Epilepsy, Migraines, and Hypoglycemia OH MY!

     There was an abnormality. 

       I went back to the neurologist for my four week check in and to go over the results of the EEG and the MRI he ordered at our last visit. The MRI came back normal. But the EEG which is a continuous scan of the brain wave activity (I think) came back with the slightest of slightest abnormalities. Which means it's not just migraines. I have indeed have had seizures. He asked my mother to leave the room so he could talk to me and told me that this means I have indeed have had seizures before, but it's not the main cause of most of my symptoms. It's only causing the days where I black out and have absolutely no clue where I am. But, he was indeed going to put me on preventative medication that not only prevents migraines but some doctors use it to prevent seizures as well. HE BELIEVED ME! You see, I had an episode about two weeks ago where I don't remember anything and I woke up the next morning with a bruise, I kid you not, six inches long (I measured it) and I counted 4 other bruises on my back. That's not normal. He realized that. He did something about it. He also added another rescue medication on top of my other on which puts the count of medication to three. Topimax is my everyday, Imitrex is the better rescue medication, and fioricet is my back up rescue. I am now set. He wants to see me in six weeks to check in again and touch base but it's a start. I'm finally getting answers and it feels amazing. 

    

Withdrawing from my high school

     I've finally talked my parents into letting me do online school next year. It's half online by myself and half in a classroom setting. I'm actually really excited to do this my senior year. I never liked high school for some reason so I'm hoping this is a more positive experience. And I still get to participate in Color Guard with my current school. It's like a win-win all around!

Medical ID Bracelet 

     My school nurse talked me into getting one of these when the janitor found me in the hallway passed out for the second time this year. She said it didn't have to be elaborate or anything it just had to have basics. So I ordered one last Wednesday. Little did I realize I ordered it from a site in the UK so it should be getting here anytime now. It just has my name and my mom's cell number on the back and the medical symbol on the front. I figured that was enough right? 

Okay, that's all for now. I'm hoping to get back into the groove of posting often as the Summer is starting and I will hopefully have more time. 

Keep your head up and you can do this,

Ellie <3 

PS: This song is absotutely amazing! 

Soo.. I Met A Guy Today

   
     This is not about what you think. Okay, yea it does involve a guy, and it does involve us talking, but it doesn't involve us talking like THAT. As we all know from my Tagging experience before, I tend to end up in some interesting situations. Which was no different this time.
     My best friend Maddy and I were trying to find something to do out of the cold (well, cold for us I mean there's no blizzards here right now, but 42 degrees at 3 in the after noon is cold for Vegas.). Anyways, we decided to hit up Laser Tag. Maddy and I were buying our tickets when I noticed a bracelet on the guy's wrist. The logo looked familiar, but I couldn't get a good look at it so we went on and played our game. When we were paying for our second game I noticed the bracelet again, except this time I got a better glance at it. It was for the "You Can Do This Project". Which is an amazing project that you can find more about here. This website has been a HUGE inspiration to me from the very beginning and it was cool to see someone else who knew about it. I told him I liked his bracelet and that it was cool he supported it. He said thanks and handed us our tickets and then glanced back up at me. "Wait, how do you know about this?" He asked, I then told him how I was diagnosed with hypoglycemia about two and a half years ago and how blogging about it made me feel less alone and hopeless. He told me he was diagnosed with type one about eleven years ago and how he had felt that way before as well. We talked for a while and then he had to get back to work he gave me a fist bump (because high fives are so last year) and then we went our separate ways. I may be facing hypoglycemia alone, but there's a hole army of people out there who have my back, who knows what it's like, who are going through something similar and it was cool getting a chance to talk with him about what he goes through and how he manages to keep moving forward. I'm so thankful for the You Can Do This Project because it's connected me to someone who I would have otherwise never met. He encouraged me to keep my head up and made me feel less alone and hopeless, and I hope some day I can do the same for someone else just like me.

