Check us out

A while back, I found a website for parents of children with Type 1. This week, we’re the featured family.

If you haven’t yet, please consider contributing to our JDRF walk in September. Research really is on the verge of so many new things: a vaccine to prevent your child from developing Type 1. An artificial pancreas so my child and others with Type 1 can have better control over their blood glucose levels. Ultimately, a cure. Laboratory mice have been cured. Why not Caleb?

If you can join us in any way — prayer, walking, donating — anything — please do. Every bit of it will make a difference.

Copycat me

I’m stealing this from Suzanne. I know you probably don’t really want to know all this, but it’s been a while since I’ve felt inspired here and this will fill the time as well as anything else will. 🙂

What color are your socks right now? I’m not wearing any. Hold your breath and brace yourself: I’m wearing pantyhose. YES, pantyhose that barbaric hangover from the 80’s. You see, our hot water heater isn’t working right now. No hot water means no shaved legs which means no skirts without pantyhose which kind kills the idea that wearing a skirt will keep you cooler, but hey — I look good. That’s what matters, right?

What are you listening to right now? A 2.3 hour-long playlist of music from Glee. I’m a sucker for musicals and anything that champions the high school underdogs of drama and choir kids.

What was the last thing you ate? A tortilla with butter and brown sugar for dessert last night. I should probably eat some breakfast. Coffee sounds good too.

Can you drive a stick? Oh yeah, baby. It was all we owned until we had to enter the mini-van stage of life. Becca just bought a car and it’s a stick so I got to teach her how to drive it. I REALLY miss it. I think everyone should learn to drive standard. It was a great way to vent anger — taking a drive in a standard transmission car, listening to loud music. Much better than yelling at people.

Last person you spoke to on the phone? Keith Burley. It’s really surprising how much of today’s communication comes through email, text, and other electronic/digital means. Phone calls used to be a big part of my day. Not so much anymore.

How old are you today? 42 years, 3 months, and 22 days. Not that I’m counting or anything.

What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Curling. It makes me believe that I, too, could be an Olympic athlete. Seriously, though, I’m not much of a sports-on-tv person. I like to keep up with what’s going on so I won’t feel like a total social dufus, but I’ve never been sold on the greatness of televised sports.

What is your favorite drink? No contest: Diet Coke with lime from Sonic. Wanna make me really happy? Send me a Sonic gift card.

Have you ever dyed your hair? Oh, hahahahahahaha! Do you not remember the huge discussion that this topic started on Facebook a couple of years ago. SO funny! If you seriously did not take part in that, let me know and I’ll send you a link.

Favorite food? All time favorite? My grandmother’s oven fried chicken and her Thanksgiving dressing. I also have a strong fondness for Mexican food but prefer chicken over beef any day.

What is the last movie you watched? Toy Story 3. Oh my. Go see this. I laughed out loud more than I have in any movie I can remember AND I cried. BOTH TIMES I saw it, even though I knew what was happening the second time. BOO HOO cried. Seriously — it’s the best movie I’ve seen in a couple of years.

Favorite day of the year? I’m just keeping Suzanne’s answer here: I LOVE that first day when the wind blows in the cooler weather and you just know the weather’s starting to change to fall. Same in the springtime when the cold lets up, the sun begins to change to a brighter color and you can take your jacket off for the first time.

How do you vent anger? Well, I used to go for drives in a stick shift, but that hasn’t happened in a while. These days, it usually involves banging around the kitchen muttering things under my breath like: what? no one else in the family can cook or wash a skillet? i don’t think so! It’s not a very effective method, is it?

What was your favorite toy as a child? I had a couple of baby dolls that I loved, but I was mostly a book person. Don’t get between me and my Chronicles of Narnia or Nancy Drew. Don’t even think about it.

Favorite Season? Fall. I grew up in an academic world and still live in it. Fall is the true beginning of a new year AND it’s the respite from the unbearable heat we have in the south.

Cherries or Blueberries? Blueberries. Blueberry muffins, to be precise. I have strong childhood positive connections to blueberry muffins.

Living situation? Odd question with an odd answer. I live with my husband of 23 years in the house I grew up in. We bought it from my parents about five years ago. Along for the ride with us are all five of our kiddoes, ages 21 down to 11 plus a puppy named Sophee and a Mama Cat with four kittens. If you want a kitten, let me know. It will improve my living situation greatly if you will take one. I’ll also have less anger to vent by banging pots and pans around in the kitchen and muttering under my breath.

When was the last time you cried? During Toy Story 3 on Saturday afternoon. It was about the movie but it wasn’t about the movie, you know?

What is on the floor of your closet right now? My closet? Uhm — a few shoes, a couple of storage tubs, and I’m not really sure. It’s not cluttered — I just don’t know what’s in there.

What are you most afraid of? Physical object: Snakes. Emotional fears: Failing as a parent, disappointing people who are important to me, and not being heard.

Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? I do love a good burger from time to time. Keith Burley makes the best ones and they’re slightly spicy. I like ketchup and pickles on them. Other things are nice, but those are the essentials.

Favorite dog breed? Mutts win my heart every time.

Favorite day of the week? Is there any question here? Since returning to the work world, Saturday has definitely been my fave-o-rite day.

How many states have you lived in? Three — Georgia, Arkansas, Louisiana, then back to Arkansas.

Diamonds or pearls? Pearls.

What is your favorite flower? Purple iris.

