He was told 2 and then this morning

• Anyone who knows difference between type 1 and 2 diabetes? - Marilyn
  • Type 1 requires insulin, type 2 does not - sm -
    • He was told 2 and then this morning - Marilyn
      • Either can happen at any time in your life - sm -
        • I knew about 2 happening in adult because - Marilyn
  • Google them. - NM
    • Found out answer I needed, not on Google though. NM - Marilyn
    • Yeah, tons of info online. I have a friend diagnosed - with type 1 (juvenile) not until her 30's.nm

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My 9-year-old son was late for school and had to run upstairs and get his homework.  He was running down the stairs, which he has been told a million times not to, when he slipped on the carpeted steps and proceeded to glide down about ten stairs.  I heard the ruckus and went running towards the sound of disaster.  There lay my son in a heap on the ground holding his side and moaning as loud as he possibly could.  I kept asking what happened and my daughter was more than happy to give me the play by play (with every adjective possible), but her words were muffled under the sounds of his moans.  I thought he must of hit the banister, as he was holding his side in the fetal position, but no one could actually hear my questions over my daughter’s story and his moans, so as loud as I could I bellowed, “What did you hit?”  All of a sudden, my daughter’s rendition stopped, as well as my son’s loud moaning, and all got quiet.  My son looked up at me and very seriously, with a look of utter disgust, said, “The ground!”  In a little under 2 seconds I realized what a silly question that was, but what a great answer!!!  I have just chuckled over this all morning and thought I would share it with all the mothers out there!

P.S.  He is absolutely fine, thankfully, and I do believe making his mother feel like a dimwit was the cure-all!!!! 

I'm one of those tools that's always chipper in the morning doing the ol' "daylight's a' burnin" thing and annoying the heck out of the partying folk who don't get started until noontime. 

I have spent the last 5 minutes trying to get a "hair" off the side of my coffee mug.  Turns out it is a crack.  Then I tried to scratch my back with my pen and the pen fell into my shirt and I can't find it.  It has to be in there somewhere, right?

Do I need new glasses?  Is Alzheimer's setting in?  Oh wait, it's Monday...never mind.

My husband took today and tomorrow off to get the trimwork painted for our new house.  It needs to be done by this weekend -- about 10 bundles of 24 pieces each.

Anyway, we get up this morning and find out the kids don't have school today -- something mechanical at their school needs fixed.  Then, we were expecting a delivery today for the new house from Lowe's around lunchtime.  The guys called this morning at 8 o'clock and said they're at our new house waiting for our signature. 

Anything else?  Oh yeah, I really don't feel motivated to get my lines in -- UGGGHHHH! 

"the cat threw up in the kitchen" right behind my chair!  I guess sleeping in on a Saturday doesn't pay off.  The cat ate too fast.  I guess she was famished.  Well it could be worse right? 

email me and I will forward you this amazingly adorable thing about DOGS.  I am not really a dog person, but after that, I am now! sniff sniff

I would love to share this with everyone. I rec'd it from my aunt this morning.  Looking forward to hearing from a lot of you!

This is the email to use:

In the U.S., this is the most stolen over the counter medication.

Name it.

I have been married 15 years....this morning my husband came in and said, "Eric said your storage building is ready!"  You might think I would be happy.  He thought I would be.  The problem is that in 15 years of marriage I have been able to pick out nothing. I mentioned a few weeks ago that I would like an outside storage building.  I mentioned a couple I had seen.  My husband did not discuss it with me at all but went to the neighbor and had him build a storage building. I have no idea what it will look like, no idea what size, what color, anything.  It wouldn't be such a big deal but I honestly don't get to pick anything out. 

11 years ago I had just had a baby and my husband picked out our house while I was home recovering from a c-section.  He told me this was where we were going to live.  He had refused to even look at any of the houses I had liked during my pregnancy.  He told me we would remodel this house any way I wanted, get any furniture I wanted.  I was so anxious to get out of the rundown noisy apartment building we were in that I agreed to move here.  Then of course, no remodeling, no new furniture. 

Three years ago I really needed a new car. My husband said he would start looking for one.  HE would start looking for one for me.  A year later HE had still not found one.  I found a used, reasonably priced car and told him I wanted to buy it.  He said no.  I told him I really needed a vehicle. It was less than $10,000.  He finally agreed but was mad at me for a year over it and told his parents that I had gone out and bought myself "a new car".  It was actually 4 years old.  A year ago he bough a boat for $10,000 that I had never even seen and brought it home and announced we had a new boat.  Six months ago he bought a $30,000 truck and took me to see it at the dealership after he had already bought it. 

So now I am a b*tch for not being happy about the new storage building.  woohoo

local convenience store (Sheetz) sells them in packs of 3 for $1.00.  Love 'em, but nothing beats scraping the pot when it's still warm!!! MMMMMM!!!!

My daughter (not his own child and not raised by him) asked me for his email about a week ago and told me none of my business (just laughing as she told me this) when I asked why. This morning he reads from her "Thanks for being in my mothers life. I have never seen her happier. You are the best father ever and Happy Fathers Day. Love."  He was so touched by this, tears rolling down his face for these thoughts. Happiness- priceless.