Keep your head up and never forget that You Can Do This,
Ellie <3

I. Am. Strong.

     This topic is really serious, it's been happening to me since eighth grade and no one has stepped up and helped. I know other teens my age are going through the same thing as well and that's why I wanted to wright about this. Please keep your negative comments to yourself although I doubt you will have any and if you have any advice please offer it up, whether it's by email or just commenting as well as questions. This is something no one has ever talked with me about and that's why it's so important to me that I get my story out there.
     When I was a Freshman two years ago I witnessed a threat and attempt on my best friend. I reported it and my name got out from another witness. I was stalked on facebook, sent threatening emails and was looked down upon at a school where I used to be respected. I tried telling my parents that I was scared to go to school that a kid had pointed at me and said "I'm going to burn your house down." or "you better watch your back while you're walking home." It scared me, but my parents said that I was over reacting or just being paranoid  Then it just became constant, what I call bullying, what everyone else calls high school. I was teased and picked on, I would leave class crying because someone called me a whore or said something about me. I asked for help, I talked to my parents, I tried everything. No one came. I started cutting. Not on my wrists because I'm smarter than that I simply picked at the cuiticals of my nails  sometimes I would peel off so much skin I would bleed profusely  It wasn't healthy and I knew that, but I was crying for help. I started having thoughts of suicide, at first it was just am I really worth staying on this planet, but it then became more serious like if I were to do it how and when. I told a friend and she called my mom to come pick me up. I told my mom flat out that I was thinking about taking my life. I asked if I could see a counselor, I asked if they could help me, but no one would listen. I faded into the white noise of statistics and I never looked back. I bottled it all up inside me and kept going. The only people outside of my mother that knew this was the one friend and someone else really close to me. Flash forward to now. I just came back from Thanksgiving vacation, literally pulling into the garage when I got a text from a different friend asking me if it was true. If I really was suicidal freak on medication. The rumor spread. I walked into class late one day from the nurse after treating a very scary 30 and the first thing I hear was "she must have forgotten her medication today because she looks gross." I know I should be above caring at this point, and I know I should let it roll of my back, but when someone says that, when rumors spread about you it hurts. I feel betrayed by that person I trusted enough to tell this too, and I'm tired of hearing people say things about me, but because I'm letting this get the best of me I'm struggling in school. I have all D's right now and I'm being called imperfect by my parents. The pressures are getting to me again and as hard as I look, I can't find an outlet. I know I'm strong and I know there are other things out there besides suicide, and I'm not in that state at all, but I know there are other people out there besides me who are literally crying out for help and they are being over looked. I don't know how to help them, and I don't know what I can do, but if you do come across someone like me please don't tell them they are stupid for feeling betrayed and hurt and scared. We just want someone to listen to us, and to tell us that they care. As for the person who started the rumor I can guarantee that the next time we see each other they will not be smiling as they limp away. I just wanted you guys to know who I am and what I really struggle with because really I'm not perfect and I do need help, but I know others out there need help to and my story just might be the one to show them that they are not alone.

So please keep your head up and stay strong,
Ellie <3

I don't Think You Know

   
     I was sitting dying on the floor at a Hunger Games themed birthday party... We just played around of nonviolent Hunger Games and I was hot, sweaty, sticky, tired, and low. I have been all week. Ever since Wednesday when I dropped into the 20's at school again. It's been kicking my butt lately. But anyways, I was laying on the floor under the AC trying to catch my breath and regain stability in my legs. As I was laying there a lady appeared probably from somewhere, but I swear she poofed out of nowhere. She asked me if I was alright and I said yes just a little tired from running haywire in the sun. She got really close to my face, maybe even a little to close, and whispered "it's okay I know what you're going through." Ummm okay?? I turned to her and asked "what do you think is wrong?" I was trying to be respectful be polite, but it really just wasn't happening. "Oh you know it's not a party you are throwing and you're not the main person and you're feeling left out. It's okay, I may not agree with how you're feeling, but I understand." Umm NO YOU DON'T!! I didn't say that of course, that would be rude, but seriously I've never met you before and this is one of the first things you say to me? Really? "I'm actually laying here alone and not outside with the rest of the party because I feel like I am about to pass out, and my blood sugar is low and I just need to sit out for a few." I said nicely, quietly, discreetly. She wasn't going for it. "Oh I know how that feels too, I watched a show on TV and one of the characters was diabetic." At this point I had lost all level headedness. Oh no, I was about to blow. "I'm sorry, but watching a TV show doesn't even begin to tell you what I'm going through right now." She kept talking but I tuned her out. I was done with the conversation, she wasn't getting anything I explained it was for the better that I stopped talking. I've since been thinking.. there's a lot of people who don't understand.
-I try so hard to participate in party games, but with a blood sugar of 40 that's just not an option.
-I can't see ANYTHING when I am low, the vision just isn't there.
-my attitude goes right out the window I'm a lifeless corpse waiting for something to happen so I can be functional again.
- The anxiety attacks that I have become familiar with after a low makes me cry, shake, freak out and I've learned that leaving the room is my best option.
People don't understand that I can't control what happens when I'm low, I have no power against my body... and it sucks. When your day starts off at exactly 100 and then at 1:30 you're 79 and then at 3:00 you're 42 and then you're 90 at 4:30 and back to 50 in 20 minutes you just want to scream. You can't control it and no most of the times people don't understand this. It's beyond frustrating that I have to deal with these lows and the anxiety and I am trying SOO hard to better control my blood sugars and to be healthy people just don't understand this.
Keep your head up and it screwed on tight,
Ellie <3

