On Call

Everyone on my team has to do an on call shift for a week. There are six of us, and one of us is leaving. It isn't bad being on call but I sometimes forget I am on call. And I go out in the world and get an emergency page from a station. 

Without my laptop on hand. Unable to look at anything to help. Once we were at a cidery in the middle of nowhere, shocked that my phone rang and I called the guy back to find out "the problem went away by itself." 

Awesome. Wonderful. And thank goodness because wow. I'm 90 minutes from my house and literally cannae help ye, brother. 

I was on call last week and got an emergency page during business hours, which always cracks me up. Like, dude. Submit a ticket and also the thing you are having a hard time with is not an actual Emergency as defined. Is your website down? No? Not an emergency. etc. 

I helped the guy, educated him, and at the end of the call I just had to laugh. It monkey wrenched my afternoon. I was in the middle of house walking and got interrupted. 

With one person leaving, we'll drop a week and have a 5 week cycle. At one point there were eight of us so we'd be on call once a week for every other month, which was super nice. We also cover for each other. So if you're going on vacation, someone will swap coverage for a day or the whole shift if needed. Our team is very kind to each other. I appreciate that. 

I went off call this morning at 8am. And even though we do not get nearly the amount of Emergency Pages we used to get, back in 2014-2019.... when we hosted streaming services and our content management system was failing regularly, it still brings to me a sigh of joy when I get the text letting me know I'm off call. 

I need to go look at the schedule for when I'm seeing Guster at the end of March, and when my dad's cemetery service is at the end of April.

Not much else going on. 

Here's a picture of Toffee being a weirdo. She drags herself around on her belly, legs stretched out behind her, tail wagging. She looks like a bear rug or a spatchcocked chicken or turkey. She arches her back like a yoga pose, and you can see her tail is wagging and she is just ready for fun. silly beast. 

Digits below.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.  dedicated 10+2, walk to the Pokegym; 6k+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 140
4:20pm: 121 (tested 2x just to make sure it was actually that good...)
10pm: 123

food:

coffee, water
9:15am: 2 oatmeal cookies (the last of them!)
1pm: metformin; large salad, bacon, cucumber, tomatoes, spinach, mayo (blt plus)
6:30pm: baked chicken breast stuffed with spinach & feta, marinated in olive oil, lemon, yogurt
vodka tonic

It could be worse, in fact

Something happened at work that has me irrationally angry. Maybe not irrational. My feelings are based on valid emotions and observations. But should I be as mad as I am? 

Yes, I'm big mad about the thing. I can't really write or talk about it because I don't know who reads this. But it ruined my otherwise really good day. 

At about 5 Doug was getting ready to take Toffee for a walk and I was just in the kitchen banging shit around in the guise of making dinner. 

Like. that is going to help right? 

Doug asked me what my deal was, I told him what happened, and he sided with me. A lot of times he'll dismiss my feelings or point out the other side of the situation being right more than I'm right. But tonight, his "what gives [that person] the right to make [that shitty decision to do something]. There should be a committee or consensus on the thing." 

When my husband who usually shrugs the shit out of things or says I'm not really valid in my feels has the "who do they think they are?" stance. Well. 

Anyway. 

He went to walk the dog, and I got dinner in the oven. I took a quick walk in down to the pokemon gym and back. Colder than it looks outside. 

I had cooled down emotionally too. 

My sister called me on the phone, she never calls. We use Facebook to talk to each other on video calls. So I was surprised to get an actual call. I ate dinner and got right back to her. 

Our uncle Jim passed away and she was calling to let me know. 

Our cousins get to go through the buttoning up of life since his wife, their mom, Carole passed away quite a bit ago. 

We chatted for a while and she showed me her crazy out of control new puppy. I showed her mine, sleeping beautifully at my feet. They'll get there. But right now, their puppy is a velociraptor.

I ended up not being mad anymore about work. Or anything. But I am still mad. Just not that mad. 

