The Butterfly Effect

A man allegedly committed felony assault and my daughter ended up in the ER in DKA (diabetes ketoacidosis).


While this story will in no way be as sexy as the Ashton Kutcher movie The Butterfly Effect you may still want to grab some popcorn and a soft drink because it will likely be long and wordy.

The story begins with a man whom I’ve never met. He allegedly committed an act of felony assault. The man needs to stand trial and so a panel of jurors are needed. My number is called and thus begins a two-day process of selecting the best panel of jurors to decide the fate of the defendant. Day one of the process passes without any issues back on the home front with three kids with diabetes managing themselves while mom is away in the city dutifully participating in our judicial system.

To make it possible for me to attend to my civic duty, my husband agrees to stay home an extra hour in the mornings in order to get the kids off to school on time. Day o1 everyone did exactly as directed. Day 02 dad thought it would be nice to treat the youngest kid to a Starbucks sandwich before school. Sweet of him, right? Well yes, but he made one (almost could have been fatal) mistake – he mentioned Starbucks to my youngest while in ear shot of the oldest. My oldest has a bit of a Starbucks addiction, so of course she sweet talks daddy into taking her as well and then dropping her at school rather than insisting she ride the bus. Shouldn’t be an issue right?

Well lets back up to just 45 minutes prior when I check in with my daughter while she is getting dressed for school. I asked a reasonable question – the same question I asked of all my kids that morning.

“How much insulin do you have in your pump?”

Why did I want to know? Because I was going to be 45 minutes away in a court room with no cell phone. I didn’t want any of the kids to find themselves without insulin. True they all have insulin and pump paraphernalia in their health offices but its easier to be proactive before school.

The boys each had plenty of insulin for the next 48 hours.

My daughter had just 33 units of insulin in her pump. I asked her what her thoughts were. She believed it would be sufficient to last the school day.

Her calculations were based on her typical grab & go breakfast of a banana and granola bar. <<<this is important in the story.

So off I went for day two of Voir Dire. (It sounds super sexy but is a painfully slow but a necessary process in selecting a panel of jurors.)

My husband takes my daughter to get Starbucks and drop her off at school. The youngest chooses to skip Starbucks to instead play on his computer for an additional 30 minutes and then walk himself to the neighbors for a ride to school.

Ahhh Starbucks with your delightfully delicious breakfast sandwiches and steamy creamy sweet beverages of pure bliss. This story wouldn’t have been possible without you.

Breakfast sandwiches and beverages received, my husband dropped my daughter off at school – likely a tad bit after the bell.

Meanwhile in Seattle I am checking in with the bailiff and ordering my own cup of coffee from a machine in the juror pool room.

The potential jurors are called to the court room. In the elevator up I send a group text to the kids reminding them to have a good day and check blood sugars. Then phone silence.

While I was listening to an older gentlemen/potential juror explain to the court that we never actually landed on the moon, my daughter was back in class discovering she had forgotten to bolus for her Starbucks.

Here is where the grab & go breakfast plays a role – she based her daily insulin need calculation on a 30 gram breakfast, 45 gram lunch and daily basal needs. 45 minutes before she left she didn’t know she would get her fix at Starbucks or that her breakfast would actually be closer to 100 grams of carbohydrates. This changed everything. While she woke up with a pretty blood sugar of 124, she was already above 500 when she checked her blood sugar in class. Based on her blood sugar correction factors she barely had enough insulin to correct. That was before lunch.

Now at this time I would like to say my daughter is a teen. She isn’t all consumed with diabetes management. She typically makes good decisions regarding food, insulin dosing, and general diabetes care. Yet she is a teen. She also knows I am in a court room and my phone is off. So she makes a decision that she will likely never make again and it was a learning opportunity. She decided to ration her insulin rather than refill her pump at school.

She decides to take 3/4 of the insulin needed for the blood sugar correction. Thus leaving insulin available for her basal insulin. (I know for those not using an insulin pump or those that have no experience with diabetes some of this may all be mumble jumble – sorry). She eats only 1/3 of a her lunch and uses the last of her insulin. She is still well over 500 at lunch.

