Last weekend we went camping up at Bear Lake.  It was super.  It rained on us Friday night and part of Saturday, but we just sat inside our awesome new trailer.  Normally that would be considered bragging to say that, and I would find me annoying, but since usually I go around calling it our stupid gigantic trailer I figure I should say something nice about it once in a while.  We were sitting under the awning relaxing, and Sean said, "Ahhhh, now this is what I call camping."  I was like... um... technically, seeing as how I watched Live With Kelly on TV this morning, I don't think this can be called camping.  I think it's more like Outdoor Living. We were adamant when we were shopping for a trailer about getting the outdoor kitchen feature.  It's just something we knew we would use.  And sure enough, we haven't cooked inside once, except when we had to microwave our hot dogs because it was raining outside.  See?  Not camping.  Anyway, we haven't cooked once on the stove inside.  It's so nice not to get the smells and grease from cooking bacon and eggs inside.  But it gets awkward, because everyone passing by on their way to the bathroom or wherever comments about how much they like that kitchen and they come over to check it out.  I just pretend I don't notice and keep reading my book while Sean talks to them because it embarasses me. 

If I could go anywhere this week, I'd go to Charlotte and the DNC.  I wish I could have heard Mrs. Obama and President Clinton speak live.  I wish I could see the President speak live tonight.  For me, political speeches are like church is for other people.  Going to the state convention is like going to General Conference is for some LDS people.  It energizes me and touches me and makes me feel all patriotically warm and fuzzy and inspires me to want to do better and be better and make a difference in the world.  President Obama's "Yes We Can" speech made me teary-eyed in 2008.  Cheesy?  Why yes.  But that's me. 

I have my Obama-Biden yard sign in my yard, and Josh told me tonight with a little concern in his voice that several of the neighbor kids that have come over have made derisive comments about it.  He said that they say, "Oh, you shouldn't vote for Obama.  I hope the other guy wins," and that he just kinda says, "Well, I don't know, my mom likes Obama."  I told him that they don't know anything about it except what their parents say, and to just tell them, "No, we like Obama," and leave it at that.  Josh said, "Next time, I'm going to ask them, 'What do YOU know about Obama?  Nothing.'"  That's right.  You tell em Josh. 

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Lake Powell Anyone?

This feels about my speed right now...

I wouldn't look quite so sexy as those folks floating along, but I sure could do the relaxation and fruity drinks as well as the best of them. 

Fair, Rodeo, Black Licorice, Abortion, Facebook.... What Am I NOT Talking About In This Post?

Well, so many things to talk about today.  So let's get cracking. 

Last week we went to the Davis County Fair, which I love.  One of my favorite things is the dogs doing the long jump off the platform into the water.  My family can't figure out why I'm so fascinated by it.  My least favorite thing is the chicken barn hen house place.  It stinks so bad in there that I turned around and walked back out.  As I do every year, I decided that I want to do 4-H. This year I decided I want to raise a cow.  I picked out a cute ittle wittle brown baby calf for my very own, but then Sean came along all, "Where are you going to put it?" and "How on earth will you pay for it?" and pretty much killed my dreams.  Every year I want to do 4-H at fair time, and then I forget about it.  No more.  I'm going to be a 4-H leader so my kids can do it.  I did it when I was a kid.  Besides raising a cow, I would also like to learn how to quilt. 

Lexi refused to be in the picture

Last Friday night we went camping overnight up at the Veteran's Memorial Campground.  It's surrounded by pretty, but the campground itself is kinda ghetto.  It was a perfect quick camping trip.  Just enough time to go up and build a fire, roast hot dogs and marshmallows, sit outside, take a walk in nature, and come home before everyone gets too tired and cranky and dirty. 

