Come Inside My Head, if You Dare…
The hotel in Laguna Beach, on Pacific Coast Highway, promised a fabulous Ocean View. You could get a King Bed, whirlpool and a balcony – for the bargain price of $129.00 per night. I booked this place for a romantic get-away with my man
The view on their website must have been shot from a ladder on the roof, then photo-shopped to remove a few buildings.
This is the awesome view from our balcony
Not a good idea to believe everything you read on the Internet….
What does Alex have to do to get benched? Does he have embarrassing pictures of NFL royalty? I just don’t get it.
Throwing long bombs to the other team, fumbling badly, and throwing the ball away in very bad places, are not reasons for benching a QB? I understand that everyone has bad days, and everybody makes mistakes.
However, Alex is having bad days on ALL of our game days.
When Carr began warming up and Alex and coach were engrossed in serious conversation I figured Alex was going to be benched. Nope. Alex did not want to go quietly into the night, and nobody made him. I have mixed emotions about this. On one hand I was mad at coach for wimping out. I do like the fact that Alex was not giving up the fight. Since I am never consulted on these matters, Carr did not get to play last night.
Losing is always hard to take. But what is really painful is watching them. I never enjoyed the Keystone Cops show, and I can’t help thinking that this is what I am watching. My jaws ached after clenching my teeth last night for 3 ½ hours. When I was not clenching, I was hollering (loudly) words I do not use in everyday life. It was pure agony to watch on TV. I can’t imagine watching this from the sidelines as a coach. I bet you Singletary was hollering quite a lot of those reserved words.
My darling 49ers have great players with a lot of talent, so what is going on? This team has been known to kick some major butt. Unfortunately, the only butt we are kicking these days is our own. L
To myself that is.
This afternoon I began tripping over my own feet (really easy to do when wearing my Shape-ups). I am also smacking into door frames as I enter doorways. I am like this occasionally when my blood sugar is high, or I am in a big hurry.
Since I am not in any hurry, I should do a test and see if I need insulin. Sigh…. Being diabetic means your body runs your life. Adjustments to plans & schedules are not determined by anything I want or decide. My blood glucose level is the boss of me.
And yes, confirmed with a test, my blood sugar (or BS, for short) is high. I know why it is high – I actually ate when I was hungry. Shame on me.
All the finger pricking is a pain in the ass, and I don’t care what the pharmaceutical companies proclaim – it hurts no matter what device they sell you. So… I probably needed some fast-acting insulin when I ate a couple of hours ago. Since dinner is in an hour, and my BS is almost 300 I take action. BS over 250 must be dealt with 2 units of insulin. And every 50 point intervals after that get an extra unit. So I do the math and conclude that 3 units gets loaded into the syringe and I “shoot up”.
My snack was a handful of crackers and a piece of cheese, so my BS must have been high to start with. I would have known this if I just pricked my finger and bled on a stick, but not me – I was hungry and I just ate something. I should (and do) know better.
I do not have to eat to raise my BS either. I could be coming down with a little cold and it goes up. I could be stressed out (when am I not???) and it goes up. My hormone levels disturb it, as much as they do my husband. Business meetings & travel really jack up the BS numbers.
So I must warn you: Don’t piss me off, because I could go into a coma…..
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