Anyway, I started a dedicated 10 walk in the house while Doug was out, and got to 5 minutes and got bored. When Doug got back, I ended up going down to the pokegym and didn't linger too long out there, it was cold. 

Oh, and the daffodils are popping up in our yard. In February. Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. Dedicated 10+ to the pokegym. 6k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 177
4:30pm: 128
10pm: 131

food:

coffee, water
12:30: bowl of chicken salad; metformin
1pm: another bowl of chicken salad
6:30: bowl of rotini w/sausage and mushrooms and sauce, melted mozzarella
vodka tonic
7:45pm: ramekin of mixed nuts; metformin+jardiance

Good Omelet Day

I was in such a hurry last night that I published my blog post with a place holder title. Blogger lets you fix the title but not the Permalink. Which seems like a deficit to me. But whatever. Note to self, don't be so fast next time and check your work. 

So unprofessional of me. 

Today was a non-holiday for us. We don't get Presidents' day off, and so I did not take it. Some of my colleagues have kids so it is the start of February school vacation week for them. I usually always work holidays so people with kids can have zero qualms about time off. 

I got a lot done, it was a good day, and not too stressful. I had a long back and forth with a client who is talking circles around me, and I can't make him happy. That was a little frustrating. And I think I gave someone the answer to something and they won't like what I told them, but I ran it past a colleague here and she told me that my response was understanding, caring, and loving. I offered my advice and told her that honestly she is doing something the wrong way and asking for a tech solution for a people communications solution. But I told her in a very kind way in the end. Still, I feel I'm not going to win this one and she's going to dredge it up in the future. 

I made one hell of an omelet today and loved it. So much. Like, I'm going to do it again tomorrow. Bacon and Goat Cheese make everything better. 

Geoff went to the market and we have food for dinners through Thursday, which is good. He had Friday and today off because he worked over the weekend. So having him free on a weekday was like old times. Here's my bank card, please go buy everything on this list and then also wine. Please buy your mom wine. 

I didn't even shower today, I had no in person on camera meetings lined up today so it was fine, but I felt slimy all day. Looking forward to showering tomorrow. 

Doug came up at 4:30 and I asked him if he was going to take Toffee for a walk. He said yes, "Why, do you want to come?" 

Yes I do. 

Geoff had started making dinner and the last of my emails could wait. Let's go. 

We did a little over a mile in 29 minutes, according to my fitbit. Got some pokemon caught. He asked if I wanted to turn right and lengthen the walk by a block or two and I did not. It was colder than I expected, I was feeling hungry, it was after 5, and Geoff's chili would be ready by the time we got back. All the right excuses. And I knew our route was a mile, what I would have done on the treadmill if I managed to get myself to the gym. So this was enough.

And I was right about dinner. Perfect timing. 

Geoff picked up more corn syrup and food coloring so I can keep decorating cookies. But I realized I didn't have the muffin tins that I usually use for doing the frosting. So I guess I do need to connect to pick them up. But I think I have muffin tin liners that'll do the job. I have a few small ramekins, and some tupperware. But it can wait. 

I just ordered a bunch of sprinkles and sugars which will arrive by Wednesday. Gold, Silver, Purple... things that I didn't see at the market and that I wanted. I figure some cool black iced cookies with silver sparkles are going to be so fun. 

Upping my decorating game, yo. 

Anyway, no picture today. Just a good day that started out with a good omelet. Sometimes that's the best way to kick off a Monday. 

Digits below.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 1 mile walk, 29 min. w/Doug 7k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 193
4:30pm: 175
10pm: 177

food:

coffee, water
10:30am: 2 egg omelet w/sauteed onion, wilted spinach, goat cheese, bacon. (so good)
11am: Metformin
2:30pm: apple w/peanut butter
6pm: chili w/shredded cheddar and fritos
7pm: metformin+jardiance
a few more fritos while loading the dishwasher
red wine

The Sunday Funday blog post

I fell asleep last night an finish the cookie day entry. You can read that here. If so inclined.