When she arrives home she refills her pump with fresh insulin. That was at about 3pm.

I was home but catching a 15 minute cat nap before heading out for a quick birthday celebration with friends. It had been an exhausting day listening to the prosecuting attorney and defense attorney ask the same questions repeatedly. I had been dismissed from the case for reasons not explained to me. (although I have some good ideas as to why)

At 6pm she checks her blood sugar and is now over 600. She decides her pump site has gone bad and replaces the pump site but uses the same infusion site tubbing from the previous site.

I am unaware of most of this. She did tell me she was high and was doing what she needed to do. There was no need for me to ask questions or try to micromanage her. She has done it all before and I was proud she was doing what she needed to do.

She asked for a ride to the talent show at her high school. I obliged.

Two hours later I get a panicked phone call.

“Mom. I need you to come now. I need you to come get me. I feel so sick. I can’t hardly see and my legs are killing me. I need you to come get me now.”

I had been out shopping with the middle kid so we rushed the check out line and sped towards my daughter.

In the car she said “I need to go to the hospital”

We dropped the boy at home, she grabbed some comfy clothes and I grabbed a bucket and a blanket.

She was in the bathroom vomiting. She held a Keto stick that showed massive ketones. (A Keto stick is a strip of paper with a color changing tab that a person with diabetes pees on to check for ketones – I can’t explain it all so if you don’t know – ask) And yes I know a ketone meter is more accurate but tell that to my insurance company would you – thanks.

We rushed to the hospital. The whole ride to the hospital my daughter looked as if she was about to drift out of consciousness. I drove faster. All the while rotating scenarios in which I would get pulled over for speeding while my daughter went into a coma and how I could possibly end up being the most knowledgable person in the ER about DKA. Crap – drive faster.

We arrive and rush into the ER. It was a ghost town thankfully. It takes only 3 minutes to get her checked in and back in a room with a nurse looking for veins in her severely dehydrated arms while another asks questions.

What is her blood sugar? Above 600

Has she vomited? Yes

Do you know if she is positive for ketones? Yes

When was her last dose of insulin? 30 minutes using her brothers pump. 6 units

Is she wearing a pump? Yes but it’s disconnected – we think somethings wrong with it or her site.

Holy crap they speak my language. Amen.

4 attempts and the IV is in.

6 vials of blood are collected

Fluids are descending to hydrate my girl. Another 6 units of insulin is administered.

Heart rate 124

Pulse Ox 69

30 minutes later her color is improving and her heart rate is going down while her pulse ox is going up.

1 hour in and her blood sugar is in the 400s.

Ketones still very large.

Electrolytes improving.

While waiting on the doctor I did exam her insulin pump. There was no insulin coming from the tubbing. There was a smell of insulin coming from where the site tubbing attaches to the pump cartridge. Perhaps it wasn’t attached properly. I removed the old tubbing and replaced it with a set I had brought with. I primed the tubbing until insulin drops dripped from it. I attached it back on my daughter so she would be receiving her basal insulin.

The doctor came in then. He was ending his shift. He suggested once she is more stable we transfer to the children’s hospital in Seattle. It was a longer drive which is why I chose to go to the Swedish hospital only 15 minutes from our home. Plus my daughter is nearly 16 and prefers to be treated as an adult.

I expressed how impressed I was with her care so far and didn’t feel the need at that point to transfer her to children’s hospital. He left to chat with someone at children’s hospital. Then he returned with another doctor replacing him.

The other doctor and I chatted about ketones, hydration, blood sugars, and our prior experiences with DKA.

We didn’t really have any. When my youngest was diagnosed at age 2 he was in DKA because we didn’t even know kids could get diabetes – we thought it was flu-like.

Aside from that, the kids would occasionally have trace ketones if they forgot to dose for a meal but we would always handle it at home. Once when my daughter was 12 she got the flu and we went in to keep her hydrated after a few times vomiting. But she wasn’t in DKA.

After the staff had checked her level of ketones again and noted they were not going down very quickly I asked for crackers and jello. I explained that to get rid of ketones, carbs are also needed. I knew it sounded silly to the nurse but she obliged. My daughter happily ate 4 crackers and some red jello.


