I Spoke Too Soon

Ahem.

Please ignore everything written in the previous entry.

::bows head in shame::

Remind me to never announce something before actually clarifying that the thing I'm announcing is actually ANNOUNCABLE!!!!!

I hate technology. I really do. I don't care that smart pumps, five-second glucose meters and islet cell transplants fall under this category. I really, truly think technology (at least most of it) is the spawn of Satan.

Okay, so the past week or so I've basically been off the air. Not even in reruns, mind you, but completely non-existent. That's because the other template that I spent hours working on looked all nice and shiney on Firefox, but when you try to view it in Internet Explorer it's a gigantic muddled mess.

It was horrible. And humiliating. So I had to delete the whole thing.

Heather and I have been playing around with the margins for awhile, trying to get the colors, fonts and alignments squared away, but then I left for California on Friday and couldn't work on it. When I got back, Heather still hadn't figured out a way to fix the sidebar, so I just scrapped it and started new.

I hope you are grateful for all the hard work I put into this website!

Anyhow, I have returned, not only from the Cyber Abyss but also from sunny California. I already miss it. It was sunny and 70 in the Central Valley of Death (I hate Central California. Really, I do.) and when I returned home, it was 60 and raining. The stereotypes of California and Oregon were never more apparent.

The trip was great, despite being in the Central Valley of Death. I arrived Friday afternoon and had dinner with my Gram and then went grocery shopping, where I bought more junkfood than I could possibly eat in one week (most of it came home with me in my suitcase). One Saturday, I made my Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Oatmeal cookies and then my cousins and I went to see Little Miss Sunshine (Steve Carrell is my hero and I want to adopt Abigail Breslin) and then went out for drinks, where I added two new beverages to my repetoire (Vodka Cranberry and an Appletini, which I hated). On Sunday, Gram and I saw a dinner theater production of Grease, except it was at lunch time (so I guess that makes it Lunch Theater). It was fun, except the guy who played Danny was a bit chubby. On Monday, I went shopping, which is fun except for the whole sales tax thing. As much as I know the reason why Oregon can barely stay afloat as a state is because we don't have a sales tax, I absolutely loathe having to pay sales tax when I travel. You'd think by now I'd be used to it. But I'm not. Later that night, my cousin, Lauren, picked Gram, her next-door-neighbor, Bertha, and I up and we drove to Table Mountain Casino to meet up with her parents, my aunt and uncle.

That's right folks. I went to a casino. I gambled. And I won $35.

Just another reason to add to the list of why I am awesome.

My uncle, unfortunately, has been recently diagnosed (or self-diagnosed, I'm not sure which) with Type 2. I know, it sucks. And what's worse, we think it was caused by a liver transplant he had 4 years ago. The man just can't get a break. And of course, the entire family thinks of me as mini-CDE, so I'm getting thrown questions about triglycerides and cholestrol medication and diet this and blood sugar that and why is this happening when... When I say I know a lot, I mean I know about about Type 1! Not Type 2! I tried to tip-toe around the questions without saying anything definitive. Hopefully I can find my uncle a diabetes educator in the Central Valley of Death who can answer his questions more effectively than me.

On Tuesday, I went to lunch with my aunt and Gram, and my aunt bought me a cute little bathing suit which I wore to go swim at Bertha's. Later that night, my cousins came over again and we had dinner and yet another birthday cake (I think I've been sung "Happy Birthday" to enough times that I've aged five years).

All in all it was a very fun weekend and I much needed respit from the world of diabetes. It almost would have been a complete break from diabetes if it hadn't been for my uncle and the triglyceride conundrum.

But now I'm back, better than ever, and complete with a nifty new template that actually works.

I hope.

::crosses fingers::