Bullets and Elmo Cupcakes.
Oh no ... more bullets?
- We're in the midst of wrangling details for Birdy's second birthday party, and it's, thankfully, less chaotic than last year. The party is shaping up to be smaller and more relaxed, and all the crap we bought for last year's party is still useable this year. Which is good.
- Only Chris herniated two discs in his back while
saving a 400 lb basket of kittens from a fiery infernogetting rid of some furniture, so he's trying to recover while I'm fretting about Elmo cupcakes.
- Because yeah, we're making three dozen Elmo cupcakes. And by "we," I mean "me." And by "Elmo cupcakes," I mean "a bunch of red food coloring mushed into frosting that is strategically arranged onto cupcakes in hopes of resembling a face."
- That should be fun.
- I haven't updated my blood sugar logs in over a week, which sucks because it only takes missing a day or two for me to fall off the wagon. I need to get back on that today in order to stay on top of things.
- With "on top of things" being a bit of a stretch, since I've seen some lingering 200's in the last few days that I could do without.
- It doesn't help that my skin is freaking out from diabetes devices these days. Every Dexcom sensor is leaving a red ring, and infusion sets are taking a day or two extra to heal once they're pulled. This happens every season for me, when the weather either starts to cool down or warm up, and it's irritating. My diabetes real estate is worn out.
- Eh. Keep moving forward, I guess.
- I had the best dream I've ever had, about these teeny little elephants that had invaded my flower garden and were struggling to climb over the mulch, letting out these high-pitched grunts and adorable burps as they struggled. (Burping elephants = cute overload. But an elephant with a head cold would be the worst.) I woke up in the middle of the dream, tested my blood sugar (because surely tiny elephants means a low blood glucose but no, I was 119 mg/dL), and was thrilled to fall back asleep and slip back into the same dream. I want to find an illustrator who can crawl into my brain and pull these wee burping critters out by their trunks. They're ultimo-squee for me.
- And I'm trying to figure out the best things to do/see while I'm in London at the end of the month for a Pharma Times Digital Club meeting. I've never been to London, and the most I've seen has been the airport (which apparently makes me low - it's like the Target of traveling). Any suggestions as to what to check out while I'm there?
- If you know me, musically, you know I'll listen to the same song, over and over again, until it's just about inked onto my skin (except the lyrics are always wrong). This week, it's the few tunes out from Channel Cairo that are on repeat. If theses songs were on a tape, I'd have listened to them so much that the A side and the B side could be heard simultaneously, with the tape worn so thin. Underrated Grace makes me all sorts of happy.
- Birdy has taken to pretending to be a "doctor" for a stuffed animal cat. This morning, I caught her trying to stick a Lego to it. "Puuuump for kitty, Mama." She's learning.
- But then I caught her filing a bucket with Legos and then pouring the bucket onto her head. So there's that.
- I just need to keep calm and do a blood test. ;)