I was impressed with how professional, compassionate and mostly knowledgable the ER staff were regarding DKA.

Still when they hung up the second bag of sodium chloride solution I stepped out to chat with the doctor (not to be confused with The Doctor, the last time lord).


I questioned him about the possibility of cerebral edema. (I shouldn’t even know those words. I don’t want to know those words. I have not shared a link to explain cerebral edema because I am not qualified to determine which sites contain the most accurate information)

He said he was monitoring things and felt that a second bag would be beneficial and wasn’t concerned about cerebral edema.

I learned about cerebral edema a couple of years back when reading a story of a child lost in the ER because of the aggressive treatment of DKA. I don’t recall the article or any details aside from the idea that aggressive treatment of dehydration combined with aggressive insulin may have resulted in swelling in the brain. I am still not sure there is any consensus on what exactly causes cerebral edema in people (kids especially) during treatment of DKA. There is a whole lot of medical mumble jumble out there that talks about it but much of it goes over my head. I just knew I wanted to ask about the possibilities, especially in an ER that does not specialize in children or DKA.

My daughter fell asleep as the second bag of sodium chloride slowly dripped into her IV while I watched another episode of Doctor Who on my phone. Thank you Hulu.

Each hour a nurse named Don had come in to check her blood sugar. He was gentle and kind and did his best not to wake my daughter.

We had been in the ER for 4 hours thus far. Her blood sugar was still in the 300s. The doctor came in and administered another 4 units of insulin via her IV.  She still had half a bag of fluids to finish off.

Another 2 hours of sleeping for her and The Doctor for me.

When the fluid was finished, her blood sugar was under 200 and her ketones were down to moderate the doctor asked me what I wanted to do. I said “take her home”.

We checked out with her wrapped in the blanket I had brought.

Once home she climbed into bed and I got comfy on the couch to watch more Doctor Who while I waited another hour to check her blood sugar again.

I fell asleep after I checked her at 4am.

On Friday she slept most the day. I napped for a few hours too. She still was showing small ketones throughout the day but they were going down gradually.

It was a scary exhausting night.

As for the Butterfly Effect also referred to as Chaos Theory:

“In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.”

Would my daughter have ended up in the ER had I not been miles away at the court-house in a court room with my phone off? Would she have called me from school to alert me to her lack of insulin? Would that phone call (had it taken place) stopped the perfect storm of questionable decisions and tech failure? If the defendant hadn’t allegedly committed felony assault would I have still been in a court room? Maybe I would have served on a municipal case involving a red light violation and been done before all the crazy started? Would the chaos have happened if she had boarded the bus with her grab & go breakfast rather than going to Starbucks?

No one can say. My daughter is well and has also learned a life lesson. Better for her to have learned that lesson now when she has a support system to deal with the big issues than when she is an adult on her own without as much support or financial resources. A friend of mine has always said home is a safe place to fail.

Parents – DKA is nothing to shrug off. It is beyond scary how quickly a missed bolus and a few mishaps can escalate into true danger. I know many don’t always check ketones as prescribed by our child’s endo. At least we don’t. Blood sugars fluctuate frequently and a missed meal bolus can usually be corrected within a couple of hours with minimal immediate harm.

Our take-away: If high due to a missed meal/snack bolus – correct by administering insulin. Do the recheck in an hour to be sure the correction bolus is lowering blood sugar. If it is not, trouble shoot other possibilities such as a bad infusion site or bad insulin. Give a second correction preferably by injection to be sure insulin is indeed administered. Then work to fix pump issues. Always plan for emergencies – maybe don’t leave the house with just enough insulin to squeak by with. Check ketones when high for an unknown reason or after staying high despite correction bolus. Be sure someone knows what’s going on other than yourself. My daughter was in a school full of folks who are able and willing to assist her even if she couldn’t contact me. Pride always comes before a fall.

If you actually made it to the end of this post you are a rockstar or need to get out more. But seriously – thank you for reading.


