Jenni Prokopy of ChronicBabe

Guest Diabetes Blogger By May 11, 2007 Tags: , No Comments

If living with a chronic illness gave people superhero powers, it would explain Jenni Prokopy of ChronicBabe.  Jenni, creator of the empowerment resource ChronicBabe, wanted to “provide an online community for younger women with chronic health issues who want to live their best lives.”  And she definitely did.  When she’s not promoting her site, traveling to conferences, and bringing sexy…

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Making Lemonade out of Lemons

Uncategorized By May 9, 2007 No Comments

Jill – a kind, Faithful Reader from California – and I have been corresponding by email for the past few weeks.  Her beautiful family and remarkable tale of making sure the glass is always half-full was something I couldn’t resist sharing with you guys.  (And her son is adorable.) Making Lemonade out of Lemons. Allow me to humbly share my journey in life…

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3-D With Julian Beever

Uncategorized By May 8, 2007 No Comments

So we’re strolling along in Madison Park when we see a crowd of people gathered around a patch of sidewalk.  This skinny, balding man was fluttering around like a moth- first his papers in his hand, then a camera, then his pastels, then his own head. “Holy shit, that’s that guy.”  I grab at Chris’s sleeve. “What guy?” “That guy! …

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Wandering in NYC

Uncategorized By May 7, 2007 No Comments

Chris and I hopped on the train, bound for New York City and ready to spend the day exploring the city and enjoying the fantastic weather. We started out the day visiting friends on the lower East Side.  After lunch in a cafe that had their huge, streetside windows wide open, allowing the spring air to come skipping in, we…

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Six Until Me turns Two

Uncategorized By May 4, 2007 No Comments

Two years ago this morning, I wrote my first post.  The next day, I wrote another one.  And another.  And another … Today marks my second blogging anniversary (blogaversary?) with Six Until Me.  I’ve been a proud member of this community for two years now, subjecting you guys to my ramblings for seven hundred thirty days.  Three hundred thirty-three posts. …

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Makes No Sense

Uncategorized By May 3, 2007 No Comments

Nightly Discussions in the Morrone/Sparling Household: 1.  Explain Donkey Kong.  When people were naming this game, how exactly did the “donkey” part fit in?  You have a big gorilla who throws barrels, a captured princess, and a guy trying to save her by climbing complex ladder structures and dodging barrels and fire.  Of course it should be called Donkey Kong. …

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Bird is the Word

Exercise & Fitness By May 2, 2007 No Comments

The phone rings. Kerri:  Hello? Larry Bird:  Hey Kerri.  What’s  up? Kerri:  Dude, I haven’t talked with you in ages. Larry Bird:  (laughing) Yeah, well I’ve been working on a new workout for you.  I know you’ve been working out really hard lately.  What’s with all the focus?  Did you get engaged or something? Kerri:  (almost spits her coffee out,…

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‘Twas the Night Before Work

Diabetes Poetry By December 14, 2006 No Comments

            ‘Twas the night before work, and all through the flat, Not a creature was stirring, except for two cats. The meter was stashed on the table with care, In case that there was a low blood sugar scare. We two were all nestled, quite snug in our beds, While fat cats named Abby made nests on our…

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Crosby, Stills, and Gnashed Teeth

Uncategorized By December 13, 2006 No Comments

I put the key in the ignition and the car growled to life (as only a VW can), filling my car with the opening bars of “Well there’s Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Blitzen …”  What a holiday way to start the day – escorted to work by Mr. Bing Crosby himself. Despite the fact that it’s been freakishly…

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In My Sock

Pumping Insulin By December 12, 2006 No Comments

Slim fitting pants with no pockets.  A shirt with no practical place to stash anything. Ah, but I’m still wearing it. It’s not tucked into the waistband of my pants.  It’s not lurking in my bra.  It’s not taking up residence in a pocket or clipped to a belt. “Where’s your pump, Kerri?” “In my sock.” I don’t know why I…

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