Thursday, August 18, 2011

Update! Update!

If you rely on your blogroll to see new content my blog is not showing up unless you update the information!  I don't want to lose anybody in this transition from one blogging platform to another. 

Edit your blogroll by removing my old blog and clicking the button to add a new one.  Then type in http://blog.felcore.com.  Problem solved.  I've been having a lot of fun over on Wordpress.  Come join me!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I've Moved!

It's official!  I have moved from Blogger to Wordpress.  Nothing has changed too much except for the RSS feed.  If you subscribed to my Blogger RSS feed please go to my new blog http://blog.felcore.com to get the new feed.  It's the first item in the sidebar on the left. 

My Wordpress blog is still a work in progress so while the posts will probably keep rolling in like usual the design is still under construction.  I'm almost done though.  I just need to figure out how to get my archives into a menu page and finish my blogroll links.  Unfortunately I won't be able to have a blogroll that updates every time someone posts.  Oh well. 

Mealtime Say What

I love having an open Say What post that I keep adding to until I’m ready to post it.  After adding more today I realized all of these funny moments happened while we were eating.

Parker:  Does some carrots be called grandpa carrots and kids carrots?
Gwen:  And baby carrots!

Me:  How about if you guys put the toys away?  It looks like Santa Claus tripped and dumped his toys all over our house.
Heath:  Tell Mom to come up with a different joke.  We’ve heard that one before.
Me:  I am my grandfather’s granddaughter!

Gavin:  What did I have for breakfast?
Me:  Cereal. 
Gavin:  What kind?
Me:  You had Multigrain Cheerios.  Did you like it?
Gavin:  I feel like I threw up in my mouth.

Gwen: Oreo cookies just come from poop.
Me: What!
Parker: What!  That’s chocolate!
All my kids have been scarred for life because of the things we did trying to motivate them to use the potty!

If these Say What’s have left a bad taste in your mouth, I have one more about toothbrushes.  The story is Gwen was playing with all the toothbrushes.  By the time I saw, the toothbrushes were dripping with soft soap and were upside down in the toothbrush holder.  Needless to say we bought new toothbrushes.  The b0ys got Crayola toothbrushes while Gwen got a Dora the Explorer one.

Gavin:  When I brush my teeth I draw stuff on my teeth.
Me:  You do huh?
Gavin:  Yeah, cuz it’s a Corolla toothbrush!  

Monday, August 1, 2011

Parade of Shirts

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We’ve been busy around here.  As always, feel free to click on any of these images to enlarge them and see more detail. 

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The kids colored these shirts with fabric markers.  I already posted about that.

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This project finally got finished.  Gavin’s first speech in second grade was about his favorite sport.  He chose football but since he didn’t have a BYU shirt that fit him we made one.  The goal was always to make one for Gwen and Parker too but we forgot.  Several months later and the shirts are done.  Gavin’s shirt is no longer white and it really doesn’t fit him anymore either.  Maybe we’ll make another one for Gavin.  Or just buy him a BYU shirt in a few weeks.  Yay for football season! 

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These are the patches I bought when I bought the coloring shirts.  Unfortunately the boys’ patches came off in the wash.  Fortunately I had fusible web for another shirt I’ll talk about in a minute.  Unfortunately I can’t find Gavin’s Buzz Lightyear patch.  Gwen’s Tinker Bell is cute and so is Parker’s Mater. 

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Spraying shirts with fabric paint has been a work in progress.  I’ve learned as I went along.  Gavin’s shirt says “life is good” because it is.  Gwen’s butterfly was the first shirt I sprayed.  Parker’s shirt is hard to see the way he’s standing but it says “imagine” with the letters all jumbled. 

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Parker’s shirt says “dream big think big” and I’m not happy with the way it turned out.  He wanted me to spray the front red but we had no idea the red would dry a pink color.  I was already thinking the term “dream big” was a little girly.  Well the pink didn’t help!  I sprayed the back blue like he asked and it didn’t seem to redeem the shirt.  That night I tried to make the red pink orange by spraying yellow.  It was dark outside and I didn’t have any good lighting.  I oversaturated the words then on a whim decided to spray the whole front yellow.  The shirt is stiff and crusty and I still don’t like it.  It’s too bad the front is ruined because the back is actually kind of cool for a first grade boy. 

Gavin’s shirt says “my life” around an open book.  Get it?  My life is an open book.  I thought it was a great idea until I tried to execute on it.  This was the last shirt I made and for all I had learned nothing seemed to work the way I wanted it to.  The paint bled under the letters and even though I had blocked off the rest of the shirt with papers to catch the overspray, there’s still lines of overspray.  Grrr.  The book turned out pretty well once I figured out how to put the negative space on instead of the positive.  It photographed really well!  I’m going to be ok with it and all the mistakes.  It’s a fun shirt. 

Gwen’s shirt is my absolute favorite of all these sprayed shirts.  Her first butterfly shirt I sprayed in the positive space.  This one I put down the positive butterfly to make an orange box that turned out perfectly straight.  When that dried I covered the orange with the negative space and sprayed the inside pink.  It turned out so freaking cute I still can’t get over how cute it is! 

Until I made

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this.  I know right!  So darling it makes me want to cry.  I would like to thank the good people at Family Fun Magazine for their shirt ideas.  This one is easy.  Trace her flip flops onto a separate piece of fabric.  I bought a fabric remnant from JoAnn’s.  Then use fusible web to stick the flip flops on the shirt.  Then stitch a 9” piece of ribbon on each flip flop to make the top of the sandals.  It’s 3-D and oh so very cute. 