It was very bright in the room. I tried all the normal white light switches and was able to turn off some small lights but the huge florescent light directly above my daughter wouldn’t turn off. Then I noticed two light switches on the back wall that were red. My daughter told me not to touch them, that they looked important. Was that a dare? 

IMG_5727The large florescent light went out. The hospital continued to function. Plus I had already plugged my phone into the red power outlets labeled “emergency” which were clearly a gateway to my reckless behavior.


I know That Tune

Yesterday both my boys had games. Middle kiddo had a lacrosse game and youngest kiddo had a soccer game. The games would play nearly at the same time in opposite directions from each other. My husband had to be at work all day. Thankfully we have been with the soccer team since August and I have a number of friends on the team. Friends that understand diabetes because Sugarboy has developed friendships with his teammates and has hung out with them before. That meant I could send my youngest into Seattle with another family to play his game and not worry about him. Sadly it meant I would be missing his game. My Middles has only been with the LAX team for about a month or so. I don’t know the coaches or any of the parents on his team. Middles has talked to his coach about diabetes and the coach keeps a bottle of mountain dew in his coach bag in case Middles needs it. Middles obviously keeps many fast carbs with him as well. Still I’m not quite ready to send the boy off for a 45 min warm up and 2 hour fast paced LAX game without me or his dad.

After wishing Sugarboy luck and sending him off with friends to his soccer game I loaded up Middles and drove him 30 minutes away to his game. It was raining so instead of watching the 45 minute warm up I dropped the boy and headed to the Starbucks just up the road. A mom and young girl (4 maybe) were ahead of me in line. She mom ordered a latte and the girl a glass of milk and old-fashioned donut. Then the young girl found a comfy seat by the window. I ordered my drink and took my place by the pick-up counter. Just behind me in the plush chairs I thought I heard the familiar sound of a pop. The pop that you hear when the plunger on a lancing device releases to pierce the skin of a tiny finger. I honestly thought I had imagined it. I didn’t turn around to look because at the time I was watching a baby goat play with a dog on my phone.

A moment later the mom was standing at the pick-up counter looking desperate. She called out to one of the baristas to get their attention. The one who heard her said “I’ll be right with you ma’am”. She spoke again – she said “I just need some juice”. Then I turned around. I saw that same sweet young girl from the front this time. Her face was pale. Her eyes sunk. Her body seemed like it was being held up with silly string. I looked at the mom. She was agitated and nearly frantic. I opened my purse took out 4oz box of juicy juice and a roll of smarties. I tapped her shoulder. She didn’t look at me first she looked behind her at her daughter. Then she looked at me and I put the juice and smarties in her hand. She didn’t thank me. She barely made eye contact. She just popped the straw as she rushed the 6 feet back to her daughter.

Her daughter sucked the box until it collapsed on itself as mom opened the smarties.

I looked around – it was something out of a science fiction movie where everyone was frozen. A dozen strangers were watching the comfy chairs. I heard an “excuse me” behind me and turned to find the barista standing there. He handed me my venti latte and asked if I was with the woman and child. I said no and then said “but if you could just pour a half cup of any kind of juice into a cup it would really help her”. He looked past me and then did what I asked. I took the juice to the mom.

Looking up I could see the strangers turning back to their own conversations, phones and laptops.

I turned to walk away and a shaking hand took mine. I stopped. I didn’t know what to say because honestly I felt like any word would make this mom – this Dmom burst into tears. There was so much fear in her eyes.

I put my other hand on the moms shoulder and told her it would all be fine. The child seemed greatly recovered. The mom motioned with her head for me to sit in another plush chair. I did. I think she was afraid to talk too.

I asked what the number was.


I asked when her daughter was diagnosed.

13 days ago.

The child was now eating her old-fashioned donut.

The mom said “I was so scared”

I said “I know”

We sat in silence for a bit.

Then she asked, “how did you know?”

I said “I heard a pop and saw myself in your face”

We chatted for about 15 minutes. When was my child diagnosed and how old was she? Wow, all three kids, is that common?

I assured her multiples were not common.

Then she said “everyone was just staring at us”

I said “it happens, they don’t mean anything, its human nature”

I had to head to my son’s game. She was off somewhere too.