Oh hallelujah!

I was left to walk across a field in Nebraska alone because my brother talked my parents into driving away as a prank. Thank goodness it was only a few hundred feet. :) 

      Where to begin? Should I start with the fact that I successfully made it through my first week of work? Nope, you probably won't care? Should I begin with how awful it is to pack for a two week vacation and not having enough shorts or test strips to cover it all? Nope, that's a whole other story. Should I start with the start of my two week college road trip? Yup, let's start there. 
     I don't know where to begin (did I cover that already?) Well, two Thursdays ago (6/14) I was boarding a plane for Omaha. I know, what could possibly be in Omaha that I would need to visit for two weeks. Well, Omaha was just the start. My family and I were embarking on a two week road trip where we would hit Concordia Seward, Martin Luther College, Concordia St. Paul, Wisconsin Lutheran College, and Concordia Meckwan. All while visiting family, friends, and tourist attractions along the way. There are four people including me who went on this trip. A plane only seats three in a row. So I volunteered to be the odd man out and sit alone a few rows back from the rest of my family. I got comfortable in my seat next to the window and began reading my book waiting for the plane to taxi out of Vegas so I could listen to my Ipod. A few minutes later two older ladies came and sat in the empty seats next to me. I, trying to be polite say hello and held their coats while they buckled in. Why in the world they would need coats in 100 degree Vegas weather beats me, but I held them. About ten minutes later we were prepping for take off, and just to be on the safe side I decided it would be a great time to test. I pulled out my meter and tried to test discreetly, as I have had experiences with testing on a plane before, when randomly the lady sitting in the middle seat leaned over and got a little to close to my ear and whispered "it's okay I do it too." I looked at her awkwardly as she was still in my personal bubble. "I'm sorry?" I answered back. "I test my blood sugar too. Mine isn't anything fancy like yours, but I test myself too!" She sounded excited so I asked the dumbest question I could have possibly came up with "Do you have diabetes?" I should have known that there was a 98% chance she would have said yes, but her answer surprised me. "No." When she said this I was slightly confused why else would she possibly test her blood sugar?? "I have sever hypoglycemia." She said matter-o-factly. Oh hallelujah! We shared stories and I told her about my blog and that was that. I noticed her peaking over at my meter when I tested again about an hour later, and I also noticed the sour look on her face when it flashed back at 52, and then again an hour later with a 60. She knew what it was like. She was on the inside of the same circle I'm stuck in the middle of! We exchanged emails and decided to stay in touch. I told her to have safe travels and that was that. Done.
     This is only day one of traveling. I hope to bring you more enlightenment on what went down soon. :) Hope you all have had a great June!!

