Archive for March 2014

4.4 Earthquake Shook Us GOOD this morning!

To be shaken so hard by an earthquake and the subsequent shattering of glass, right before I was about to be alarmed by my alarm clock is definitely one of the scariest things I’ve experienced, recently at least.  At around 6:30am this morning, my husband and I were literally forcefully shaken awake by a 4.4 earthquake that was cenetered not far from where we live.  We live on the top floor of a condo building, but from what I’ve heard from people’s reactions online, most everyone in the near vicinity felt it, whether they were on the ground or a few floors above it.

It was an earthquake that was not far below the surface, only 5.3 miles, according to news reports this morning.  I have never even thought about depth of quakes before and how that might make the shock feel stronger.  It certainly did in our experience today!  I’ve experienced a few small quakes in my ten years of living in Los Angeles but this one took the cake of the strength of the shake.  I’m a poet.  I know it.


As soon as the shaking calmed down a bit, my husband and I both jumped out of bed; I ran to our three year old daughter’s room, he ran to his eighty-three year old mother’s room.  Our three year old started crying and said, “I don’t want our house to be shaking mommy!”  I held her tight and told her it was okay and that the earth just went scribble scrabble.  That’s something the teachers say at the school she attends when children draw frantically and scribbly all over a page.  She understood, I stayed calm and she quickly followed suit.

MySurreaLife Los Angeles Earthquake March 17 2014

While my husband was in with his mom, I walked down the hallway with our little lady in my arms and was in awe at how nearly all of our framed art on the walls was drastically tilted.  It was very surreal.  I was half awake and entirely dumbstruck.  It’s funny how when your brain knows what’s going on, it also still acts completely stupid and takes a long time to process everything that’s going on.

MySurreaLife Los Angeles Earthquake 03 17 14

Our one window that faces the atrium of our building was open.  I heard one of our kind neighbors stick his head out of his front door asking, “is everyone okay?”  Another neighbor peeped her head out and said, “was that an earthquake?!  wow!  We’re okay.”  I stuck my head out, waved and said, “we’re okay too!” Los Angeles Earthquake March 17 2014

I kept looking around the house for what could have possibly broken.  All the bottles of wine were in one piece *THANK GOD*, none of the framed photos had come off the wall. I cracked open the door to the guest bathroom and saw broken pieces of white ceramic.  I went inside, like a fool because I didn’t have shoes on, and saw that one of fancier toilet brush holders (this is actually a possibility) I had gotten at IKEA and installed on our walls had jumped off the wall in an apparent nervous attempt to make a run for it.  I guess it didn’t realize it didn’t have legs and couldn’t get too far.  Even the toilet looks surprised that this thing came off the wall.  I have two other ceramic brush holders installed in our other two bathrooms and they didn’t go anywhere.  So curious.

Anywho, all is well with us in SoCal; just shaken, and slightly stirred.  😉

Fashionable Pumping?

I wanted a catchy title to this blog post.  Did it work?  Are you intrigued as to what in the world I’m talking about?  When I started this blog a year or so ago, I always knew I wanted to incorporate the element of living with Type 1 diabetes and how, having to live with this disease, is a daily, if not hourly job.  I’ve also always wanted to somehow incorporate fashion into the blog discussions.  Over a year later, I am now, for what I think is one of the first times, writing about living diabetes and also talking a bit about fashion.  Talk about a two-fer!

I have had diabetes for thirty years.  Yipes.  Thirty years.  That’s a long time.  Living with diabetes is exactly the phrase every diabetic understands and a phrase everyone who knows anyone with Type 1 diabetes should try to understand as best they can.  One must live WITH this disease, as if it were another person.  This disease is so difficult to manage at times it seems the two of you (diabetes and the person with it) can’t get along, even with counseling, clergy support or drugs and certainly not alcohol.  Drugs are required with Type 1 diabetes as our pancreas is not capable of producing insulin, a vital a peptide hormone, produced by beta cells in the pancreas, central to regulating carbohydrate and fat metabolism in the body. It causes cells in the liverskeletal muscles, and fat tissue to absorb glucose from the blood.  (< all this via Wikipedia) Without insulin, our diabetic, non-pancreas working bodies become toxic.

Ten years ago I decided it was time to begin administering my insulin via insulin pump and I’m so glad I went ahead with that decision.  It took some time to get used to, having constantly being connected to a small pager like device.  At times I really hated it, like REALLY hated it for being so inconvenient because it was ALWAYS there.  Always.  When sleeping, when awake, and when doing all things awake.  Fortunately one can unplug herself from her pump for about an hour, but not often or, what’s the point of having it connected?!

I have finally gotten more used to dealing with how to handle my life and being attached to an insulin pump.  That wasn’t always the case.  I remember in Vegas once many years ago, two of my girlfriends and I went down to the pool and at that time I had an insulin pump that was waterproof.  I wore a cute blue bikini with cherries on it and red, short board-shorts to clip my pump onto something without completely pulling down my bikini bottoms.  Some frat-type boy saw me, in my get up and pointed as he walked by me laughing, drink in hand, “don’t get your pager wet!”  I snidely retorted, “thanks man.  It’s an insulin pump.”  He smiled back my way.  I guess maybe he didn’t want to express feeling bad for being an ass, or looking like an ass in front of a pool full of people.  Smiling still makes you look like an ass, you ass.

Anywho, it is often the case that my insulin pump somehow interferes with my outfit of choice on any given day.  I have decided to let others see how good I have become at concealing my secret weapon.  Ha.

Below is the outfit of the day, without a pump to be found.  I’m wearing Rock & Republic Victoria Beckham jeans from AGES ago, jeans that used to be nice and snug and have transformed into the very hip “boyfriend” jeans.  Boyfriend jeans are my favorite because they’re oh so loose, and also because I can sit easily and without having to rearrange my pump or without it jabbing into my hip bone.  The only place I ever wear my pump anymore is in pockets of my pants or, if I’m wearing a skirt or dress, I wear my pump in a slip with a custom sewn pocket.  I’ve also outfitted all of my sleepwear with little pockets for my pump.  How very glamourous, I know.

MySurreaLife Fashionable pumping

I’m also wearing a super fun t-shirt that you can’t see from this pic, but I just got it from JCrew and it says “Amour Amour Amour” allll over it in black and grey.  Click the link to see it on the JCrew site. The blazer is from Bebe and the Melissa & Campana shoes are from my neighbor’s awesome Studio City boutique Mimi & Hy.  While getting our little lady dressed, she saw the scarf in her closet and decided I needed to wear it. At first I was going to come up with an excuse as to why I wasn’t going to wear it, but after she put it on me I walked into my closet and saw the pink mini Bebe blazer and voila, outfit ensemble du jour.  It can be done!  Fashion, comfort AND an insulin pump.

I have no idea if this delightful of an outfit will come again anytime soon.

Wish me luck.