Did you get an H1N1 vaccine? Nope. Thought about it long and hard, but no, I didn’t.

If you do this on your blog, leave me a link and I’ll come read about all about your silly self.

A day late and usually a few dollars short

That would be me.

Yesterday was Father’s Day and Noelle and I spent it driving back from Edmond, Oklahoma. She had her orientation for Oklahoma Christian, where she’ll be a freshman in the fall. We had a really good weekend together but I wish we hadn’t had to be away on Father’s Day.

However, I want to use today to tell you about how much Keith has been a part of our year with Type 1. Last summer, when Caleb was sick we thought he had a stomach virus. Keith was staying home with him when he had to go to the doctor with him. When it became obvious that an ER trip and a flight to Children’s was the next step, Keith stayed home with our other children so that I could go and stay with Caleb. When Caleb finally came out of his almost-coma and we began patient education, I was kind of worried. Shots were involved and Keith does not like needles at all. I remember looking at him and telling him, “You know you have to do this, right?” and he said, “I know.”

And he has. When Caleb was still doing insulin shots, Keith was right there with him. When we transitioned to the pump, Keith was the first of the two of us to learn how to change the site. In fact, if Caleb absolutely HAD to have one of us do it (he usually does it himself), Keith would be able to do it without a glitch. I would have have to ask Caleb for help.

Usually, I’m the detail person of the two of us. I’m the information seeker and plan maker. Keith has been the leader in all things Type 1. He started the ball rolling on switching to a pump. He communicates with the company that we order supplies from. He found the informational websites that have been such a help.

We — I — could not have survived this year without him.

So happy Father’s Day to Keith Burley — a great father to a great Type 1 kid.

Two Things

Thing 1: I’ll be participating in the JDRF walk again this September. Over the past year, we’ve had our ups and down with Type 1, and I’m not just talking about blood sugar levels. This year, I’m organizing a team and the cheesy name we chose was The Burley Bunch. If you’d like to either join the team or make a donation, you can check things out on my fundraising page. Please consider joining us on September 18th in Little Rock, Arkansas.

Thing 2: Over the last year, I’ve met or reconnected with people and have heard their stories about life with Type 1. This isn’t just for Caleb and our family. It’s for my cousin Steve who has lived with this for 20 years. It’s for my friend Kirk whose daughter was diagnosed several years ago and now deals with Type 1 as a teenage girl. Remember being a teenage girl? It’s the pits! Try doing it with a chronic illness. It’s for the sweet Harding student who is from Canada and relies on their socialized medicine program that doesn’t cover any of her testing supplies.

Please do join us however you can — walk with us, donate money, pray for us and for a cure.

Me and travel

When Coleman said he was jealous of the travel I get to do, I had to do a double take.

Me? A traveler? Seriously? I included a synopsis of my traveling life in a response comment, but in case you didn’t read it, I’m going to put it here too.

Coleman, I had to take a second look at your comment because it just floors me that anyone could be jealous of my travels. Here is the history of Lisa and traveling:

Ages 1-16: Occasional trips to West Tennessee and West Georgia to visit relatives. One family mission trip to New Mexico thrown in at the age of 6.

Ages 16-18: Chorus trips with school group that take me to New Hampshire, Florida, and Colorado with lots of stops to sing along the way. One day at Disney World. Two church trips to New Hampshire. One grandparent-led and cousin-including trip to Michigan to visit Michigan cousins.

Ages 19-40: Nowhere. Mostly I stayed home, had babies, and scuttled around between north Louisiana, SE Arkansas, Searcy, and West TN to visit family. A few trips to south Louisiana were thrown in for the same thing.

Ages 40 and beyond: Wow. Yeah. This is where you could maybe be jealous. Italy. California. Chicago. OK City. This trip to Charleston and Savannah. An upcoming trip to Savannah in the fall. They’ve almost all been work-related, but still — yeah — I’ve been blessed to see some wonderful things with some great people.

The whole time I was in Italy, I kept thinking, “this is not my life. I’m supposed to be home, cooking something for someone or folding clothes.” It was surreal.

I’d love to get to do what you did — spend an entire semester in another culture. I didn’t do that in college because I got married at 19 and started the Mom job pretty early. What a blessing it was for you to be able to do that. 🙂

Why am I making this a separate post? Mostly because I think it speaks highly to the seasons of life. When I was in my 20’s and 30’s and having babies and being a full time mom, I never would have guessed that some day I would get to go to Italy with my sister and not be in charge of anyone else the whole time I was there. That type of thing seemed like something that would only happen to other people. So all you moms out there: just because you don’t get to get away now, it doesn’t mean that you never will get to. Even when I went back to school and entered the work world, I had no idea that work-related conferences would take me to the places they have.

Being able to do this has also given me a renewed sense of hope and confidence in lots of areas. If I can figure out how to get from the airport to my hotel at midnight in a city I’ve never visited, I can surely figure out how to get kids from point A to point B when we have a tight schedule. If I found my away around downtown Chicago by myself, then I can sort out life complications. I navigated international airports without anyone telling me what I needed to do. I know those things may not seem like a big deal, but when you’ve never done it before — it’s a big deal.

So — hang in there. If you have a bad case of wanderlust that you don’t think will ever be filled, just wait. You never know what God has in store for you. If you are a traveler and get to go and do lots of things, don’t take it for granted. I’m sure the lessons you’ve learned have enriched every area of your life.

God made us a big, beautiful world for us. Get out and see as much of it as you can.

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