Keep your head up and be ready for any conversation,
Ellie <3

I Got Yo Back

Everyday, unless I stay after, like clock work I get off the bus at the bus stop and begin my journey home. And everyday like clock work our same UPS man is making his daily rounds through our neighborhood delivering packages and what not. And almost once a week he delivers something to my house and every time, I'm the one that signs for it.
It all started a while ago, we would cross paths at intersections and what not and we were always friendly with a wave and a smile, but he would always keep driving his route. Day in and day out this was our routine, and somehow it just sorta kept happening exactly this way. One day I was walking home on a low and was drinking my juice box and keeping to myself, and like every other day I could hear his truck coming down the street and turned around to wave at him. Except this time I lost my balance because I was dizzy, I quickly regained my footing, but didn't slip the awkward gaze that he gave me today as he drove by. 45 minutes later I was back in range and heard him pulling up to our driveway. I raced out to grab what ever he was delivering this time. Normally we'd say hello I'd sign and then we'd part our ways. This time we sung a different tune.
"Hey are you okay? I saw you almost fell walking home." He said handing over the package.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've always been the clumsy one in the family." I answered as I scribbled my messy signature across his little tablet with one hand.
"You were also carrying a juice box. You like being a little kid again?" He asked half joking. This caught me off guard. He was either being a stalker and watching my every move, or he was genuinely concerned.
"No I actually have hypoglycemia, my blood sugar was low and I was trying to boost it. That's also kinda why I fell." This caught him off guard.
"I always knew there was something off with you. I've seen you wobbling home before, I try to make sure you get home safely when I ever I see you like that. Don't think I'm being a stalker or anything. Don't worry. I got your back." That's all he said before he disembarked for the next half of his trip. Their truly are people who watch out for me when I'm walking home. Yes, it was a little bit of an awkward conversation, but I've gotten to know him more and more as he delivered more packages. So Joe, if you're reading this, Thanks for having my back it's nice to know you're watching out for me, and not in a creepy way.

Keep your head up and keep educating,
Ellie <3

Getting Through April

April. Not even half way over and I've already done so much. It started off busy and out of town, leading into my glucose tolerance testing (which all came back wonderful so I guess I'm a medical mystery??) Which is when we took a mini field trip to the new Hoover Dam bypass bridge, which is about and hour away from my house. 

In between Arizona and Nevada. 

Back on the Nevada side. 

If you can see him, he's a big horn sheep down by the water. 

 Then came Elizabeth Keane Day. When I received my big Prudential Spirit Of Community award in 2010 the city counsel dedicated April 7th as Elizabeth Keane Day. It was only April 7, 2010, but we like to celebrate it every year... WITH CAKE!!!

 Then came Easter. As always we have a HUGE Easter party with AMAZING food after church, and boy was it delicious!!

Hiding Easter eggs! 

The Easter egg finders. The hat on my head doubled as an
Easter egg basket as I was to lazy to go and find a real one.

 Next came the TourDeCure! I was soo excited to be riding in the 15mile ride. It was super rainy and cold in Vegas that day, and it was a little annoying because it NEVER rains in Vegas and it just decides today is a great day to poor. But, luckily the rain held out and it was beautiful riding weather! It was also really cool to meet people who had diabetes, I've never seen so many insulin pumps and people checking their blood sugar in one place. And it was neat to be able to encourage them in their fight.

Hoola-hooping before the ride. 

At the starting line. That's my nervous smile. 

Off we go! 

Coming up to the rest stop after a super long hill! 

Power drinking water so I could finish the last 7 miles! 

After the rest stop up the next part of the big hill! 

Coming up to the finish line and passing the big red truck.

Crossing the finish line!!
Huge smiles all the way!!! 

Meeting Monica Jackson the Fox 5 news anchor and telling
her I saw her commercial for this even and that's what made me
decide to sign up and ride. 

Doing a sound byte for the Monday morning news on why I decided
to ride and why I was so crazy for not having any training and just
doing it. 

The celebratory Outback lunch. 

It was amazing!!

That rounds out the first half of April. Now we're at the final stretch of school, I get my licsence in a month and turn 16, start my summer job, and more! I'm so excited. Hope your April is filled with laughs and great numbers.

Keep your head up and push on,
Ellie <3

TourdeCure

I'M SO EXCITED!!!!! TourdeCure is coming to Vegas and you bet I plan on being a part of it!! It's a 15mile bike ride and all the proceeds go to the American Diabetes Association. Although I don't live with diabetes personally I know a lot of people who do and I am so honored to help in their fight. I am currently fundraising for this event and you can help. I've already raised $50, but I need at least $150 to ride. If you would like to support me in this amazing bike ride you can go to the TourdeCure website and click donate. When you get to the website click donate and type in my name: Elizabeth Keane. Anything and everything helps. I hope to raise as much as I can for the American Diabetes Association! Pictures will be posted as soon as I get home from riding!
Thank you for all your continued support,
Ellie <3

