Friday, March 27, 2009

Your Dreams Are Closer Than You Think

What could be more appropriate in Portland, Oregon that warm, fuzzy, socks?



That's right, the wonderful online store, full of all things leggy, Sock Dreams is in fact, based in Portland, Oregon. Rather than just shopping on line, I decided to actually stop by the store.


(Oh, look, there's a strip club behind them. I wonder if any of the dancers ever come in to round out their outfits.)

The store is stocked, and gorgeous, and the staff was super helpful.



I ended up buying my first pair of fingerless gloves, my first pair of over the knee socks and a lovely garter (supposed to be used to hold up long socks) that I will be attaching my pump to and will be wearing under my fancy shmancy dress for the JDRF Gala next week.



(This blog post was written wearing my new fingerless gloves. Aahhhh. Warmies.)

Sock Dreams is located at 725 SE Powell Blvd
Portland OR 97202 Note: The store has very limited hours!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

There's Always Room For More

(Warning: This post has no real point except to supply you with Man Candy.)

By now, you should know about my obsessions with Daniel Craig and Dave Matthews. Well, they need to move over a bit for someone new. I was watching The Tonight Show with Jay Leno the other night and out walked John Cena.

Damn! Even fully clothed, even through the television, he exuded testosterone.


(This is not what he was wearing during the show.)

I don't want to watch his movies, I don't want to hear him rap, I don't want to watch him wrestle. I just want to touch him.

Do you think this can be arranged? (We were both born in Massachusetts, if that helps at all.)

Monday, March 16, 2009

Watch It Wiggle

In my quest to keep my blood sugars stable and my snacking on carbohydrate loaded food down, I have re-ignited my love affair with Jello.



Luckily for me, Martin cannot stand Jello, so I always know how much is left in the fridge. I was telling my friend Don about my fresh romance with Jello and he mentioned (because sometimes he is a vegetarian) that gelatin comes from animals. I believe I said something like, "Good, I like eating animals." or some other massively clever remark. I continued on with, "Yeah, I know... ground up hooves."

But after going home, I wanted to make sure that I really did know what gelatin was made of. Well, turns out I was wrong. Gelatin is not made out of animals' hooves (as the urban legend wants us to think) but instead:

Gelatin is a protein produced by partial hydrolysis of collagen extracted from the bones, connective tissues, organs, and some intestines of animals such as domesticated cattle, and horses.

Source: Wikipedia

(Oh yum!)

Other things that use gelatin that may shock my vegetarian/vegan friends:

Color gels in professional lighting equipment
Pharmaceutical capsules
Photographic paper
Match heads
Sandpaper
Playing cards (it makes the surface smooth and glossy)
Paint balls
Peeps

So, will this newfound knowledge of gelatin keep me from eating it? No. In fact, I have Cherry flavored collagen chilling in the fridge right now!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Keep the Lines of Communication Open

Last Monday, my niece turned 14. *gulp* I finally understand why my Aunts used to always say, "How can you be all grown up? I used to change your diapers!" I have so far, been able to refrain from saying that to E., but I REMEMBER!!!!

I've been trying to make sure that she can reach me if she needs me for something. And since she is 14, texting is her favorite form of electronic communication. So, a week before her birthday, I sent her a text:

ME: What do you want for your birthday?

HER: Who IS this?

(At this point, I realized that she had not entered my phone number in to her phone, so it did not tell her who sent the text. And I laughed.)

HER: Hello??

(At this point, Martin walked in. I had to tell him the story and we were both laughing.)

ME: Sorry, it's Auntie Lia.

HER: Oh, umm...I don't know. Cash??

(Martin and both lost it this time. Good for her to just asking for what she wanted.)

So on Saturday, when we all met up to celebrate both E's (3/9) and my birthday (3/6) I teased her a bit about the text conversation. (And I noticed she didn't bother to remedy the situation, either!)

But before everyone showed up, Martin and I needed to waste some time. So I took pictures of us in the car.



He complained that I cut him out, so here is just one of him.



