You Tube Tuesday #28

I used to love cartoons as a kid. I guess I still do. Anyhow, here is a He-Man clip that you might like.

A Bad Sign

On Independence Day each year, we have a worship service at our church around the flag pole. It is always a short, casual service consisting of Patriotic songs, Prayers for our country, and a “retiring of the flag” ceremony led by a local boy scouts troop.

I usually am in charge of getting the music together and leading the songs. Patriotic songs are some of my favorite songs I think because of the memories they spark. Besides Earth, Wind and Fire and the Grease soundtrack, Patriotic songs are some of the first songs I learned as a child.

I never really thought of myself as a very patriotic person until I went on a trip to Washington DC that got me in touch with my internal Red, White and Blue. Since then I recognize the lump in my throat as I sing the national anthem, the pride I feel when an American wins a gold medal at the Olympics, and the disgust I have when I see things like what I saw on my way to church yesterday.

On my way to church I saw a sign hanging from a tree that read. “America is for Americans.” My kids sat in the back of the car while I let that statement sink in. I thought about my heritage and how much my Cuban Grandfather and Puerto Rican Grandmother loved this country and encouraged all of their 6 sons to serve in the military to protect the land that they loved. I thought about my father, a Los Angeles County Sheriff who would have served in Vietnam had it not been for a Hernia, encouraging me to join the military and had it not been for Diabetes, I would have had that chance.

I am all for free speech and I know that it is part of being American but I cannot get the picture of America being “the Melting Pot” made up many colors and cultures. I love the diversity of Los Angeles which is one of the reasons I stay here. So many different cultures and lifestyles to experience and live with makes intolerance less existent. I think it is a good thing that my kids get to see different people and not look at them as “different” since in reality they are not.

It seems to me that only true “Americans” were given a little bit of land to call their own after the rest was taken from them. And now the first few immigrants call themselves the true “Americans.”

I understand that we need to have laws about immigration and all of that. That is not the point I am trying to make. This sign was like a “Strangers are not welcome” sign and frankly, that is not what this country is about.

Sorry about the rant friends but this one really bugged me.

You Tube Tuesday #27

Everything is more fun at a baseball game. Especially making fun of someone dozing off.

Enjoy and Happy 4th of July

Site Change Screw Up

I am not a fan of having to change my site at work. I am lucky that our bathrooms are large, clean, and private.

Today my friends I screwed up, a little. I knew when I woke up that about mid morning I would need to reload Master P with the Sweet Nectar that is Insulin. I made sure I grabbed an extra infusion set (I always keep one in my very manly satchel), reservoir (also keep a spare in my very masculine looking tote bag), and my insulin before I left the Simmons villa this glorious morning.

This morning work consisted of imitating a decapitated hen. I ran around doing this and that and then this again. Phone ringing. Faxes pouring in. CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!

I started to feel very VERY hungry. I looked at the clock. 11:50! “Dammit, it is almost lunch and I did not pack anything. I should have already left to beat the lunch crowds.”

Then it hits me. I have not looked at my pump since breakfast.

I took Master P out of my pocket and pushed the ESC button to see the status.

Units left 0.00
Time left -:- -

Dammit! I grabbed my One Touch and checked the old BG. 148. Not too bad.

I have no clue what time P ran out. I am thankful it did not turn out worse.

Has this ever happened to any of you?