2008 JDRF Walk for A Cure

Dear Friends and Family,

IMG_0985 The Rogers Family reached our 1 year anniversary with Type 1 Diabetes in March.  Anne took Scott to lunch and they made a list of all the words new in our vocabulary:  insulin, Humalog, Lantus, basal, bolus, correction factor, highs, low, carb ratio, glucagon and the list goes on.

We’ve learned that if we have pizza or spaghetti for dinner, it sends Scott’s blood sugar over 350 around 3:00am.  We’ve learned that if he eats a meal full of carbs made of fruit and vegetables, he needs much less insulin for the same amount of carbohydrate made of starches because he’s usually “low” when I go to bed at 11:00.  He gets a juice box and a few goldfish in his sleep.  I’m surprised we don’t have any cavities yet.

We’ve made huge strides this year and we continue to grow in our knowledge and management.  He went on the OmniPod insulin delivery system last October.  (It is the same one Nick Jonas has!)   Scott has been a much happier child since then.  He wears a “pod” on his body all the time.  It is about the size of ½ an egg and a canula is inserted into his skin, delivering insulin 24 hrs a day/7 days a week.  We have to change the pod every 3 days although he’s been known to lose one occasionally during wrestling matches with his brothers or soccer at recess.

When Scott was diagnosed, we, as a family, decided that we would make diabetes a part of our lives, but it would not BE our life.  We work hard to help him have a normal childhood and not be overly protective, but sometimes it’s not that easy.  He went to the movies with his friends and he was supposed to call and let us know how much popcorn he was eating, to decide insulin amounts.  He didn’t call.  When he returned home his blood sugar was over 500 taking several hours to bring it down to a safe level.  How do you get mad at a kid for just being a kid?

Type 1 diabetes strikes without any warning.  It has NOTHING to do with the child’s diet: he didn’t eat junk food all of the time and he’s not overweight.  It does, however, change their lives forever.  He will never again eat a piece of food without thinking about how many carbohydrates are in it.  He will never again play soccer without the fear of having a “low” during the game.  We will never be able to sleep thru the night without worrying that his blood sugar might drop too low.  He will never again go one day without pricking his finger at least 8 times (normally its 10-12).

We also decided as a family that we would support the JDRF in any way and their efforts.  They are the largest contributor of money to Type 1 Diabetes research in the world, giving over $1.16 billion since their creation.  The JDRF was started in 1970 by parents who believed in a cure for diabetes, just as we do.  Won’t you please give as generously as you are able to the JDRF.  They are working on finding a cure for Scott and millions of other children like him.

That commitment to support means that we will be participating in the Walk to Cure Diabetes Saturday, November 1st at the Nortel Campus in Research Triangle Park.   Please help us support the JDRF by visiting http://jdrf.jrr4.com (which redirects you to the JDRF website) and donating to our team or joining us on the walk. Any amount, no matter how small, is greatly appreciated.

Thank you for any support you can provide.

Anne & Jimmy Rogers, Scott, Brad & Jay

I’ve avoided Politics so Far…

I’m about 75% decided as to who I’m voting for in the upcoming presidential election.  I’m hoping that there will be some substance discussed in the debates to help me over my indecision.

One of the things that has bothered me this election is what has happened to John McCain.  I used to think he was the greatest – a moderate Republican who went against the stream of party thought when he disagreed, and would reach “across the aisle” when reforms were necessary.  I’ve seen none of that in this campaign, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

Thank goodness for The Daily Show.  Sadly, I present what should be a commercial for Barack Obama’s presidency.

 

It’s hysterical, and sad all at once.  Who’s the real John McCain?

My Backup Plan Failed…

and it’s not the one that involved throwing the jeep into reverse and getting out of the way.

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Scott and I were involved in a head on collision yesterday.  Fortunately, thanks to airbags, and my theory of “yield to tonnage”, which is the lighter object should always yield to the heavier one, no one was seriously hurt.

I saw it coming.

I knew it was going to be bad.

My reaction, instead of getting right with my Lord and Saviour this one last time (my backup plan – covering my bases)?

“OH, SHIT!”

Not “Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me of my sins, and should I die from this, accept me into your heavenly kingdom.  I’ve tried hard to obey you, to love you, and to live by your Son’s teachings, but just in case we’re not quite right…”

Too many words for those milliseconds when the white Scion, traveling west on Perry Creek Road at Soccer Center, clipped the teenager using the “ For Entrance Only” as an exit, and came speeding at my jeep, which was quietly awaiting its opportunity to turn into WRAL Soccer Center.

Rather than dwell on the Christian learning experience that this should lead to, I’d rather propose something else.

I’d like to see the phrase “Oh, Shit!” come to mean the very same thing as my prayer above.

It’s shorter.

It’s much easier to say.

It would then cover all the bases.

Call me St. Jimmy.

My Backup Plan Failed…

and it’s not the one that involved throwing the jeep into reverse and getting out of the way.

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Scott and I were involved in a head on collision yesterday.  Fortunately, thanks to airbags, and my theory of “yield to tonnage,” which is the lighter object should always yield to the heavier one, no one was seriously hurt.

I saw it coming.

I knew it was going to be bad.

My reaction, instead of getting right with my Lord and Saviour this one last time (my backup plan – covering my bases)?

