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Diabetes

Diabetics Doing Things

Diabetics Doing Things

Diabetics Doing Things

Diabetics Doing Things

It’s World Series time.

My teams have all been eliminated.

Who will I root for?

I do love Jose Altuve.

But could I really support the Astros?

I don’t think so.

On the other hand, Atlanta has Adam Duvall in center field.

Duvall has Type One Diabetes.

He was diagnosed when he was in the minors.

He made the adjustments, and he has kept on playing.

What a badass diabetic!

I’m a Type One Mom, and I love to see diabetics doing things.

He’s a great role model for diabetic children everywhere.

I’m rooting for the Braves.

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Lifestyle

A Tornado Warning

A Tornado Warning

A Tornado Warning

We had a major storm move through last night.

I barely slept.

I’m terrified of tornadoes.

I kept the dog close to me all night.

If we lost power, we could lose her in the dark.

As it turns out, the storm wasn’t bad at all.

There was lots of wind and rain, but it wasn’t destructive.

All’s well that ends well.

I was surprised, therefore, to get an emergency text at 9:30 this morning.

It was a tornado warning.

We were advised to take shelter.

At 2:30 in the morning.

Yeah, I got notified seven hours late.

This is why I don’t sleep well during storms.

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Dog

Photos of An All-Black Dog

An All-Black Dog

An All-Black Dog

Can you help me take better photos of my all-black dog?

An all-black dog is hard to photograph.

She is gorgeous, but her features blend together in a pic.

I tried to use an eye-enhancement app, but it said that it could not detect any eyes.

Which is exactly my problem.

To make matters even more difficult, she is curly.

The camera just doesn’t know where to focus.

I’ve taken a zillion pictures of an undefined black blob.

If anyone has any advice for taking pics of a curly, all-black dog, let me know.

But please, please, please keep any advice idiot proof.

It’s all I can handle.

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Dog

Is Blue a True-Blue Blue Angels Fan?

True Blue

True Blue

The Blue Angels are in town.

The air show is this weekend.

They’ve been practicing all day.

I was sitting in the back yard watching them fly.

Poor Blue.

She doesn’t like the noise.

She freaked out and ran around in circles.

I laughed and snuggled her and sent her into the house.

Her name is Blue.

But she does not appreciate the Blue Angels.

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Lifestyle

An Agonizing Choice

An agonizing choice

An agonizing choice

I was hoping for an early frost.

The bugs would die.

And I was planning on dancing on their bug graves.

In bare feet.

But now I’ve had a change of heart.

My tomatoes have had a huge late-season bloom.

I want the frost to hold off a bit.

But I also want the bugs to die.

And I want to dance barefoot.

It’s an agonizing choice.

But it’s not too much to ask, is it?

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Dog

Good Girl, Blue, Who’s My Special Girl?

Good Girl, Blue

Good Girl, Blue

We had a good rain last night.

Blue the Rescue Dog went nuts this morning.

She spent two hours sniffing every square inch of our wet back yard.

I don’t think she’s ever experienced a rainstorm before.

She was rescued from an abusive situation.

She spent her whole life in a crate.

She never went outside.

The last couple of months she lived in a loving foster home.

They treated her very well, but we didn’t get much rain this summer.

Today may have been her first post-rainstorm sniff ever.

She was a little disgruntled that I insisted on toweling her off before allowing her back in the house.

Sorry, Blue, that rule applies to everyone.

Even the humans have to clean up before coming inside.

Good girl, Blue, good girl.

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Lifestyle

Does Gluten Free Eating Have to Be So Awful?

Gluten-Free Eating

Gluten-Free Eating

I am trying to eat gluten free.

It’s hard.

I’ve never met a loaf of bread that I don’t like.

Gluten-free breads are awful.

The store-bought varieties are horrible.

I’ve tried baking my own gluten-free bread, but it’s still gross.

And very expensive.

I’d rather not eat bread at all than eat awful bread.

There are some decent gluten-free pastas in the stores.

But they are very limited in variety.

I tried to roll out my own gluten-free ravioli.

With a savory filling and a spicy sauce, you might not notice the gluten-free pasta at all.

That was the idea anyway.

I followed the recipe, but the dough was crumbly and hard to work with.

An extra egg helped, but not much.

I spent all freaking day rolling out homemade ravioli, and it wasn’t even very good.

It was definitely not worth the effort.

Homemade ravioli with wheat pasta is delicious.

The gluten-free stuff, not so much.

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Dog

We Named Her Blue

Blue

Blue

We named her Blue.

We had a hard time coming up with this.

I wanted to give her a flower name.

The guys nixed that idea.

I suggested Monet.

She could be an impression of a flower.

They nixed that as well.

They suggested all kinds of hooker names.

Yeah, I nixed those.

Our neighbor dog who we all love is Bear.

We thought of Bear variations.

Yogi. Boo Boo. Smokey. Ted. Paddington.

What about Baloo from The Jungle Book?

We all liked that.

But when we called out the name, it came out as Blue.

The dog responded.

And so she chose her own name.

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Dog

POODLE

Poodle

poodle

Poodle.

What do you think of when you hear the word “poodle?”

I immediately think of the stupid show-dog haircut.

Foo-foo, puff-balls, and bad dye jobs.

And I laugh, remembering the movie Best In Show.

But not all poodles are show dogs.

Think of the stupid-haircut-types as The Kardashians.

And the non-stupid-haircut-types as the rest of us.

We’re adopting a standard poodle.

She’ll come home to us next week.

We’re rescuing her from an abusive situation.

We’re also rescuing her from a very bad haircut.

She will look like the dogs in these pictures soon enough.

I can’t wait to bring her home.

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Lifestyle

Boot Season Starts Today

Boot Season

Boot Season

It was a betrayal.

A betrayal of the worst kind.

It’s almost unforgiveable.

I opened the front door right over my foot.

My big toenail snapped backwards.

It was bloody and gross and painful.

Yes, I dropped a couple of F-bombs.

An F-bomb is required at a time like that.

I feel betrayed by my flip-flops.

It’s not quite the right weather to give them up in favor of boots.

But boots would never let such an insult happen.

Boots are there to protect you.

Boots would never betray you like that.

Flip-flops, on the other hand, will throw you under the bus.

Or the door.

Whatever.

Time’s up, flip-flops.

Boot season starts today.