Saturday we had to get back in time for the lady from the medical supply company to come do Lexi's pump training.  That took about 2 hours.  We hooked it up and did a saline trial.  That night Josh, Lexi and I headed to the fair grounds to meet Scott, Katie, and Dave for the rodeo.  Oh my gosh I love the rodeo.  I love the barrel racers the most, I think.  Then the bull riders and the saddle bronc riders.  The bareback bronc riders make me cringe because they get tossed around so much it's scary.  I love the rodeo queens and the flag being carried by a cowboy on a horse and the patriotic downhome country shtick. 

Sunday we went to a birthday party for Sean's grandpa.  He is turning 93.  Holy cow.  It was a nice evening.

Monday and Tuesday I had to go out to the Diabetes Clinic for the pump start using actual insulin and more training, and then her regular 3 month appt.  I really like the pump and I'm very grateful to be able to have it.  It's a lot of work to get it set up and adjusted right, but I know it will be worth it in the end.  I had to do blood sugars every 2 hours until midnight, and then one at 3 am, for a few days.   Now I don't have to do quite as many, but I got an e-mail today about a bunch more stuff I have to do this weekend.  Something called basal testing that I have to read more about, but it sounds like a pain in the butt. 

We tried to go boating tonight, but it didn't quite work out very well.  On the way up to the lake, Lexi started complaining that her head hurt.  By the time we got up there she was refusing to move off the back seat where she was lying down, so I launched Josh and Sean off in the boat and stayed up in the parking lot in the car with Lexi.  Luckily I never go anywhere without a book.  She seemed to feel a little better after she slept for a while, but then on the way home it got bad again and she started throwing up.  Blah. 

I start work on Monday.  I'm excited and I'm not.  Lexi's school called and set up a 504 meeting for her next Friday, so I have to sneak out of work to do that.  Well, not really sneak.  My work isn't like that.  But I gotta make the time. 

Things That I Think Are Stupid:

I read a comment on some blog somewhere last week that basically said you never see skinny people drinking Diet Coke and how it doesn't help you lose weight.  First of all, false.  The guy in front of me at the gas station today getting his Diet Coke while I was getting mine was skinny.  Second, who drinks Diet Coke because they think it will make them skinny?  No one, that's who.  People don't drink it because they think it's like Slim Fast or some sort of diet suppliment.  They drink it because they like the taste, duh. 

MSN has a link on their home page that says, "Why is black licorice hated?"  Um, because it's nasty?  Duh.  Like, what other reason might there be, msn?  Because it has a bad personality?  People are prejudiced against black candy?  What?  People don't like the taste of it, idiots!

There's been a lot of talk about the GOP platform being too harsh for its opposition to abortion without making exceptions for rape or incest.  I think that's the right thing to do, if you believe that abortion is murder.  I mean, if you believe that abortion is murdering an innocent child, why is it OK to murder an innocent child because it's the product of rape or incest?  It's not.  I don't happen to agree with their point of view, in fact I'm deeply offended by it, but I think at least it's consistent. 

Why do people gotta be such idiots?  I hate when someone posts something on their facebook, and then other people who disagree gotta jump all over it and make a comment.  Like, really?  If you disagree, then scurry on over to your own page and write all about it.  Or get a blog like me.  My friend posted something that wasn't even a big deal or all that controversial and had a few people jumping on her, and I just really wanted to say something back to them in the comments, but I just didn't want to be a part of blowing anything up into a facebook fight. 

I'm really snacky tonight.  I want something to eat, but nothing sounds quite right.  So I've been going around eating a little of this and a little of that, trying to find that thing that will hit the spot, but nothing does.  Breakfast at McDonald's?  They're supposedly starting to serve it a midnight now.  Hmmmmm......

Snopes.com. Pass the Word.

I can't figure out why some people believe everything they read.  Seriously?  This is what I was talking about before when I said to have a healthy dose of skepticism.  Someone posted this on facebook this morning.

