All Quiet on the Western Front

So I have been picking my mind lately about things that I could be talking about. Things that annoy or frustrate. And well, yeah. I got nothing. I have nothing to even begin to think about. I mean, if you read some of the other blogs out there, there is the fiasco with Reader's Digest, which I get. There are those with the days of lows and high's that are inexplicably frustrating and confusing, there are just the normal day to day issues of well being us. Person's living with Type-1 diabetes. I get it, I have my own things.
I have been getting no hitters with Beepy McBeeperson II, but I have been flatlined at like 65 and while I might peak for like 30 minutes. I end up back at 65 or so. That is great, good, and annoying. I get it, I try to fix it, and I move on. That's my style.
I am working my butt off trying to do things for work and life, and surviving. As Easter and Holy Week approach, more and more stuff keeps showing up. The thing is, I just move on with my day. There is nothing else to do. I was playing Ultimate on Monday night, my team was debating on playing shirts vs. skins. Frankly, when me a 29 year is out there playing the game with a bunch of more in shape college kids, I would be hesitant to take my shirt off, no six pack to show off right now. But well you know that entire Insulin Pump attached to me thing, well that just screams, rip me off. So yeah, I laughed and told them No. But I kept playing anyway. I don't let these things bother me.
Yesterday, was my one day off a week, and I took it for myself. I said no to any request of me and had fun. I hid at my parents house. I did some errands. I bought pizza and went and celebrated my Grandma's 88th birthday with her. I went to the movies. It was a good day.
I saw the movie Soul Surfer. 

I enjoyed it. I laughed. I cried. I saw the tale of a young girl overcome the odds of losing an arm to a shark attack. To getting up. Wiping herself off and continuing with her dream. Sure she had ups. Sure she had downs. But she continued on with life. She had her faith, her family and friends to support her, and her will to not give up. What else is there?

In any adversity, in any troubles there should and hopefully will always be there for us. What more can we ask for? I don't know. I just know I am happy, content, and glad to have so many gifts given to me. Why should I be stressed out over small things sometimes?? 

Oh and I am thinking of ending my posts with corny jokes from time to time. Kinda like a Laffy Taffy without the carbs. 

What begins with f and ends with uck??? Firetruck!!!! Hahaha.