Doug and I watched a really dumb movie after I got home called Spaghettiman. It was awful, but had its moments, and could have been so much better with some snappier dialog and a better ending. At about 11 I realized I didn't blog, and didn't have the energy to do anything outside of brush the teeth and hit the sheets. 

Did the same sleep in thing this morning as yesterday and woke up after 10am. 

Toffee initially woke me up at 7:30 and Doug had gone into the guest room sometime in the night and closed the door so she wouldn't follow him. 

After waking me up, she heard him and went to get him rustling about and went to find him. He took care of her morning needs. I went back to sleep and didn't even hear Geoff leave to go to work. Deep sleep for another couple hours.

When I did get up, super exciting. We sat quietly together, drank coffee and I had a couple of my oatmeal cookies with the giant pecan center.

I thought the cookies looked like eyes and made myself giggle.

Toffee sat here obsessed with the Roku screensaver so I got her picture. 

Please do ignore the past-their-prime poinsettias and my lap desk akimbo on the table. 

Last night Doug moved it because it was wilding hour with the dog after she had dinner so he didn't want the dog to whack my laptop and send it absolutely airborne.

Very glad we do not have downstairs neighbors as the noise and energy would make people batty.

I chatted with Linda a bit about spring travel plans and shenanigans. I still have to book the Brooklyn hotel and we have to figure out Linda's home trip after the Boston Guster show since I'll have the car, she won't.  

Doug took a big nap and then while I was cleaning up the kitchen and doing yet another load of dishes he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I passed and continued to do some cleaning. 

I started to put Christmas away, finally, by bringing things down to the storage room. I have a couple boxes I want to sort and repackage, but didn't get to it. 

For dinner I didn't have a lot of ideas but he suggested we get takeout from the Greek Cafe in downtown. So I went with him, he double parked while I ran in. Easy peasy. 

And yeah. That was the excitement for sunday. 

Digits below. 

Sunday digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Missed 9am - slept in. Dedicated 20. 5100 steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10:15am: 173
5pm: 156
10pm: 197

food:

coffee, water
10:30am: 2 oatmeal cookies
11:30am: turkey and havarti on 647 bread w/mayo
6pm: gyro and spanikopita. Metformin+jardiance
red wine+gingerale
7-8pm: 4 more oatmeal cookies

Cookie Day Fun A Day Late

(Saturday's blog a day late)
This morning, I anticipated being up early. Geoff is working this weekend, full time shifts both days, 9am to 5pm. Since I knew it was going to snow overnight I told him to wake me up around 8:15, I'd drink a cup of coffee, and drive him over. Then, I could bake more cookies. 

Well, I heard him bumping around, 6am ish, too early to actually be up. So I went to the bathroom and back to bed. Fast asleep. Out cold. I didn't hear Doug and Toffee get up. And Doug drove the boy to work. I heard some talking about feeding the dog breakfast, but I rolled over and into my usual between 6 and 9am wild dream events. This morning was no different. But at least nothing so horrible that I am shook. Doug got murdered in this morning's dream. At least I think he did. He went missing on a forced haunted trail event after we had gone to a musical/play in a beat up shitty run down building where mice ran over your feet. Jess and Molly were with us, and after Doug disappeared we ended up talking about Taylor Swift songs at one of the "scary" houses, which wasn't scary at all. 

Well, unless you are afraid of Taylor Swift. Which I am not. I just don't know a lot about her music. 

Anyway. Up at 10:30, Doug was on the couch with the dog, so I just slept through it all. Didn't hear a thing. 

I had my first cup of coffee and set to baking. Regretted not making the dough last night but this went fast. I kind of screwed up though, you aren't supposed to heat the butter, but, my room temperature butter is always too hard and it never creams nicely with the sugar and egg. So I nuke it. Usually 10-15 seconds but I did it for a minute. I think that had an impact on the quality of the dough. It was very cracked and dumb looking and didn't roll out nicely. I needed a second (technically fourth) batch so I didn't make that mistake again. 

