This is not the post I planned to write this morning.

Having a nearly one-hour commute (everyone flees the city in the summer, so traffic is much, much lighter) often gives me a lot of time to think. This morning I thought about what a crappy mood I had been in on Sunday and that it had carried over to this morning.

I tried to blame it on the kids: a four-day weekend trying to keep the kids entertained and not arguing and generally not getting on my nerves is exhausting.

I tried to blame it on AF: though she has left the building.

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November, 2012

I stopped over at Six Until Me and found all the windows boarded up and the rooms were littered with squatters. Tumbleweeds bounced across the yard. "Kerri who?" they said when I asked of her whereabouts.

Things sure have changed since Halle Berry cured diabetes five years ago. The online diabetes community has become a ghost town of inactive blogs and non-updated web sites. Though it's absolutely amazing to have a cure, the blogosphere frankly doesn't know what do with itself. Some have just vanished, never to be seen again. Some are still out there, staring vacuously at Google search screens, not knowing where to go, like long-time prisoners released back into society. Others have had a harder time moving on and have resurfaced under new management. (READ MORE)

I know several people who participate in fantasy football leagues. I just never got into that sort of thing. I really have no interest investing so much time and energy into football. For those of you not familiar with fantasy football, points are earned based on how well one's fantasy team players perform each week. It's a pretty big deal for some. Participants draft players, trade players, decide which players to start and which to bench and they even act as legal representation when their players get in trouble for injecting illegal substances, abusing their wives and/or organizing dog fighting rings.

But I really do like a little competition. I certainly invest plenty of time and energy into diabetes and my knowledge of the disease is fairly good. What if we had our very own fantasy league? A fantasy league for diabetes. Well, look no further. (READ MORE)

I'm a fairly simple guy. I live a fairly simple life. I have but one sacred and golden rule to live by.

Never.

Ever.

Never.

Under any circumstance.

Write a rap song.

And NEVER!

EVER!

Write a rap song about diabetes.

Doing so would clearly indicate that my blog has "jumped the shark."

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Congratulations to Mark G. for winning the first-ever 2007/2008 Fantasy Diabetes League. Mark won with a staggering score of 46 points for enduring a down-right spattering of ridiculous comments related to his daughter's diabetes.

In his own words, following his wife's trepidation in ratting out the numerous offenders of diabetes etiquette (that seem to be growing on trees in Texas), Mark says:

"Damn her social graces, the FDL won't win itself."

We at the FDL applaud Mark's competitive spirit.

What makes Mark's victory even more impressive is that he's been in the diabetes game for only about six months. As a mere rookie, he and his family have amassed more diabetes drivel than most would in a lifetime. Well done!

The final standings are as follows: (READ MORE)

Charlie Bucket, that is. From Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

(Wonka plays the musical combination, opening the door to the Chocolate Room. The group rushes in excitedly.)

GRANDPA JOE: (On phone to Mrs. Bucket) OK, so we’re here. He was 57 when we were waiting outside so I gave him two Squelchy Snorters. He wants to have a handful of whipped cream from a giant mushroom, about a dozen jelly beans from a jelly bean tree and he wants to drink chocolate from a chocolate river. How many carbs do you think? (READ MORE)