We are currently in the middle of FIRST SPRING. It’s 80 degrees one day and freezing the next. Ah, the signaling of tornado season. It’s my favorite, obviously.
I’m listening to an audiobook and one of the female characters is called Trace. Other than myself, I’ve never heard anyone called that… Ok, Trace Adkins, I guess…. But not like this. I’ve been called Trace my whole life by nearly everyone I’ve ever known. I’ve never understood why, like, there is one more syllable to go. Just go big and finish it. I’ve always disliked it. I rarely tell that to anyone. The thing that irritates me the most is that my name, Tracy, is ALREADY a nickname. It’s not my name. My name is Tracylynn. One word. My mother, to doped up on drugs after giving birth ( they knocked her out and I had to get my own damn self out) told them that that was my name. No middle name and I guess my father wasn’t that invested in the process to change it.
My point being, FINALLY, is that hearing it over and over being read has made me realize that it’s really not that bad. I kind of… like it even.
That was way too long. Sorry.
So, I’m a diabetic. My bio father’s whole side is a diabetes convention. It started when I was pregnant with the youngest kid as gestational diabetes and just decided to stick around. I finally decided to get the constant monitoring device that’s placed in your arm so you don’t have to prick your finger anymore. I always chose not to because, well, injecting a little computer into my arm every two weeks didn’t sound fun. Well, I’m loving it!! My fingers love it! My brain loves the feeling of being “ safe.” And I’m nearly off of insulin. Go me.
I have to go, but let me ask a question first… my husband wants a new cologne. I can only stand certain scents or I get migraines. It has to smell “clean” maybe a bit tobacco-ish but not much, while that it my favorite scent it’s hard to get right, so clean. Any recommendations??
Nice to see you happy with the girl child.
Night
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