Two giant batches of dough ready, I had already made hearts and stars yesterday so we got flowers, some large mickey mouse ones, and lots of cats.

Lots of cats. 

And I realized I skipped all the birthday shapes after I was done with both batches. ugh. 

I thought about making Sara a batch of dough, so she and the boys can do it this weekend, but, I ran out of butter enough to make another batch or two. 

Instead, I asked Doug if he wanted cookies and he said "you don't have to do that," with all honesty.  But. I have enough butter for one batch for us for home. "Do you want toll house, oatmeal, or peanut butter?"

 He asked for oatmeal, with pecans. 

I checked the bag of pecans and noticed they were whole pecans. So I told him I was cheating. I didn't really have time to smash the pecans, so, each cookie gets one big ass pecan. What I should have done was wet the pecans and roll them in some brown sugar, or sprinkle a little on top of the cookies when the pecans were pressed in, but, I was just in a hurry and didn't think of it until everyone was in the oven. 

They look cute. I'm proud of them. Even if they aren't what I set out to really make. Doug told me he doesn't like the craisins or raisins in the oatmeal cookies and I do, so, since I'm not necessarily supposed to eat them, I mad them to his liking. 

Apologies for the wonky lighting. but 3pm brings a delightful angle into my kitchen through the window. 

I got to Sara at about 3:30. We set to covering the table, as the boys set to mixing colors. Hen is a little obsessed right now with colors. At the end of the month he's going to have a blast as they take him to a Crayola museum in Pennsylvania. I think you get to mix your own colors and then get crayons off of them! 

His cousin Grant is here for the weekend. He lives in Ohio, and they are two months apart. 

They are super cute together and worked closely (physically and in agreement) on color mixes. Grant's attention to the task was short lived - eventually he was kind of done. He didn't want to put sprinkles on anything, or eyes, he did a couple cats in a purple grey to match his cat at home. And we had to encourage him to stay at the table and not want to go play X-box. 

Sara's mom lives with them, and she also came to decorate cookies and I honestly feel like she had a blast. 

The cat butt cookies were hilarious. I brought chocolate chips and while he didn't bust a gut laughing at them, Grant gave a smile and guffaw, which is big. He's not a big laugher. So I know I scored with that when I showed him. 

Some of the cookies were cracked and weird because probably of how I made the dough, and it wouldn't roll out without breaking. I showed the boys how everything is imperfect. But sometimes all you need is a coating of sugar and color and it's like nothing is wrong. Perfection. 

Then I thought about it. Grant's going through some things with his mom (Sara's sister) and I realized the message I might be sending was a little warped so I stopped. 

I was thinking of Kintsugi, where you fix broken things with gold, so that the frosting was like fixing the brokenness of the cookie. But in Kintsugi, the gold is always visible, becomes part of the broken pottery, as a reminder of the brokenness. Not to mask the brokenness and hide it. 

I realized my metaphor was coming off as "put on a fake sugary coating and hide your flaws, your sadness, your weakness, and the world won't know what's happening underneath. That's perfection!" 

Frosting fixes everything. 

Ugh. no. It's just a cookie, Chris. Please don't say things that a 9 year old can take with him for life and be even more hurt by it when you're just trying to be a cool philosopher. 

Sara's husband said "I didn't know cookies had such deep philosophy." 

They don't really. I am just talking out of my ass.

Henry noticed that we didn't have m&ms and he was disappointed. I realized yeah, I didn't bring them because I am used to needing those for Christmas tree ornaments and red noses for reindeer. They used a bunch of chocolate chips on the flower shaped ones, 

At about 5:45pm we let the boys go, lots of cookies decorated without them while they played in the yard in the snow. We got a lot less snow at my house, 3 miles south. They had enough for a snowball fight but not enough for a snowman. 