Keep Fighting

     I've decided to post this after much debate. I think it's something that needs to be told, but I also think it's something that could haunt us for a while. So if you are someone who is sensitive to medical things or are scared of severe low blood sugars I would encourage you to use discretion, because unfortunately this is a true story.
     I went camping this past weekend. It wasn't like a normal camping trip it was camping with upwards 900 other people maybe topping 1000 including spectators. I was down the hill at registration helping some of the ladies with paper work and stuff when the dreaded words came across the radio, it didn't stop anybody else in their tracks, but to me I felt my chest tighten and I couldn't breath. A younger male was having a seizure, they needed medics and oxygen asap and let's get a flight for life in the air it looks like a bad one. I sat their helping register another family trying to hide the pain that I felt for this poor man waiting for confirmation he was okay. Then I heard it again, he's got a medical ID let's call for a glucometer. The ID had no info just a phone number and a name. The guy was conscious, but not in any state to respond to questions. I quickly reached into my back pocket and told one of the ladies to grab the radio and tell them I had a way to test blood sugar and just before she did I stopped her. I didn't have strips. I didn't have enough money to go buy more before we left and my mom wouldn't spot me any because, well she doesn't believe me. I only carried my meter so that if something like this were to happen to me they could tell, they would know. The radios went silent, the helicopter landed and they transported the type one diabetic to the hospital. His blood glucose meter and his insulin still sitting in his car at the base of the hill. When I got back up to the top my mom ran over to me. "They were calling for a meter! I couldn't find yours, I took down the bag with the little strip bottles, but they couldn't find the meter!" She realized that day how important it was that we figure out what is causing my blood sugar to drop, she realized that she needed to help buy strips when ever she can because that could have easily been me. I did find out that the man was stable. The cause of the seizure was dehydration, but he also had a bg of 50. He just like me was not approved to carry a glucagon because there was no real evidence that blood sugars would go that low. He'd never passed out before, and he'd never been unconscious. We're all fighting this very scary battle. I don't wear an insulin pump or have to give myself shots, but I respect those who do and I give huge props to those who do, but we're all fighting the fight of blood sugars. We all have those high-five worthy days, and we all have those that was a close call days. We're all going through it, and we're all going to get through it. That man showed me all the more that I need to fight with all I have to get a proper diagnosis and have people help me figure out the right ways to prevent something like that from happening. That man also showed my mother how much she had to learn and how much more she could be of assistance in my fight. I just ask you all to keep fighting, and to pray for that man. This is our fight, and We. Will. Win.

Keep your head up and keep FIGHTING,
Ellie <3

Tagging On A Low

It's not something I tell people flat out. It doesn't come up in a normal conversation. It lives in my purse when I go out and only sees the light of day when my body decides it wants to. Medically I don't share this with a lot of people. I'm an idependent person who has trusted a few select people to know the details of what to do during a serious low blood sugar and then that was that. There's no walking up to people and being like "hey I have a medical condition blah blah blah." No. I keep it to myself unless I have to tell people. Like yesterday. My cousin had her birthday party at a place called laser quest. It was a laser tag birthday party and you can bet I dominated. I'm beast at laser tag and came out of the first round in 6th place. Or 2nd with the party I was with. One of our family friends and I are really competitive. He pesters me I pester right back. We get pretty serious when it comes to talking smack. Well after the first game I was shaky, dizzy, and really tired which just isn't normal for me. I walked out to the car to grab my purse and testing kit. I sat there in the sun drinking a juice box treating a 54. I walked back in and kinda gravitated towards the corner in a silent daze. Well the family friend came over to talk smack for the second game and my heart just wasn't in it. I sat there half playing along half concentrating on doing carb to blood sugar ratio math and half concentrating on not falling asleep. 15 minutes later I was being forced into a second laser match with out getting a chance to retest or take something fast acting with me. I was just thrown in. I teamed up with a little girl who has known me her entire life, but never knew about the whole blood sugar thing. She thought that when I sat down I was just resting because of the intensity of the game, not because I couldn't feel my feet. Finally 15 minutes was up and I was out at debriefing waiting for my crappy score. Minutes later we were singing happy birthday, and eating lunch and it got so hot and stuffy inside the party room that me and a couple other people went outside to eat on the curb and get a little fresh air. That's when it happened. The question. "Why aren't you fighting back." He asked me (the pestering one). I replied with my sarcastic "you were being mean" line. Then I said, "no actually I was at the point like I was feeling faint and dizzy and I really didn't want to talk to anybody at the time." Blank face. "I have hypoglycemia, my body produces to much insulin, or at least that's what they think, my blood sugar dropped low between games and I didn't really have a good chance to correct it." He understood. Somebody he worked with had diabetes, type one. He knew about low blood sugar and them having to treat lows, he didn't know I was in that state or he would have left me alone. He knew. That was a rare response to that type of conversation, but it was nice to know somebody didn't have to be 100% educated. They already knew. I probably should have told him earlier because there house is on my way to the bus stop and if I ever had an emergency that would be the closest place to go, but they know know. I'm fine and I still got a higher score at laser tag. Just goes to show tagging on a low is never good, but everything can still turn out okay.

