Back from camp.

I'm back from diabetes camp! Highlights:

• my cell phone meeting its maker in Lake Diabetes Camp.
• being told by an 8-year-old that I looked like I was "um, about 37?"
• striving to maintain an even level of hipness between myself and the 19 y/o counselors (the key? flip-flops.)
• driving the OAM reunion flip-flops to their early demise as a result.
• watching these crazy counselors do this weird, synchronized line dance to "Love Shack". So weird that I haven't seen anyone ever do that, having been actually alive when the song was first popular, but being told by one of the counselors that "it's been around FOREVER! Like, since I was in middle school!" Which, according to my calculations, was around 2001.
• sore fingers from testing OTHER people's blood sugars. Because THAT makes a lot of sense.
• finding out that camp songs have not changed at all in 20 years (I said a BOOM chicka boom!"
• Being named "Best looking in a fanny pack" as my camper award.

All in all, a week well spent!

Sigh.

OMG, Kirk Cameron...what happened??

Overheard at the Vo house...

J-Vo: "Good girl, A-Vo! You're a rock star!!"

A-Vo: "No Mama, I superstar!"

That's my girl!

Seen at the grocery store...

A harried mom, pushing her cart and 2 young sons through the checkout line. One of the boys tossed his pacifier out of the cart, onto the floor. His mom promptly picked it up, looked around furtively, and then PUT IT IN HER OWN MOUTH, licked it clean, and popped it back into his mouth.

That is so wrong on so many levels, I don't even know where to begin.

J-Vo to the rescue

On Sunday, I start a weeklong gig at diabetes camp. I'll be hanging out with 5-8 year-olds, as they wreak havoc in rural My State during daylight hours. I'm totally psyched b/c in addition to wearing an official camp polo shirt, I get to wear a fanny pack (ok, the fanny pack not so much, but the concept of what's IN it is awesome) armed with a glucometer, glucose tablets, insulin, ketostix, and the like. It's like I'm an Anti-Diabetes Superhero!

thank god for glasses

At the eye doctor's office this week, I flippantly remarked to the optometrist, "Man, what would my life have been like in 1800?" in regard to my horrible eyesight and lack of corrective lenses at that time.

He replied, "You'd probably be dead."

Pause.

"No offense!" he added helpfully.

"None taken!" I said, thinking, "damn, that's probably true!" If I hadn't fallen off a cliff, I probably would've been plowed over by a horse.

Which led me to think about all the other reasons why, in 1800, I probably wouldn't have lived until the ripe old age of 32:

• at least 1 of my many childhood Strep throat infections would have caused endocarditis.
• Probably would've come down with mastoiditis from 1 of my 10 zillion childhood ear infections.
• I don't think they had emergency C-sections in 1800!

With all the hullabaloo about the American health care system, you still gotta appreciate that's it's good to be in the here and now.

Battle of the Idols

So, both Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson have released some serious man-bashing singles as of late (trying a bit too hard to channel their inner "You Oughta Know")...I think that Round ManBashing Single in the Battle of the Idols goes to Ms. Underwood. It's way more clever and her vocals are stronger. Sorry Kel!