The cat butts were funny but the shape could also be a dinosaur looking over its shoulder. We made a bunch and painted shoes and pants on them when the first coat dried. 

I now want to go get this cookie cutter shape from Sara and make a million more colorful dinosaurs. 

I didn't take as many pictures as I thought, I guess we were just having fun. 

We cleaned up, went to the pub for dinner. It was packed. A horrible band was playing and my meal was not so good. Feh. 

But. I brought home a mess of cookies that we didn't get to decorate and I have those to entertain myself with. I forgot my food coloring and half my sprinkles, so if I want to decorate these as a gift of a moment of peace to myself next week, I can. Digits below because I put the pictures inline. 

digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Missed 9am - slept in. No dedicated 10 but a lot of movement. 5500+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10:30am: 160
n/apm: did not take an afternoon reading
10pm: 227

food:

coffee, water
1pm: turkey sandwich w/Mayo on 647 bread
2pm: metformin
7:30pm: 2 pieces of pub pizza, 2 small pieces of southwest egg roll, fajita steak wrap - flavorless and horrible. ate the meat because i felt bad an animal gave its life and it didn't belong in the trash but the rest of it did (sorry, lettuce). 
3 truly seltzers
9pm: metformin+jardiance

Baking the Cookies

This morning I had a dream that was incredibly disturbing, so much so that I can't even write it down but I can't stop thinking about it. I woke up at 8am before the alarm and just said "alright I'm not going back to sleep to see that shit again. voof." 

A weird and awkward way to start the damn day.

There was a digital media webinar this morning, so I mixed cookie dough while listening. I had procrastinated so long and had to do it. Great way to spend 90 minutes. I cut and baked the first batch and mixed a second. I baked those around 5pm, and realized I needed to make another batch. Maybe a double batch. I only have hearts and stars. I need to make the cats and the flowers. So I'll end up with 90000 cookies by the time I'm done I think. But that's no problem. The more, the better.

We're meeting up at 3pm tomorrow so my plan is to whip a couple batches up early and we're good. No worries.  I may just even bring some dough with me, so Sara and Henry can cut and bake their own cookies too, I think that'll be fun for Hen.

There was a team retreat this afternoon to sit and close helpdesk tickets. Together. That's how I missed the 2pm steps I think. I thought for sure I got up and moved and met the goal but ... missed, probably by a couple steps. 

I'm super drained today. Training meeting, doing all these old tickets, cookies! And a chef quality meal for the fam. I'm bushed! 

Saving the pictures for tomorrow so we have something to look forward to! 

We're supposed to get 3-5 inches of snow overnight tonight so I could very well wake up to a sweet winter wonderland. We'll see. 

Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Somehow missed 2pm?! No dedicated 10. 5400 steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 183
5pm: 151
9:30pm: 182

food:

coffee, water
9:45am: chicken salad (sorry Doug)
11am: Metformin
1pm: Apple w/Peanut Butter
7pm: chicken in creamy mushroom sauce (using this recipe, but expanding on it to make more sauce, thicken it) with chinese rice and peas
8pm: metformin+jardiance
vodka tonic

Water Water Water

Doug had a 7am meeting this morning, and I was awake with him at 6 but went back to sleep. Full of regrets on that. I had a 9am meeting, woke up at 8:45, brushed my hair, got coffee,  found my laptop, read email, and started the meeting. It was nothing but a hassle. The woman I was meeting with had a problem with her computer, her mic wasn't working, but she could hear me. She rebooted her computer and started again but still no mic. So she called in on the phone. Our half hour meeting turned into 80 minutes. 

After I was done with her I had to go to a team meeting to talk about Goals and Objectives. I felt like I had no time to prepare for anything but luckily I didn't have to contribute anything, just listen.