Keep your head up and your lasers ready,
Ellie <3

My Story

A few things you should know... 

• the camera was sitting on top of a klenex box on top of a stool on top of my bed, that's why it shakes every time I move... sorry. 
• It took 10 takes to get the index card part right. 
• I did stop shooting the video mid-way to correct the low. Now you know I'm seriously not lying when I say I feel absolutely nothing. 
• And on the last index card I forgot the s in thanks. As much as I would love to blame the low I can't, I mearly just can't spell.

So with out further ado this is my story. 

Keep your head up and your camera steady,

Ellie <3

Yesterday was a tough day. I ended the day with about 5-6 lows that dropped below 70's. The last one of the night was the one that left me at my breaking point. I don't show emotion when I'm around other people, or at least I try not to. Yesterday I had eaten a second lunch and was sitting on the couch waiting to bounce back up from my 5th low. I had a headache that the last low left me and I wasn't to excited about the fact that it wasn't going away. I was annoyed. All of a sudden I started feeling sick to my stomach. I just wanted to go to sleep, but I was to shaky to make it to my room. So I layed there on the couch. Suddenly I started uncontrollably crying and I wanted nothing more than to run away and hide from everybody. It was only 4:00 in the afternoon, but I was already in my PJ's trying to fall asleep. It didn't even cross my mind that I was low until the room started spinning. I tested and drank a juice box and cried silently for a half hour at the fact that I couldn't go hang out with the guests we had over because I was low and couldn't stop the room from spinning. I hit my breaking point and sitting there aware that this was happening stung a little bit. What helped was knowing I'm not alone knowing there are people who know what I'm going through. It's a tough pill to swallow sometimes and it hurts knowing I'm going to be swallowing this pill forever, but I swallowed it and I'm ready to move fourth and push myself harder. So if you're crying silent tears right now just know you're not alone. I promise.
Keep your head up and your juice boxes handy,
Ellie <3

And for your veiwing enjoyment... It's always been on my bucket list to ride a segway. These guys did the impossible with one. You should check it out it's a pretty amazing story. :P

Yo I can't Believe You Said That!

I haven't posted lately because there really hasn't been much to post about numbers were beautiful, nothing monumental happened at school... nothing until today.
I had my first run in with misconceptions yesterday. I am partly to blame, but I should have fixed it. I was low two days ago so I was sitting on the floor in our living room drinking a juice box and visiting. My grandma noticed my quietness and asked if I was low. I said yes and went into tell her about my 5 lows that day and blah blah blah. One of my family members looked up realizing we were talking about low blood sugar and asked if I was type 1 or type 2. I answered hypoglycemic except when I answered it sounded like type 2 and that's what he had heard. I didn't realize that or I would have corrected him. Then yesterday rolled around and I was correcting another low with juice and chocolate. (yes I know you can not correct a low with chocolate get over it I did.) He looked up and was like you better watch your intake missy it's no wonder your part diabetic. I almost fell on the floor. I didn't have a chance to correct him before someone started another conversation. It just kind of annoyed me. I will correct him sooner or later I promise I just got to make sure it's not like yo i can't believe you said that! Wish me luck.

Keep your head up and educated,
Ellie <3

Updates and Pictures Of Awesomeness!!!!

That's right I just got done uploading some pictures from the past couple of weeks! whoo! so with out further adu (spell check?) here you go :D

We'd been camping for like 3 dayz that's why our hair was so messed up. 

There was a battle of the sexes night at the youth group I go to in Vegas. That's what happened...

You know your life is complete when your favorite singer is on a snack you eat at least 4 times a day. 

I painted my toenails blue with silver circles on them in support of diabetes awareness month. 

I didn't know she was taking the picture. That is what my cousin and I call the spider swing. 

My grandpa and I chased an ice cream truck down for 1/4th of a mile. We never get ice cream trucks in the rural area of the city so we had to take the opportunity. 

My view from our jeep expedition. That was the other jeep that went with us.