I gave her my card and invited her to contact me anytime.

Driving back to the LAX field, in those 10 minutes after a conversation that we all think of all the better things we could have said I thought I should have quoted Fredrick Nietzsche.

“And those seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music”

EDITED – Since posting this yesterday I have come back to add something:

Many of you have left comments here, on twitter or on the SWIS Facebook page praising me. I appreciate that – I truly do. However I didn’t really do anything that any of you wouldn’t have done, plus I am severely uncomfortable accepting praise in this situation. I would like you to consider the other mom. Her daughter had been diagnosed just 13 days prior. Yet she has her daughter at Starbucks, buying her an old-fashioned donut (which are my favorite too btw) and is checking her child’s blood sugar in public and had the child not been severely low had intended on injecting her daughter right there in the plush chairs of the local Starbucks before her daughter consumed her milk and donut. The real ‘hero’ in this story is not another parent of a cwd that happened to have some juice – the hero is the mom who has not allowed diabetes to change their Saturday morning routine of a donut at Starbucks. The hero is the mom who admitted to a stranger she was scared. I hope the mom calls me or texts me. I didn’t have any of my business cards for my advocacy I only have my substitute teacher cards. I told her she could find SWIS on FB and the web but it was a short visit that focused on her daughter not me. I do hope she finds here way here though and when she does I hope she will read comments about her bravery not me.

(not that I don’t appreciate all the love guys – I prefer it in the form of Egg shaped Reeses cups though)

Stream of Consciousness


I’m a mom with three kids with diabetes. It is a thankless job. A job that comes with many arguments, tears and fears. A job that requires a lot of attention much of the time and a still a job that requires me to back the hell off much of the time. There are fights each week, who didn’t check often enough, who ran out of insulin, who forgot to charge their meter or insulin pump, who ate three bags of Cheetos and left the bags under the couch cushion, who forgot to bolus, who skipped PE by telling the teacher he/she was low when in fact no check was done, etc etc etc (is the three ‘etc’ redundant?). It is also a job that includes; way to go, great job, I know it’s hard, I’m sorry, you’re doing great, just take a juice with you and have fun, I’m proud of you, it’s not your fault, thank you for checking, go have fun, let’s go get ice-cream, who wants a brownie, etc etc etc. It is an exhausting job with late nights, small hour alarms, neglected house work, twitching eyes, and an anxious pounding heart – thundering in my chest as I try to navigate the crashing waves of success and not-quite success. It is a proud job with a star soccer player, a dedicated lacrosse player, excellent grades, amazing friendships, funny moments, big hugs, bumped knuckles and high-fives. It is a job of advocacy with tweets, Facebook shares, diabetes mom lunches, camp committees, letters to congress, educating the public, writing this silly blog, and conferences. It is a job of worry because often diabetes brings a sidekick called depression – for the kids with diabetes and the caregivers who struggle to be the rock. Will my kids battle mental illness along with a chronic illness? Will they feel important and whole despite the crazy that diabetes is? Am I doing all I can? Could I be better? Will my kids grow to be the badass humans I know them to be? Too many tears. Too many days feeling lost and confused and questioning every parenting moment I’ve had. I look at my kids, I watch them sleep, laugh, and play and I know that at those moments they are safe and happy. I can’t fix it all. I can’t take the pain away. I can’t take their diabetes away. All I can do is make sure they know I love them. Make sure they hear often how important they are. Make sure they know it isn’t their fault. Encourage them to always try their hardest and ask for help when they can’t. All I can do is take it a day at a time loving them despite poor choices and things bigger than they are. It is hard and some days I just don’t know I have the strength anymore but there are no alternatives. We keep swimming and spend more time rejoicing in the moments we are given. Don’t look back – we aren’t going that way. Things will not get easier but we will get better at navigating the course and reboot when needed because this shit changes all the time. My head hurts, my eye twitches, and my chest is tight. Yet I got up, I showered, I got dressed, I hugged my kids and today is a new opportunity to love those around me.

I WANT RDJ To Awesome The Crap Outta Me

Two posts in one day and neither one about diabetes.