Several more meetings and some sudden jump in and do this what's the update on that kinds of stuff. I was supposed to have a check in with a teammate and asked her if we could bump it to later in the day. 4:30. Okay. (no gym for me, I guess). 

Doug came up at 4 and asked if I was done for the day, nope. He invited me to go for a walk and I told him that I'd be on a call until at least 5. So he took Toffee. She loves to go for walks. I had my meeting with my co-worker until 5:30. it went great. And I got dinner in the oven and Toffee's dish filled in time for her to come tearing into the house to eat. Toffee Time! 

We had dinner, Geoff went to the gym, and I schlepped a basket of laundry down to wash. When I went to move the laundry into the dryer, I stepped right into a big ass pile of water, in front of the washing machine. What the hell. What the living hell. 

I looked at the utility sink, and it was almost full, slowly draining. 

Ah. Okay. There's the problem. 

I thought maybe the washer was leaking or something, but alright. This maybe I can handle. Plunger, plunge plunge plunge!! meh? Sort of helping, not really helping. But it was going down. Slowly. I had no Drano or anything, so the plunger was my only weapon.

The laundry still needed to spin so I put the water setting on the super small setting where it had been on the super large setting.  This prevented too much water from going in. I stood there and watched.

After all the water finally drained out of the sink, I noticed there was a lot of schmutz in the sink, so it needs to be scrubbed. That's probably what's clogging the drain. I think we should get a nice snakey dealie in there, but I had Geoff grab some Drano from the store on his way home from the gym. I'll tackle it in the morning.

Tonight, I was supposed to bake cookies for Saturday. I have a decorating date with Henry for his birthday. I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I work better under pressure and at a deadline. 

Super excited for tomorrow to be Friday and then the weekend. And cookies. There will be cookies. 

No picture. I thought about taking a picture of the sink, but. meh. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.   No dedicated 10. 5500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 169
5pm: 153
10pm: 165

food:

coffee, water
noon: chicken salad. Metformin
5pm: some triscuits and sliced havarti and pepperoni
6pm: porkloin and 3 pierogi; metformin+jardiance

Bad Habits Developing

I realized this morning that we quietly let Doug's dad's passing go by without thinking of it, mentioning it. It's funny how some of my friends have really powerful hard times around yahrzeits (jahrzeit as an alternat spelling).  They get depressed leading up to the memory, they go to the cemetery, they mourn over and over again. 

But we just kind of, go on. And we think of birthdays and we smile. But we don't dwell necessarily on the death day. It's not just another day really, but it is. There's nothing you can do, and you can't change a thing, but. I'm somewhat ashamed I didn't necessarily stop for a beat and think on him.

As I got ready for work this morning it crossed my mind where we were in 2018. Right about now.

 Thankfully I have a blog, and I record things, and talk about things, and I know on February 5th I was house cleaning and then called to rescue Doug and Geoff after the car broke down on the way up there to be with the family. 

And then how Geoff and I came home knowing we'd go back up soon. And we did. 

We did. 

I was going to write today about how I need to change some habits. 

Lately, I can't fall asleep at night, and then in the morning I can't wake up. I've been sleeping until about 8:50. My alarm goes off, and I basically hit snooze 5 times. 10 minute increments. But that's stupid, I should just get up. 

Even more so, I've been resetting the 8am alarm to 9am. I never have meetings in the 9am hour, I just basically read things, catch up on slack, and then go to scrum at 10. Then after scrum, we work. And we work long past 5pm, 6pm, we work until we are kind of just done. 

I haven't been making time for me to go to the gym in the afternoons. I was going to do it today, honest I was. Then my colleague messaged me to say "is there a problem with making [content] in [product] that you know of?" Oh they did a code push yesterday afternoon and nooooooo. No one has reported a problem to us yet. 

"You are going to hate this," he says. And yeah. I did hate it. But by 6pm it was all resolved and I had really no excuse, I could go to the gym. But. I didn't. This basically exhausted me. I didn't even hit my goal of 5k steps for the day. 

