Ear-mergency

I've come across alot of hand instruments in my lifetime, but last night I had the privilege of meeting a new one - the ear curette. It's an interesting little tool that removes things, like BB's for instance, from auditory canals. You can even go to your local emergency room and watch the doctor use this device to extract an object from a small ear for a mere $75.

I'm just glad Brooks provides us so many opportunities to grow and learn from parenthood. That must've been what he was thinking about when he jammed the red BB in his ear. I blame myself here. I made BB retraction look easy when I cleared one out of his nose with my dental nipper last week. Next time I'll remember that he'll keep trying something until he feels the consequence of intense pain from dangerous activities.

But all is well. The air pellet has been retrieved and Brooks can once again hear from two sides of his head. I just wish we didn't have to hit the ER every time we want to teach a valuable lesson.

Various Things I've Been Doing

- Moving from brown to pink brick.

- Changing pink carpet, pink paint, pink everything to brown, go figure.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you have children or any kind of life whatsoever.

- Chewing massive amounts of ice.

- Searching through boxes for items that my husband wants. He's the one who packed them ALL but apparently I'm the only one who can put things away (please picture me smiling instead of fiercely biting my tongue.)

- Tiling kitchen backsplash with a Hannah Montana ruler. Emma's help is quite valuable in a pinch.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you have teeball, swim lessons, softball, and piano lessons to taxi for.

- Working to pay for all the things I've bought even though I really just want to be home putting my new house together.

- Meeting all sorts of plumbers, satellite installers, phone workers, painters, and other miscellaneous handy men. You can imagine how enjoyable it's been to have Tug around for all their visits.

- Writing checks.

- Daily trips to Home Depot. Some of the workers know me by name now. I've become so close to Kim in the paint department that I'm considering asking her to dinner and a movie.

- Painting cabinets and placing antique finish. Do NOT try this at home if you like to maintain any tittle of sanity.

- Wishing it were as "fun" as everyone says. No people, fun is taking the kids to Disneyland, staying up all night with friends, eating peanut butter bars 'til I'm sick, and watching Steve pull weeds while I facebook.

Just posting this little funny while I'm trying to get over my superstition about the blog.

Shut'r down?

Don't get me wrong, I still love the pump, but the darn thing got complicated just after I blogged about it. I swear this blog is a curse. I'm considering shuttin' her down. I'm more superstitious than I'd like to believe I guess. Anyway, I haven't checked everyone's blogs forever so don't feel bad if I'm not commenting. With the exception of medical research, I've basically abandoned the laptop. I kind of feel like I'm just writing to myself anyway but just in case I still have a few readers out there, this is what's been consuming my life:

As my Grandma would say Eye-yi-yi!! And for the record, DIABETES SUCKS!!!!

Pump UPdate

Forget Robbie, forget football, forget ice, forget Disneyland, forget taco doritoes, forget facebook, and yes, even forget peanut butter bars. I have a new love in my life -

I think this pretty much sums up how things are going at the Poll house. Keeping our fingers crossed...

Pump It Up

When I start getting too grateful for things, bad things usually happen so I won't say how happy I am that Brooks got his insulin pump yesterday. I'll neglect to mention how cool it is that he's been going about his climbing, jumping, wrestling, pretzeling, and etcetera as usual. He doesn't know it's there most of the time but found a dollar bill at the theater last night and figured a way to stick it in the pump holster - he's been selling it as a money holder and insulin device ever since. I'm slightly afraid of other creative ideas he may come up with but at least he's excited about it.

Brooks is still on the saline trial of the pump and we'll start sending insulin through on Monday. High five to whoever came up with the saline idea, it gives us a chance to practice and get to know the pump before he gets the real deal. If all goes as planned, he will only have 5 more shots, hoorah & hooray! We will have to move the pump site around every 3 days but he didn't even feel his first one yesterday. I didn't think Brooksie would appreciate me putting a pic of his tush on the blog so in case you can't picture it, this is what it looks like.
We can detach the tubing for sports and bathing at the little plastic circle area. This way when we're ready to reattach, he doesn't have to get a new site. It's pretty near the damn coolest thing I've seen in a long time, but you didn't hear that from me. Brooks picked a Utah Jazz skin so the pump looks something like a pager or cell phone. I think it makes him feel trendy or important, as it should. I'll regret to add that I'm anticipating great things from this pump. I'll be able to oblige to his snack requests at the touch of a button instead of pinches and pricks - it's ok if you are totally picturing Steve and I singing hallelujah at the moment.
I'll update on the progress once the insulin starts flowing. Until then, peace out y'all.

Reluctant Goodbye

It is with deep regret and sorrow that I write this post. My beloved Broncos made a monumental mistake today by trading Jay Cutler. I knew it was going to happen but the preparation did not ease the pain. I told Jeff that I wouldn't be attending a Broncos game this year without Cutler on the trigger. He said that I'm a Broncos fan before a Cutler fan. I told him this is true and because I'm a Broncos fan first, I know that the best thing for the team was to keep Jay Cutler. I will watch my team with a heavy heart this season, but I refuse to go to Colorado this year in protest.
I've been saying goodbye in my head all day to the pattern of the book Goodnight Moon, so I'll share what I see for the next few years of Denver football.

Goodbye season, goodbye reason.

Goodbye hope and hello mope.

Goodbye scrambles, hello shambles.

Goodbye good sense and goodbye offense.

Goodbye wins, goodbye grins.

Goodbye promise, goodbye goals, and goodbye visions of superbowls.

Goodbye completions, goodbye guns, and goodbye to sweet quarterback runs.

Goodbye schemes, goodbye dreams.

Goodbye drop backs and hello sacks.

Goodbye array, and goodbye Jay :(

We'll miss Jay being in the right color orange. He is a talented athlete and a great force for Type I diabetes. We wish him lots of wins and will remain big fans.