So I was scrolling through Facebook and I land on this link to the RDJ Experience. Look basically anything with RDJ is going to make me stop scrolling. What? Like any of you would scroll by Tony Stark without stopping, pleeeeeaaaase.


I took this picture from the Omaze page. I’m sorry – but it is so people come to your page.


Basically Robert is offering folks a chance to come hang with him at the World Premiere of Marvel’s Avengers: Age of Ultron. And hey Tony – don’t beat yourself up too much about Ultron – how could you have known. We all make mistakes even when we think we are doing our best.

I totally and completely expect to win but just in case I don’t I would love to see one of my friends walking the red carpet with RDJ. So here is the deal – go to this link – don’t get too excited when RDJ calls you his honey bunny – take a deep breath and clink on the ‘Enter To Win’ tab. Donate a few dollars and then sit back and wait for your invitation to the show or wait for my epic tweet of a selfie with RDJ. My biggest problem will be choosing which of kids to take. They will need to draw straws. Sweetsfuff assumes it would be her but I think she will be at diabetes camp at that time. Both of my boys would look totally badass (that was for you Katy) in tuxedos. Sadly Chad will need to stay home to parent what ever kid I love less, but I’m certain he would totally approve of me allowing RDJ to Awesome the crap outta me.

So where is your donation going – to Julia’s House.

‘Julia’s House is a children’s hospice charity dedicated to helping life-limited children and their families. The nurses and caregivers at Julia’s House provide life-changing support for parents and their children both in the hospice and in their own homes. The majority of those children are unlikely to live beyond the age of 18, but thankfully Julia’s House is there for them year-round, offering emergency respite and overnight care during treatment and offering emotional and practical support at the end of a child’s life.’

So basically even if you don’t care to hangout with RDJ – you can still chose to support Julia’s house.

As a parent of three kids with Type 1 Diabetes I have thanked my lucky stars many times over that my kids ‘only’ have diabetes. My kids will live. My kids will thrive. There is nearly nothing my kids can’t do because they have diabetes – except right now Sugarboy is breaking my heart because all he talks about is being an astronaut and honestly I don’t know how he ever could since he can’t be in the USAF and I’m thinking NASA is out too. Totally breaking my heart and I don’t have the heart to tell him. If only he had an Ironman suit.

Sorry I digressed – again there are many things worse than diabetes. I have mentioned before that when Sugarboy was diagnosed we were in the same hospital wing as kids battling cancer. I had coffee with parents who very likely never took their child home. Diabetes is a total SOB. I would take it from my kids if I could. Still I am thankful my kids have incredible full lives ahead of them. Sadly the families who seek help from Julia’s House can’t say the same of their kids. Anyway – please consider donating to Julia’s House and if you happen to win the grand prize and you don’t want to go you can totally give it to me. Again – HERE is the link.

One more time click THIS link.


My Meme Of Fours

I have been in a slump. A writing slump. Some due to time (poor time management to be more precise) and some due to writers block and some due to pure laziness. We won’t discuss which cause has been most prevalent.

Then Laddie over at Test Guess and Go posted the “Meme of Fours” – she got it from Kelly at Diabetesaliciousness who in turn got it from Scully at Can.D.Gal and Stephen at Happy Medium and Rachel at Refreshing D and Kerri at SixUnitlMe and finally Jeff at Jeff Mathers Dispatches – my point this “Meme of Fours” gets around.

Also – I need to thank Laddie who sent me to Kelly who introduced me to Rachel and Jeff’s blogs which I don’t know that I had ever read.

Are you all back from reading everyone else’s posts yet. No hurry, I can wait.

How about now?

Great – good stuff out there in the blogosphere right.

