Obsessed or informed?

The cell phone carrier we use is expected to come out with two andriod phones (finally!) this summer.  I've been so excited about this and plan to get the phone of my choice as soon as our local store gets it.  In order to do that, I need to research the features, pros and cons, etc. of each phone.  One of the phones has already been released in the UK so there are plenty of sites with reviews and several YouTube videos demonstrating and reviewing the phone.  The other phone... well it hasn't been released anywhere yet, so you're lucky to find just the technical specifications.  Not good for a person who needs to see how it works, hear opinions of others, and get a good feel for the phone. 

The first phone is totally touch screen where the second phone has a slide out qwerty keyboard.  I like the keyboard idea, but the first phone has so many other features that make it so much better that I might have to just give up on that keyboard.  Unfortunately the second phone is coming out first.  Oh the agony!

Yes, I've been researching both phones as much as I can.  My kids, mainly the two teenagers, are calling me obsessed.  I feel that I am being a well informed consumer.  I don't want to just buy on impulse when they are available.  Hey, if my hubby can read up on raising sheep when we haven't even bought our farm property (probably five years or so from now), I can read up on cell phones that will be out this summer.  Right?

Another accomplishment

After lunch today, four of the kids went with me to get a Father's Day present for my hubby.  He wanted a new pair of work gloves.  We found a pair that I thought would work (might need to exchange them, not fitting quite right) and got him a bag of peanut clusters (peanuts covered in chocolate).  This locally owned store also has some yummy malted milk balls.  The kind with a nice thick layer of chocolate.  I'm happy to say that I resisted the urge to buy them!  I've got a slight headache and feeling kind of "blah" which is the type of mood when I overindulge on carb-filled goodness.  As much as I wanted the candies, I also knew that I shouldn't purchase them today.  I'm very proud of myself!

Now to get some water and hopefully feel better so I can do a little housework and make my husband a delicious dinner!

O How I Love Pizza

There's a hymn, O How I Love Jesus, that is ringing through my head right now as I feel my glucose rise from the pizza I sweet-talked hubby into ordering for dinner tonight.  I think I need to come up with my own lyrics tonight.


O How I Love Pizza

There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
it sounds like music in my ear,
the sweetest food on earth.

O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
even though it raises my glucose!

It tells me of Italian love,
of food to nourish me;
it tells me of the dripping cheese,
the yummy toppings too.

O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
even though it raises my glucose!

It tells of one whose loving crust
can fill my deepest woe;
who through each taste bud fills my heart
with yumminess in my soul.

O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
O how I love pizza,
even though it raises my glucose!

New template

I was playing with some new template designs and wanted something a little more fun that still was about me.  My favorite color is green and I love being in nature, especially by the trees.  Let me know what you think.  Are the text colors easy enough to read?  Is the layout user-friendly?  Feedback welcome!

Soaring

Yesterday I saw a hawk soaring in the sky. So graceful and free. I was in awe of such a beautiful creature. The moment wasn't even spoiled when my 13 yr old joked about the possibility of the hawk being struck by lightning and becoming dinner. I gave her a mom look (you know that look!) and went back to watching the bird until we it was out of sight.

As I remembered that bird, I was almost jealous. It looked so free with no cares. No schedules to keep, housework to do, bills to pay. Just soaring through the sky.

I'm sure many of us with diabetes, if not all, would like a similar type of freedom. Freedom from dietary restrictions, freedom from glucose meters, freedom from medication, freedom from doctors and blood tests, freedom from the diabetes police.  

We need a cure so that some day we will soar!