"This One Time..."

Today is the first day of Band Camp for my son.

He will be playing music and working on field shows from 9-5 today and all week long. I am not sure who is more excited, him or me. I have the fondest memories of band camp. I always looked forward to it each summer.

Standing out in the sun for hours and playing the same song over and over sounds like an awful time for most. And honestly, I think most of the band was miserable. But I love to do the best I can especially when it comes to performing so perfecting, polishing, and reworking several times over is fine with me. You cannot over-rehearse in my book. George is a chip off the old Ninja block in that way.

Maybe that’s the key to my diabetes management. Maybe I need to think about it like a TV show or something and then I will practice and perfect my control because lately, I have been in anything but. I am sure a D-sitcom would go over well.

Were any of you in band in High School? What did you think of Band Camp? I was drum major my senior year so I loved it.

And not like the “American Pie” version of band camp.

Although, my wife played flute. ;)

Vlogging about the D-Police

I may have to stop doing this. This is beyond silly I think.

You should know that I really put almost zero thought in my post because I want it to be real Ninjabeticy goodness. I do not know if that is a good thing.

Maybe a script for next week? I would love to hear what you think.

Moving In

Diabetes has a way of moving into all parts of our lives and even those lives close to us. I would love for you to read a post I did on dLife about diabetes and When It Seeps in.

FYI - The Vlog is coming...

Morning Rush

“Crap!”

It’s never good when you wake up shouting anything in the vicinity of “Crap!”

I must have slept through my alarm. Maybe I set my alarm for PM? Someone is trying to get me fired? It must be a gremlin or something.

What probably happened is that I hit the snooze button about a 100 times and never woke up. And I should be honest and say that I was not entirely late just later then normal. I could easily make up time if I rushed.

The problem is, as many of you know, every minute later then usual means about another 1000 cars on the freeway so my commute will be even more trying.

I used the electric razor which makes me look like a Miami Vice reject. Hoped into the shower and skipped writing my word on the door. Used zero “product” in my hair, got dressed and ran down to my office to grab my phone, ipod, and my One Touch.

When I grabbed it I thought, “I’ll wait and check my BG at work.” The good little ninja in me said, “Give me a break dude, it takes like 7 seconds to check. Do it.”

Good Ninja can be annoying so I did it and I was little high. 170. I corrected for it, grabbed my lunch out of the fridge, and left for work only to be 10 minutes late.

Diabetes can be so annoying but sometimes if you don’t stop and take care of the stuff you know you need to, it can get a lot more annoying. I am thinking about this stuff more and more. In the past I would have just skipped it but it did not take long and the more info I know about where my BG is the better.

I’ll figure this diabetes thing out soon enough.

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On an important side note, my very good friend Nicole is helping out her very good friend Shelley. Shelley is trying to become the December Calendar Pinup at Kitten Koffin Zombies. Voting ends tonight and she is neck and neck with one other gal.

Please head on over and vote for Shells Bells. She seems like a cool person and she must be if she is friends with Nicole.

Famous Last Words

"I trust you!"

I say that often. I say it because I mean it. When I talk to someone at a retail store or a hardware store and I ask them a question or their opinion I tall them, "I trust you, you're the professional!"

So on my drive home last night I stop into the local Supercuts for a serious trim. My hair was long over due and frankly I just could not see spending the money on a hair cut when we were so broke.

Well I got called to the station rather quickly and they stylist asked, "How should I cut your hair?"

"I like it shorter on the sides and back but it's up to you. Sometimes I wear it forward, or to the side, and if I am feeling sassy I'll spike it up."

He laughed out of kindness, "What about messy? Do you like it messy?"

"Sure. Whatever. I trust you. You're the professional!"

I swear he clapped his hands and said "Yay."

He grabbed all these different razors and products, clipper guards and scissors and went to work.

I think he should have paid me. He ran his fingers in my hair over and over to get it messy but perfect if that is possible. He would look, and mess, and stare, and mess. So weird.

And here it is.

I do not think I will ever wear it like this again so I thought I would show you what his "vision" was.

As soon as I walked into the house my son said, "You hair looks thooooooper!"

Thanks kid. Now go to your room.