Oh, and here's an all birthday girl pic of E. and myself.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Know Thy Cycle

I'm 34, and I've never bothered to learn my menstrual cycle. I've never needed to try and get pregnant, and for the years I was on the pill I could easily predict when I was going to get my period. Therefore, I've never really bothered. However, I have noticed an interesting pattern developing and so I cracked open a text book (read: Wikipedia) to learn all about my cycle.

The Follicular Phase
This phase begins on the first day of menstruation, ends with ovulation and lasts roughly 14 days. During this time, heterosexual women are often attracted to men that are more feminine, with the idea being that they are more likely to stick around. Therefore, I have nicknamed this stage the Dave Matthews or Yummy Boys phase because this is when I have dreams about cuddling up by the fire with Dave Matthews while he sings to me.



The Luteal Phase
This phase begins with ovulation and ends when menstruation begins (again, roughly 14 days). It is this time that a women is most fertile. And apparently, attracted to more manly, masculine men because the extra testosterone is supposed to insure good breeding. So I have nicknamed this phase, Daniel Craig or Man Candy phase. Who wouldn't want Daniel Craig (in 007 character of course) to show up at your door and whisk you away?



Hopefully I've helped you realize a few things, or perhaps given you some ideas to explore.

Either way, it sure is entertaining.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

It's Ok To Follow

Last week, I went swing dancing at the PPAA with my friend Don Park.



Now, I've done all sorts of line dances before (thanks to my many summers at the Sandy Island, YMCA Family Camp on Lake Winnipesaukee, NH), and I've certainly been to one or two proms in my life, but apparently I've never taken formal partnered dance lessons before.

You know how I know this? Because I had the hardest time following. In a partnered dance, one person leads and one person follows. In life, I'm not used to following, I'm used to being in charge: my diabetes management, my career, all the choices I'm making.

If you can't keep up with me, you might be left behind. But with dancing, I was forced to wait. Seconding guessing what was going to happen, trying to plan ahead, just did not work.

Luckily for Don, he already knew me pretty well. Because I think we did 50% dancing, 40% laughing and 10% me yelling at him (but in an irresistibly cute way).

I had fun and learned a bit about myself all at the same time.

Oh, and ladies, did I mention that Don is single?

Feel free to engage him in other activities, just leave him free for me on Thursday nights.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Give A Little Love

My friend, Kelly Guimont, local PDX blogger and nerd extraordinaire is looking for a job. But does she just sit on her butt and mope? No. She proposed an idea to KGW Channel 8, a Hire Me video section to help herself and others that are looking for a job.

Here is her video.

Anyone with that much motivation, creativity and imagination deserves to be at a company that values and rewards those skills. Do you work for one? Do you know of one? Give Kelly a little love, and drop her a line.

Besides all the lovely skills she mentions in her video, she can also move from the geek world to the non-geek world seamlessly(and is fluent in both "languages").

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Make Amends

Dear P.

I'm sorry I've been bad mouthing you to my friends and family. I'm sorry that I've called you worthless and a slacker. While I know it's not your fault, the feeling of abandonment and the constant reminders just make it worse for me.

I know I am partly to blame, I've just hated you and not bothered to find out what makes you tick. Last week, about 20 years after you stopped "trying", I finally found out that I have been very wrong this whole time.

20 years ago, you were plodding through life innocently enough, I know, until unfairly attacked by something close to you. I'm sure you didn't even see it coming. And you were hurt. Things were broken that can never be fixed. I knew all this, I'd learned all this and I thought that was it.

So, I complained that you gave up, that you were worn out and useless.

But now I learn this isn't the case.

When I joked that all I wanted for Christmas, was a new pancreas, you kept on. When I accused you of being dead weight, you kept going.

It turns out, that while one part of you is broken, you keep soldiering on. You've been keeping my small intestine and stomach running smoothly for all these years.

Thank you for that.


(And if you happen to hear from my T-Cells that went rouge about August of 1989, let me know. I have a bone to pick with them.)