Broken promises

I promised Carter I'd be a better mommy if he'd let me sleep for 20 more minutes.

He gave me an hour.

I think I lied.

No sugar tonight

I've been dreading today for about a month. This morning I was supposed to do a blood glucose test to find out if I have diabetes....at least I think that is what it's for.

I was supposed to fast 8 hours, drink this sugary orange drink and then get my blood drawn within an hour.

I had been hearing all these horror stories of how the hospital here is slow or registration took so long that people went over an hour and the test was no good. I did not want to be one of those stories. I borrowed a car so the bus couldn't make me late and made sure to drink my orange sugar right before I left. Registration did take forever and I was getting really nervous.

After he took my blood I noticed it had been 1/2 hour since I drank. I mentioned this to my doctor and she says that they aren't supposed to test early because there is a really good chance I will fail.
Awesome.

The next test is 3 hours instead of just one.

Can't wait.

Yummy.

This is what I ate for lunch the other day. No joke.

I also recently tried my hand at pancakes again. In the middle of another disastrous attempt I informed Li that he should probably start looking for a new wife.

I am REALLY bad at this stuff.

Proverbial dinner

I love this proverb so much I hung it on our wall.

"Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a fattened ox and hatred therewith."

Just as an FYI...half a loaf of french bread and a large chunk of butter right before bed is NOT a good dinner. Nor is it a good idea. And love won't change that fact.

Here is something I think is funny...

Last week I went to campus to meet Li for devotional. (One of the perks of being unemployable.) I found this cool spot in the parking lot and thought to myself, "That looks like it was made for mopeds." I promptly parked.



After devotional I got to thinking and told Li that maybe I wasn't supposed to park where I did. He asked where I parked and I told him it was between two handicapped spots. He agreed that I shouldn't park there. But I was still confused and asked what the spot in the middle with the cool diagonal lines was for.

He laughed and informed me that it is for the people with handicaps to get out of their cars. Hmmm. What didn't I think of that?