Try not to compare all their ^^^^  wit with mine – totally not a fair comparison.


took this image from Laddie’s page

1. Four names people call me other than my real name.

  1. Chris (only Becky from the DOC calls me Chris) which is just short for Christina so does this count?
  2. Tina – again a short version of Christina but my preferred name – still boring right?
  3. Tiny – only my dad – and I’m not tiny anymore
  4. Texas (used sparingly by friends in CA when I moved there from Texas)

2. Four Jobs I’ve Had

  1. Photo technician during high school
  2. Ride operator/ training supervisor at Six Flags Great America in college
  3. Contract Specialist while active duty in the United States Air Force
  4. Pre-school teacher and substitute teacher

3. Four Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once

  1. Forest Gump
  2. All Harry Potter movies
  3. All Marvel movies
  4. All LOTRs movies

4. Four Books I’d Recommend

  1. All Outlander books by Diana Gabaldon
  2. Watership Down (my newest most favorite book)
  3. All Harry Potter books
  4. All Chronicles of St. Mary books by Jodi Taylor (super fun time traveling historical fiction with just enough sass to keep you laughing)

5. Four Places I’ve Lived

  1. Born in WI – got out as soon as I could (seriously I joined the military to get out)
  2. Texas – where the USAF took me.
  3. Northern California – I thought Id hate it but it turned out to be my most favorite place ever. I miss the beaches and sunshine.
  4. Suburbs of Seattle, WA. – don’t let the hype fool you – it doesn’t rain all the time.

6. Four Places I’ve Visited (this is the one that makes me want to reevaluate my life choices – to all the young unmarried or recently married with no kids yet people – TRAVEL now – see the world or as much of it as you can before you add extra passengers to your flight plans)

  1. Cancun Mexico – that was fun
  2. Ohio – envious aren’t you?
  3. Florida/Orlando – my favorite non-beach vacation spot because umm – Disney and Universal Studios duh.
  4. Whistler Canada – its beautiful.

7. Four Things I Prefer Not To Eat

  1. Lima Beans
  2. Beets
  3. Chinese Food
  4. Lemon squares

8. Four Of My Favorite Foods

  1. Mexican food
  2. Rocky Mountain caramel apples
  3. Mushroom anything
  4. Butternut Squash anything

9. Four TV Shows I Watch

  1. West Wing (over and over again)
  2. Agents of Shield
  3. Elementary
  4. Doctor Who – especially Doctor #10 David Tennant

10. Four Things I’m Looking Forward To This Year

  1. Summer
  2. A vacation somewhere possibly the East Coast to visit Brian, go to DC museums, and Hershey park. Sadly I don’t think FFL in Orlando is in the cards this year.
  3. Finishing painting the interior of my house (we’ve now lived in the house 1 year and I just started painting)
  4. Seeing the Washington and Oregon coast lines – basically the ocean

11. Four Things I am Always Saying

  1. Negative ghost rider, pattern is full (said to my kids when I need to say no to something)
  2. I can smell a lie like a fart in the car
  3. I could use a nap
  4. Don’t roll your eyes at me

Couple disclaimers:

  • in regards to places I have visited – I do not mean to say that I regret my three amazing kids when I say “reevaluate my choices” but traveling with kids is hard and expensive. I wish I had gone to far away places like Scotland and New Zealand before having kids because with kids it is just too expensive for our family.
  • I realize I totally cheated with books and movies by including the word “ALL” but it isn’t like you would read just one Outlander book or one Harry Potter book/movie or see just one Marvel movie. It isn’t really cheating when it is logical.
  • None of my answers can be used to guess my passwords.
  • My life (even to me right at this moment) may seem mundane but I can assure you I am quite happy with my little life. I have served in the United States military. I have multiple degrees from Universities. I have three amazing kids who I occasionally want to throttle but adore none the less. I have the most amazing friends all over the United States and in other countries. To me the value of my life is counted in my relationships more than the places I’ve traveled, the jobs I’ve had, or how well read or cultured I am. Not that this isn’t a fun post, although I enjoyed reading the other ‘Meme of Fours’ more than writing mine. I do wish I had better nicknames.
  • No there is nothing diabetes related in this post. Well except for the mention of FFL (Friends For Life), a huge diabetes conference that happens in Orlando each July. We had planned to go but it just isn’t in the budget this year. If you haven’t gone you should check it out and consider going. You will love it whether you are an adult with Type 1 or a parent of a child with diabetes.

Thanks Laddie, et al. for sharing your Fours.