The first thing I did when I read that was think, "Nope, bet that didn't happen."  Second thing I did was look it up on snopes.  Sure enough, it's not true.  Pepsi has not and does not have a can with this on it.  It's also been passed around with Coke as the target instead of Pepsi.  What actually happened was that after 9-11 Dr. Pepper made a patriotic can that said, "One Nation... Indivisible" to celebrate how united our nation was after the terrorist attacks.  A couple of people complained that they took out the "under God" in between, but the company didn't do it so as not to offend anyone.  A soda can just only has so much room on it, and the focus was on "ONE nation INDIVISIBLE"... so a couple of jerks took a nice message about unity and tried to use it to divide people.  Anyway, those cans haven't been in stores for 10 years.  Why can't people just have some critical thinking skills for heck's sake?  Everyone isn't out to get you.  Take off your tin foil hat.  The world is pretty nice when you don't see everything as a conspiracy against you and your values. 

The Problem Pile

Disclaimer:  The bottom of this blog contains a swear word (sh--), twice.  Do not scroll down if you do not enjoy swear words on funny t-shirts like I do.  Or if your kids are reading over your shoulder and will want to know why that shirt says a bad word on it.   

I sent everything in for Brittney's school registration except for one paper.  I didn't realize that I threw it away on accident.  So today I went in to the school office to get another one, filled it out, handed it in, and she said, "OK, let me find the rest of your paperwork in the problem pile."  Figures that I'm filed in the problem pile.  It feels like a metaphor for my life sometimes. 

Just bought myself a lovely Obama-Biden yard sign and a t-shirt.  I wanted one of the Utahns for Obama t-shirts too, but I restrained myself.  Might still have to go back for one.  It is my birthday month after all, so all purchases are guilt free.  Just kidding.  Ha nothing I do is guilt free. 

I've had two early birthday celebrations.  My mom is going to be out of town on my birthday, so she had us all over for a delicious dinner on Sunday.  She gave me a really cute purse, a scarf, and a belt.  So fun. 

Then my mil and three of my sil's and my oldest niece all took me out to lunch at Olive Garden today for my birthday.  It was so much fun.  We had lots of time to just sit and chat, and I feel like I never get that.  When we go to family parties there are so many people and so much going on, of course, that there isn't a solid hour or two to just sit and talk to anyone. 

It's nice that they all had birthday parties for me, because I don't think my actual birthday is going to be much of a party.  I have to work that day, and all of my plans have been foiled.  First I wanted to go to Las Vegas to see Garth Brooks.  Then I downgraded to Wendover to see Rodney Atkins and take an ATV tour of the desert.  Now I pretty much am planning to sit home and feel sorry for myself.  I don't know. 

It's now time for a Q & A Session, inspired by the comments section of my blog.

Q:  great little clip! Has our fil seen it? :)

A:  Ha ha ha!  No.  I love our fil, but he tells you stuff, you don't tell him stuff.  Plus his head might explode if he watched that clip.  :)

Q: The salon totally should have comped the dye job, as in given it to you for free. 

Q: I agree w/ Heather, they shouldn't have made you pay!

A:  Well, it really wasn't their fault.  They didn't make a mistake... it was my hair that didn't process right.  I don't know what they could have done differently, except not do it in the first place, which is probably what should have happened.  I actually don't mind the white in my hair anymore now that I'm used to it.  The only thing I don't like is that it's super thin in the white areas at the top.  I'm worried I'll have bald patches.  I told my stylist I was going to start using Rogaine, but she said to take Biotin.  So I went to the store to buy some, and a lady told me that her daughter used it and it totally works.  She said her daughter's hair was in a short bob and now it's down to her butt.  She finally stopped taking it because she got tired of having to shave her legs and pits every day.  So I started taking it, and I don't really care about it making my leg hair grow, but what if it makes me start growing really long facial hair?  What if I'm like the bearded lady?  Or if it makes my eyebrows grow and I look like I have caterpillers on my face? 

I freaking want this t-shirt.  Apologies.