These shirts are so easy and fun to make and if your kids are anything like mine, they’ll love it.  My kids go crazy for new clothes.  All you need is contact paper to use as your template and fabric paint.  I found fabric paint in little hairspray looking bottles which made the paint so much easier to work with.  Otherwise you can dilute it with water in a spray bottle. 

Here’s the best hint:  cut out the images you want to use with a Cricut machine.  The contact paper cuts as easily as cardstock.  I cut out the words for the message tees from the Graphically Speaking Cricut cartridge.  The butterfly came from Walk in My Garden.  My sister is planning to do this project for her family.  She’s going to cut out the pirate ship from the Paper Dolls Dress Up cartridge for her husband’s shirt. 

If you didn’t know already, any of the “marts” sell packages of plain white boys undershirts for a good price.  I bought packages of 5 shirts from Target Mart.  The shirts are thinner because they’re undershirts but they work really well. 

Friday, July 29, 2011

Underneath

In the deepest reaches of the soul are where the most secretive of secrets are kept hidden.  For some they are dark secrets tightly bottled up.  Others bottle up secrets too but the cork is about to pop releasing a powder keg of pent up emotion.  Some are not hiding secrets as much as unseen things held sacred; the very essence of their soul.  Items that are not to be trifled with but shared with the precious few who have scaled the walls into a circle of trust. 

Whether one falls into the secrets for secrecy sake or a debatable level of self preservation, we are all icebergs.  What is seen above the surface is nothing compared to the breadth of what lies underneath. 

Where one comes from as well as individual experiences, however insignificant, shape who people are.  This true identity is guarded tightly.  Why? 

Imagine how the world might be different if the metaphoric ocean dried up exposing every bit of the iceberg.  What truly lies underneath the surface and why is it kept there? 


In an uncharacteristic act for myself, I will end there.  Give you something to chew on for a while. 

To give credit where credit is due, this post was inspired by Randall Barber, a person I met on Google+.  My fingers were itching to type something but my original post idea wasn’t gelling.  Just to see what would happen I decided to ask for a writing topic on Google+ and Randall pointed me to this site link.  If you ever get stuck in the creative mud check out that site.  I went with the first word that came up for me.  What could you do creatively with a random word?

Thursday, July 28, 2011

That’s My Boy!

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If you ask me what I came to do in this world . . .
I will answer you:
“I am here to live out loud.”
~Emile Zola

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

There Are No Rules

Isn’t it interesting that for every rule there is almost always an exception?  Verb conjugation, plurals, spelling, fashion, social media, the list goes on.  Even science is not immune to gray areas.  Math is not only the great equalizer, it is always right.  With one exception.

Life with diabetes. 

The math may be correct but each equation has to be balanced with a secret number of variables.  It’s like being a contestant on a reality game show where exceptions are the only consistencies.  Hormones, mood, weather, stock market, and whether or not someone looked at someone else all somehow affect the secret variables of diabetes.  People are human beings not machines. 

My heart goes out to the medical community.  What a potentially frustrating job.  Think of all the diseases and conditions a medical professional has to know.  They have to memorize symptoms, cures, management techniques, and medicine dosages.  They do this all while under the intense scrutiny of people who look to medical professionals as all knowing gods of healing.  How dare they make mistakes?  Guess what?  They’re human too. 

This is why I’m not mad that my endocrinologist took years to suggest a magical cure to the blood sugar roller coaster I couldn’t seem to get off of.  I’m just thrilled something is working.  And I know that tomorrow may be the end of my week in Diabetes Paradise.  After all, I’m human too. 

Let’s talk about the perks of my Diabetes Paradise vacation.  In one week I have lost 4 lbs. while not even thinking of exercising.  Let’s just say that Devon and I are not on speaking terms right now.  He gave me an ultimatum.  Catching up on my reading for the Book of Mormon Summer Reading Challenge I’m heading up for the women in my ward congregation or getting my butt kicked by him.  I chose to read the Book of Mormon.  Well nyah nyah nyah Devon!  You made my weight increase while making me feel like total crap and a focus on my spiritual muscles caused my weight to drop.  Almost a pound a day. 

In one week my appetite has decreased.  I eat until I’m satisfied, which is a reasonable amount of food.  No cravings.  No snacking to try to prevent lows before they happen and ending up with crazy low blood sugar anyway.  No binging before bed with readings in the 150’s.  I now feel peace with readings in the 120’s before bed and I sleep all night without dropping low!  I stopped using my weekend basal rates because my blood sugars are consistently even Steven throughout every day. 

In one week my daily blood sugar range has gone from 30-400 to 60-190.  My weekly average dropped from 200 to 140.  In one week I have gone from feeling like I give up on diabetes to feeling confident and in control again.  Who knew a slight drop in a couple basal rates along with taking one unit more than the Bolus Wizard suggested would make such a difference? 

For all my happiness and success in this last week, I am a realist.  When it comes to diabetes there are no  rules.  I have never been a math fan.  Maybe the absoluteness of it all intimidates me.  There is no room for error.  I’m either right or I’m not.  I prefer the flexible challenge of English.  So it’s fitting for me to be the diabetic in my family.  I like a never ending challenge.  Today worked.  What will work tomorrow?  Every rule comes with an exception.  Including that statement!