I’ve never blogged before and I still am 99% uncertain about doing so, realizing I will be the only person to read it. However, maybe at the least it will make me feel fancy to read my own thoughts online instead of scrawled on paper. I’ve been a Type 1 diabetic for 17 years. I’m a dancer. I’m married to a kind, silly, wonderful man. I’m the mother to the coolest black cat this universe has ever seen. I’m an arts admin. I love to cook and make smoothies and drink wine. I will revel in/bitch about/expand on/run in circles around all of the above.

Please stick around and enjoy the bitching, sharing and whining that will ensue on this Diabetiblog 🙂

LIKE

I love driving in the rain. It makes me feel dramatic…. in a non-over the top kind of way. It feels a little cinematic and a little bit like something really exciting is about to happen.

Frankenstein is our cat…or more like our son. I love this cat to a sick level. But he’s great. He fetches paper balls and receipts and anything that makes noise. The downside is that he steals money out of wallets/purses. He is my child and don’t tell me otherwise. I don’t want human babies so this is my equivalent. He’s adorable and you know it.

My husband. If it weren’t Chris Miller I’m not sure where I would be. He is the best carer and helper and husband and partner I could ever imagine. I’m so happy to find a man who loves to yell at the top of his lungs at Texans games, cry a little at my dance performances and think really hard about sermons at church, books he reads and difficult subjects we discuss.

My family.  My immediate and extended family could kick your family’s ass. From my awesome mama bear who is my biggest cheerleader and advocate I could ever ask for no matter what I do, to my father who taught me that it’s always okay/best practice/therapeutic to show your feelings, to my sweet, sweet brother who loves unconditionally at such a young age, I am supported by a line of people who give and share and know the worth of a giant hug and a kind word.

DISLIKE

Crying. I hate crying. Regardless from a baby, a child, myself, especially a friend/family member. It always feels weird and I feel like I cried too much as a kid to deal with it well as an adult. I was a giant crybaby. GIANT.

Glitter and Bows. You look stupid. Whether you’re an adult or a child, you look dumb if you’re covered in glitter or are wearing a bow larger than the size of the palm of your hand. Sorry to disappoint, but it’s a valid statement.

Ridiculous blood sugars. Today I woke up with one of my daily morning alarms at 6am to check my blood sugar only to find it was at 49. I had a cup of juice and woke up 2 hours later to a blood sugar of 200. Really? No one wants to start their day with a swing of 150 points.