“OH, SHIT!”

Not “Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me of my sins, and should I die from this, accept me into your heavenly kingdom.  I’ve tried hard to obey you, to love you, and to live by your Son’s teachings, but just in case we’re not quite right…”

Too many words for those milliseconds when the white Scion, traveling west on Perry Creek Road at Soccer Center, clipped the teenager using the “ For Entrance Only” as an exit, and came speeding at my jeep, which was quietly awaiting its opportunity to turn into WRAL Soccer Center.

Rather than dwell on the Christian learning experience that this should lead to, I’d rather propose something else.

I’d like to see the phrase “Oh, Shit!” come to mean the very same thing as my prayer above.

It’s shorter.

It’s much easier to say.

It would then cover all the bases.

Call me St. Jimmy.

Welcome to Comboland Radio

 

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As first reported in David Menconi’s blog at newsobserver.com, Comboland Radio is live on Live365.com.  In the last 30 minutes or so, I’ve heard Arrogance, PKM, Glass Moon, Brice Street, Mothers Finest, Connells and Mitch Easter.  If you grew up in Raleigh, you must revisit your roots.  I’m loving this – subscribed to Live365.com (you do not have to to listen) and loaded the mobile version on my phone.  I’m hooked.

From the website:

Comboland… this catchy moniker was coined by Godfrey Cheshire in 1985 for a project he and Bernie Reeves were developing at “The Spectator”, a weekly entertainment magazine in Raleigh, NC. The idea was to expose to the rest of the world the many great artists and bands that made up the “North Carolina Music Scene”. 27 bands/artists submitted 48 songs for the project. These tapes were shopped to record companies and found some success in England. A BBC special was filmed and a single compilation album was released on Making Waves records. A couple of the bands secured deals of their own thanks to this exposure. The others either toiled on or broke up. In the process some wonderful music was made. Beginning in the early 70’s the “Comboland” era sort of ended in the early 90’s but great music kept coming out of the region. Today the number of artists/bands making music in Comboland is remarkable! I know I don’t have them all represented here…yet! While Comboland Radio features quite a bit of the older tunes we feature plenty of the recent releases too. Hopefully this new outlet will expose the great new music coming out of Comboland. Comboland lives on!

The Best And The Worst In 48 Hours

For Foodies, the wife and I don’t get out much.  When dining with the family, we lean to the inexpensive, family friendly:

Wow, that list depresses me, but when you’re feeding 5, including a 12 year old that eats like he’s 16, it really needs to be inexpensive.

We generally try and stay away from “corporate” eating, despite the list above being more chain than small local.  The Rogers family will never darken the door of a Red Lobster or Olive Garden.  EVER.  Not as long as there is a Kemp’s Seafood or any small mom and pop Italian restaurant.

This past weekend, however, clearly shows the paradox being a food snob can present.  Friday night, we made a return to the Magnolia Grill for the wife’s birthday.  I will not do a repeat of that magnificent review from last year’s visit, but suffice it to say that it was a wonderful sacrifice to the culinary gods.  We need to solve the world hunger problem, and then we must figure out how to replace those round, red things in the grocery store with heirloom tomatoes.  Oh my lord!

Then there was our Sunday road trip.  When on the road to anywhere but the beach, we will eat at Cracker Barrel, a clear exception to our chain, corporate restaurant embargo.  I do despise the fact that there is as much gift shop as there is restaurant, but the food isn’t bad.  It’s actually pretty good.  It’s somewhat reassuring that within 5 exits on any interstate, there will be somewhere we can sit down and have a decent “meat and two”.  The Cracker Barrel has found a niche in that it is impossible to know of a mom and pop hole in the wall restaurant everywhere, and that’s why, when going to the beach, we only eat at Wilbur’s, McCalls, and the Meadow Village Restaurant – not Cracker Barrel.

We visited the depths of hell, however, Sunday night for dinner.  This trip was to take the oldest to Camp Cheerio Extreme (“Just 30 minutes past the middle of nowhere!”).  For the 2nd year, we’ve let our middle child choose where we ate dinner, and both years we’ve ended up at Streets of Southpoint, or the home of the corporate restaurant.  Last year it was Maggianos, but their fried cheese was “weird”, so it didn’t make the cut.  He chose the Cheesecake Factory.

What a god-awful attempt at mediocrity.  Their website claims “something for everyone”, which is the whole problem.  The 15-20 page menu has mexican, italian, american, chinese, and thai food.  PICK SOMETHING AND TRY AND DO IT WELL, instead of everything with mediocrity.

I would have been happier if the fish tacos had been bad, but they weren’t.  They were completely tasteless, even when covered in guacamole and salsa. Salt and Pepper didn’t help.  There was no saving them.

Of course, the place was packed the whole time we were there.  At least the cheesecake was good.

Do yourself a Favor….

 

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It’s silly, absurd, cheesy, and beautifully fantastic.  Neil Patrick Harris has a really great voice, and his ability to just look at the camera and express a myriad of emotions is nothing short of amazing.  I think they call it "ACTING"!

Nathan Fillion is perfectly over the top cheesy as our "hero" Captain Hammer.

This show has more heart, humor and talent in in than anything on TV right now.