Thanks, love! That was getting messy, and the keyboard belongs to work...

The big move is this weekend, but we'll have the old place until the end of the month if we still need to shift things around in dribs and drabs and carloads. Assuming the old place hasn't fallen apart completely by then.

Hooray for the definitive signed-in-blood house-having, amych!

Tep, I honestly did not know that about diabetics. The only ones I've known are some Buffistas and a few of my relatives, who are all smart and conscientious and proactive about it and just attend to it because, well, it's just sensible and reasonable. The "sensible and reasonable" part of it should have tipped me off to their probably not being very representative of the general population.

ION, who is the Queen of the Doing of Stuff? ME. Accomplished this morning before going to work: All dishes done, kitchen counters wiped down, recycling taken out, small bedroom bookshelf completely cleared, wiped down, transferred to the living room, and rebooked, both old and new resting places for the bookshelf vacuumed and swept and cleared of all dustbunnies and miscellaneous detritus, and two more books set aside for the trip to Half Price Books. All that, and only 10 minutes late for work.

On the other hand, I would now like to take a 3-hour nap, which is a bit of a problem what with the being at work and all. Still, Queen of the Doing of Stuff.

Wasn't somebody here in Paris this year and saw something featuring a character called Zoe the Pirate? Does that ring any bells?

yep, that was me.

Good vibes for the move, babe.

Tep, I honestly did not know that about diabetics. The only ones I've known are some Buffistas and a few of my relatives, who are all smart and conscientious and proactive about it and just attend to it because, well, it's just sensible and reasonable.

::cringes:: I'm Type II. I had gestational diabetes with my first two pregnancies, and was an "official" Type II with the third, and each time I had use insulin (because oral meds haven't been tested in pregnancy, and because my blood sugar was too high to control with diet alone).

I was *scrupulous* about my diabetes when pregnant -- it's not entirely sensible to fool around with insulin levels, for one, and having had a few minor low-sugar episodes, it's scary. Also, a whole new human growing inside, which inspires you to really take care of yourself. Now, though? I take oral meds, but I don't check my sugar the way I ought to, and I don't often pay attention to my diet outside of avoiding really obvious sugary things, like juice and regular soda, and not eating three doughnuts at once. It's actually amazingly easy not to pay attention to it, although I know I should.

lisah, I looked through some of the other baby pictures.

Too beautiful: [link]

Killed me dead: [link]

Killed me dead, again: [link]

IME, the vast majority of people* who take medication for ANY chronic condition will at some point (or two or three) decide to experiment and play around with skipping doses, etc. It seems to be human nature to assume that chronic conditions magically heal themselves while we're on meds, and not remember until we stop taking them that there's a reason they're called chronic.

(*I'd say "all" except I know what crowd I'm talking to...)

I readily admit that I am bad at taking some of my meds. I rarely forget my Synthroid, but even if I do miss a day or two, that's not tragic. What I often forget to take is my calcium. I guess I just don't equate it to being necessary because it's over-the-counter even though the dosage I take (1000mg/2x per day) is prescribed. Again, forgetting a dose here or there isn't a big deal, but I'll sometimes go 2 days without any and that's not good.

Killed me dead:

Hee! Me too! The other baby, Owen, is 2 months younger but I really don't think he's ever going to catch up weightwise to the twins. His feet, however, are just about as long as theirs' already.

yep, that was me

Was it a book? or clothing? Google is giving me no love.

Yay Lady amy of Nerdhole-on-Loft!!!

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Hee! Me too! The other baby, Owen, is 2 months younger but I really don't think he's ever going to catch up weightwise to the twins. His feet, however, are just about as long as theirs' already.

The twins are chunky monkeys, and so darned cute. Ben was pretty much that chunky. I kept asking the pediatrician if he was too heavy (because that was a *big issue* the year he was born) and each time, the doctor would roll his eyes at me and pronounce him perfect.

Belly dancing is going well.

Just remember that this sentence alone makes you 40% cooler (or hotter, depending on how you look at it) than 95% of everybody else. And aside from that {{{{askye}}}}.

Betsy, sorry to hear that you are having work trouble. I wish that wishing could make stuff like that go away, cuz then we could have you all fixed up in no time.

Man baby Jack makes me smile.

ION, who is the Queen of the Doing of Stuff? ME.

All hail JZ, Queen of the Doing of Stuff. I shall lay claim to the title of Duchess of Not Buying Sugary Crap at the Grocery Store. Which title may only be valid today, but hey, gotta crow when ya can. Also, the whole clam/claim thing? I mistyped it, started retyping it, and realized that I actually preferred the typo. ETA: Happy new house having, amych! Huh, knew I forgot something.