I got some very extra toffee cuddle time though and that makes life better. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.  no dedicated 10. meh

blood glucose:

9am: 202
4:30pm: 182
10pm: 192

food:

coffee, water
10am: protein shake
12:30: large bowl of chicken salad; metformin
6:30pm: mix of ravioli & tortellini in sauce (cheese only) 
7pm: metformin+jardiance

Of snow and no snow

There was a weather report calling for 12 inches of snow across Massachusetts and I guess it turned into a nothingburger. Last night I asked Doug if we were going to get any snow, and he said "have you seen anyone freaking out about it on TV or online?" 

I acknowledged that no, I'd seen nothing. And I went to bed. 

Upon waking this morning to find all the schools in the area closed and our office operating on a level 2 defcon closure. 

It flurried for about an hour, and then stopped. The sun came out and it was 47 degrees. 

I kind of think it is hilarious that weathermen all get to keep their jobs when they are so incredibly wrong. So wrong. 

I gave Geoff a ride today and then picked him up. I went to Aldi for groceries, we were out of paper towel and coffee. They didn't have any of the trash bags I like, and I completely forgot to get dish soap. 

Real exciting kind of day, eh? 

Anyway. After dinner, I ended up eating a lot of oreo cookies, regrettably. And I didn't get to the gym. Because groceries. I want to try and go right after my 3pm meeting is over, and maybe Doug or Geoff can be the dinner makers. And I'll do better tomorrow. 

No photo, just digits. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No dedicated 10. 5300+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 161
4:45pm: 151
10pm: 197

food:

coffee, water
12:30pm: bowl of hot&sour soup w/red curry beef
1pm: metformin
1:15: another bowl of hot&sour soup w/red curry beef
6:30pm: nachos with meat, cheese, sour cream
7pm: metformin+jardiance
8pm: a lot of oreo cookies
vodka tonic

Arnold Movies

Watching the game last night, we saw a State Farm commercial with Arnold Schwarzenegger in it. He has a pretty distinct accent and drops the "R" off the end of any words like "Get in the choppah!" and "like a good neighbah, state fahm is thaih." The crew is trying to get him to pronounce things correc

It reminded me of the Simpsons and Rainer Wolfcastle, who annunciates "Up and At Them" instead of saying "Up and Atom" when he is playing Radioactive Man. 

Wolfcastle as a Schwarzenegger rip-off, and Schwarzenegger doing a Radioactive man nod. Truly meta, in all circles all around, and very funny to all of us. 

Then, Geoff says "Is that guy from New England, is that why this is funny?" And Doug and I were pulled up shocked on this.

"No, honey, that's Arnold Schwarzenegger. He is from Austria. He was a body builder, is an actor, and was the Governor of California of all things." 

I took a beat. "Do you not know who Arnold Schwarzenegger is? Like, legit not know who that man is?" 

"Well," says Geoff, "I know the name but I have never seen any of his movies."

Whoa. 

How did we fail this child? We've never shown him any of these movies? Terminator? Conan the Barbarian? True Lies? Running Man? Kindergarten Cop? Total Recall? Twins! Wow. 

We may have to have a fest. Doug will go on binges, he's in the middle of a Walter Matthau one. Lots of Jack Lemmon and Billy Wilder classics. 

Anyway. Busy work day and at 6pm I hadn't run to the market, Doug was napping, so I basically just ordered a mess of chinese food and we had at it. Will do better tomorrow. 

digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No dedicated 10. no real exercise. 5k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 180
5pm: 160
11pm: 201

food:

coffee, water
11:45am: salad, started out as BLT with butter lettuce, cherry tomatoes, 3 pieces of bacon but I blew that away by adding a tiny bit of goat cheese crumbles, avocado, red onion.
noon: metformin
7pm: chinese food fest. lots of bad things. Metformin+jardiance