Maybe it's peculiar. Or maybe it's understandable due to the symptoms of Charlie's disease. I think I have a drinking problem. There, I said it.

"One milk coming up," I'll tell my daughter, and then proceed to fill her cup a miserly one-third of the way- unsuitable for even the most parched mosquito.

She looks at the cup incredulously. Like I'm joking.

Ben, the 2 year old, is lucky if I give him anything to drink at all during the course of the day. But I can't keep playing this game forever. Eventually, he'll learn how to pronounce the word milk.

"Sorry, Ben, more malk? I don't know what malk is. Is that Czech? Sorry, pal, can't help you if you're not gonna speak English." (READ MORE)

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Diabetes is sometimes the best way to get out of things. It really can be an easy excuse in times of "emergency (parties, dates, movie hunger)." (READ MORE)

Turning 21 has been the biggest birthday that I've had in quite awhile. I've been celebrating for the past three days with family and friends. For a birthday that really doesn't mean much to me. Yet somehow, I've turned it into a major event.

Being 21 feels better, just because it feels less like I'm still a kid and more like I'm an adult. Telling people I'm 21 instead of 20 will definitely be nice, I'm sure. But otherwise, this birthday and those numbers don't mean much to me.

Because I've generally decided that I won't drink. So being legal for alcohol isn't that exciting. (However, being legal for Las Vegas casinos is!)

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I will not be walking in this Sunday's Step Out Walk to Stop Diabetes.

I will not be walking in costume.

I will not be walking out of costume.

I will not be walking.

I will be running... the New York City Marathon.

Note that I did not say "running in the Marathon", but "running the Marathon".

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