2007 January « Artificially Sweetened

Diary of a lazy blogger

My first post is up at lesbianfamily.org.

And tomorrow is MY LAST DAY at the Job that Blows. It should be interesting.

That’s all.

Photo Friday and Some Linky Love

January 5, 2007 at 1:48 pm | In AdoptThis!, Linky Love, Photo Friday | 6 Comments

I am so far behind on the photo friday alphabet project that I am going to do two letters a week until I catch up. I think the rest of the crew is on K or L… I am on H.

H is for Hanukkah at my House

Take a minute and click through to flick to see all my comments on this warm holiday scene.

And I? Well, I is for Idli. Idli are yummy rice flour dumplings. Idli is also the name of our white furry dumpling.

Finally, I would be remiss not to mention that there have been a plethora of good things happening in my small but very mighty corner of the blogosphere.

Nothing new happening on the Guatebaby Front. It’s just too depressing to think about, so I try not to and then come back to it like a scab that I cannot stop picking at. Do you think that emailing GAL 2x a week asking for updates is too much? 1x a week? Daily? One woman whose blog I read is going to pick her baby up on Monday. Her child is only five weeks older than our Guatebaby(!) Yes, they got through DNA, Pre-Approval, Family Court, PGN, and PINK in only a month or so more than it has taken us to not even get our DNA done yet. It’s just so confusing and I don’t know who to trust or what to believe. I do know that everything slows down in Guatemala from November to January, and I am hoping and praying in my own quirky way that once January 15 rolls around the wheels will start turning faster again.

My first post on lesbian family goes up on Sunday. I will attempt to avoid snarky comments about how long it will actually be before we are a family of more than two…

A bittersweet day

January 2, 2007 at 3:16 am | In The Sweet Life | 11 Comments

All around the blogosphere, the screen is thick with year-end posts. Resolutions & predictions, predicaments & promises…

New Year’s is always kind of a mixed-up day for me. It’s a time when I often feel like I should be having a more exciting life than I have, although passing over the 3-ooooh-crap hump has diminished that feeling substantially. But what happened to the me who was going to be the life of every party and have six invitations to decide between? Ah yes, she only ever existed in my teenage fantasies.

New Year’s also marks an anniversary for me. Not the kind of anniversary that you celebrate with cake and candles.

Twenty-one years ago today I was admitted to the pediatric endocrinology unit at Mount S1nai hospital.

That New Year’s Eve was very subdued at Casa de Art’s Family. We were waiting for a bed to open up and knew that I was going into the hospital the next day, with strict orders to go the ER if anything about my condition changed. Instead of sharing sips of champagne, my parents and I huddled around the tv and watched the ball drop as I gulped diet ginger ale.

The next day, I was in the hospital, learning what it meant to be a diabetic, jabbing myself with this beauty:

I used visual read chemstrips. Apply “hanging drop” of blood. Wait 60 seconds. Wipe off blood. Wait 60 seconds more. Compare to color chart. Argue over whether that shade of beige is a 110 beige or a 140 beige. I still instinctually milk my finger for that big juicy drop even though the new meters need just a wee spot of blood (and take five seconds instead of 120).I was on NPH and regular. I ate a fruit, a milk, two breads, one fat, and one lean meat exchange for breakfast. And I memorized this: