Well, where did I go?
I went to my first ever live-football game. It was a high school game in a tiny town but it wasn't a bad time. I don't know if I'll go to another one, but we'll see. It was chilly that night, with hats, mittens, and coats required. But then the biting wind was stick nipping at noses.
The Boy and I went to Duluth, MN for a weekend getaway to celebrate our four years together. On Halloween we hit that four year mark. I don't know where the time has gone. However, I do know that we mark time with "before Leukemia" and "After Leukemia." It's strange to have some a division in time like that. But we had a great time in Duluth.
We went to a micro-brewery, talked, ate, listened to some live music, and enjoyed beer. Well, The Boy drank beer (a tasting, they call it) and I smelled it. I smell the beer like people do with wine. I hate the taste, but I can understand the subtle hints they are going for...
The musician was incredible. He had such range and was fantastic on guitar. We went on a tour of the brewery and learned how they make micro-brew. It was interesting. We also went to see the lift bridge, but did not get to see it rise up and allow a ship to pass over. We went to the aquarium and saw some fishies. :) Eric saw his first otter and was entertained by what I called "a wet puppy with a big tail." The stingrays were awesome. We also had breakfast in a revolving restaurant that gave us a great view of the city our first morning there.
We enjoyed some amazing food while we were there. Nothing we ate was disgusting, which is not the case when we have gone to Rochester, MN. It was also great to go on a trip for no reason other than for us to enjoy ourselves. No doctor appointments. It was a first.
All in all, highly recommended place to vacation and we would like to go back.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
F is for Firsts
Hello out there in cyberspace!
Today is a list kind of day.
So, here are a lists of firsts...
1. I have already had my first cold of the season.
2. I finally used a rug I bought in June.
3. If all goes like planned, I will be attending my first football game and auction (as a buyer not a seller) this week.
4. My first car was a 1986 Chevy Celebrity sedan.
5. My first kiss was with Will W. 0n my bed in my apartment in Fargo (the blue apartments).
6. I planted my first hens and chicks in my flower bed. We'll see if I can make them grow.
7. In the back yard, I dug up all the tulips and threw them away. I can't stand how the things look after they bloom. All ragedy. This will be my first tulip free yard.
8. I slept on our futon in the spare room with it folded all the way out for the first time while I was sick.
9. We opened one of our basement windows for the first time since we have lived in this house.
10. I met someone who does not like Mexican food. I mean, I know people who don't like spicy Mexican food, but to dislike Mexican as a whole... that was a first.
Today is a list kind of day.
So, here are a lists of firsts...
1. I have already had my first cold of the season.
2. I finally used a rug I bought in June.
3. If all goes like planned, I will be attending my first football game and auction (as a buyer not a seller) this week.
4. My first car was a 1986 Chevy Celebrity sedan.
5. My first kiss was with Will W. 0n my bed in my apartment in Fargo (the blue apartments).
6. I planted my first hens and chicks in my flower bed. We'll see if I can make them grow.
7. In the back yard, I dug up all the tulips and threw them away. I can't stand how the things look after they bloom. All ragedy. This will be my first tulip free yard.
8. I slept on our futon in the spare room with it folded all the way out for the first time while I was sick.
9. We opened one of our basement windows for the first time since we have lived in this house.
10. I met someone who does not like Mexican food. I mean, I know people who don't like spicy Mexican food, but to dislike Mexican as a whole... that was a first.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
E is for Easy
So many things aren't easy in life. It ain't easy being green. It's not easy being this beautiful. But you know what is easy? Eating pie. That's actually how the well-worn phrase "Easy as pie" goes. It's "As easy as eating pie." Because making pie- is hard. Hell, even the frozen ones can turn out poorly.
Today, I easily upset the lawn mower by mowing over a metal pole and getting green fluffy stuff stuck around the blade. I easily ate two grilled cheese sandwiches and two delicious green pickles.
I do not easily type on this keyboard. At work I have an ergonomic keyboard, but at home it's just a regular one. And you know, I've never see an ergo keyboard at a garage sale. Never! They are expensive otherwise. I need a new computer. This one has seen better days but it saw me through some of the hardest academic days I've seen. So, thank you computer. :o)
This is a random post if I never saw one. Speaking of phrases that people get wrong, I hate the whole "I could care less" phenomena that is happening these days. Don't you realize that this means you do care somewhat? It's I couldn't or could not care less. This means you do not care at all and there is no possible way to care less. Get it right people. It's easy.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Today, I easily upset the lawn mower by mowing over a metal pole and getting green fluffy stuff stuck around the blade. I easily ate two grilled cheese sandwiches and two delicious green pickles.
I do not easily type on this keyboard. At work I have an ergonomic keyboard, but at home it's just a regular one. And you know, I've never see an ergo keyboard at a garage sale. Never! They are expensive otherwise. I need a new computer. This one has seen better days but it saw me through some of the hardest academic days I've seen. So, thank you computer. :o)
This is a random post if I never saw one. Speaking of phrases that people get wrong, I hate the whole "I could care less" phenomena that is happening these days. Don't you realize that this means you do care somewhat? It's I couldn't or could not care less. This means you do not care at all and there is no possible way to care less. Get it right people. It's easy.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
D is for Drill
Hello,
I nearly forgot about the alphabet project with all that has been going on. So, D is for Drill. Why Drill, you say? What kind of drill?
A power drill with its own carrying case, that is the kind of drill. And why? I received it as a Christmas present a number of years ago while I was in college. I wanted is so I could complete "home" improvement projects. This really consisted of putting up four shelves and I don't recall using it again. But it was the sense of empowerment the drill brought me. That if I needed to I could.
Another gift I received recently is not quite so useful and probably won't empower me. It's a violin and I really don't have much musical ability. So, we'll see how that goes. I attempted to play violin in the fourth grade, but could not find a way to tell my teacher that I couldn't read music. He kept telling me to look at the time signature, but what I didn't get was how I knew which line corresponded to which note.
So, this is where balance in life lies. Something to give you structure, power, the ability to destroy, and something to give you humility and the ability to create. So, I hope you all create something powerful and something dreamy. Isn't dreams that are often the most powerful?
I have a dream....
I nearly forgot about the alphabet project with all that has been going on. So, D is for Drill. Why Drill, you say? What kind of drill?
A power drill with its own carrying case, that is the kind of drill. And why? I received it as a Christmas present a number of years ago while I was in college. I wanted is so I could complete "home" improvement projects. This really consisted of putting up four shelves and I don't recall using it again. But it was the sense of empowerment the drill brought me. That if I needed to I could.
Another gift I received recently is not quite so useful and probably won't empower me. It's a violin and I really don't have much musical ability. So, we'll see how that goes. I attempted to play violin in the fourth grade, but could not find a way to tell my teacher that I couldn't read music. He kept telling me to look at the time signature, but what I didn't get was how I knew which line corresponded to which note.
So, this is where balance in life lies. Something to give you structure, power, the ability to destroy, and something to give you humility and the ability to create. So, I hope you all create something powerful and something dreamy. Isn't dreams that are often the most powerful?
I have a dream....
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
C-Struggle
I've been struggling with letter "C" for days now. I cannot think of anything for this curved letter.
I think of random words, such as cash, clothes, cleaning, coffee, calico, etc. But nothing really strikes me, nothing pops out.
So, I think for me and the letter "C" we will just list some words and some ideas that go with them.
Cash-I need more. But who doesn't? I would like to win some. If I won the lottery, I'd buy my parents a new house with main level laundry and an apartment above the garage for my brother.
Clothes-I like clothes-sometimes. Other times, I don't want to be judged by what is on the outside. So, I struggle with this understanding that humans are visual creatures and yet with the idea that I don't want people to pre-judge me.
Cleaning-I don't usually enjoy this activity. Our kitchen floor never looks clean no matter how many times I mop it. We do have new self-stick linoleum tiles in our China cabinet waiting to be stuck down but we have other work to do before that.
Coffee- Don't like it. But I swear everyone in books drinks it or offers it to guests. That, tea, or wine. It seems like everyone is always drinking those three drinks and never Dr. Pepper, or a Diet Mountain Dew. Seems strange to me.
Calico- I know this is a cat type and a fabric type. I want to use my sewing machine. So, I think I shall make that my goal in the next six months to learn how to not be afraid of it. :o)
There, that is "C."
I think of random words, such as cash, clothes, cleaning, coffee, calico, etc. But nothing really strikes me, nothing pops out.
So, I think for me and the letter "C" we will just list some words and some ideas that go with them.
Cash-I need more. But who doesn't? I would like to win some. If I won the lottery, I'd buy my parents a new house with main level laundry and an apartment above the garage for my brother.
Clothes-I like clothes-sometimes. Other times, I don't want to be judged by what is on the outside. So, I struggle with this understanding that humans are visual creatures and yet with the idea that I don't want people to pre-judge me.
Cleaning-I don't usually enjoy this activity. Our kitchen floor never looks clean no matter how many times I mop it. We do have new self-stick linoleum tiles in our China cabinet waiting to be stuck down but we have other work to do before that.
Coffee- Don't like it. But I swear everyone in books drinks it or offers it to guests. That, tea, or wine. It seems like everyone is always drinking those three drinks and never Dr. Pepper, or a Diet Mountain Dew. Seems strange to me.
Calico- I know this is a cat type and a fabric type. I want to use my sewing machine. So, I think I shall make that my goal in the next six months to learn how to not be afraid of it. :o)
There, that is "C."
Friday, July 30, 2010
B is for Body
I have a body. It is mine and I accept it. I am not being cruel when I say I am fat. I am being honest and truthful. It is like saying I am 29 years old, I am a girl, I have armpits. It’s nothing more than fact. When I say “I am fat” many people give me a pouty look and say “No, you’re not. Stop.” What? No, I’m not? Um, we can all see me. I’ve been fat since 6th grade and have only gotten fatter. It’s not like I’m a skinny girl bordering on anorexia saying I’m fat. I’m a hefty lady, closer to 300 pounds than 200.
So, I have a body. It betrays me often. I am clumsy. I do not often know why but some how I’m running into walls, edges of doorframes, knocking my head into my trunk while it’s up, etc. It does not produce enough insulin and the amount it does produce it is resistant to. I must inject myself with synthetic insulin and take pills for the myriad of symptoms that comes with diabetes. My body also does not allow me to be graceful.
I’ve been toying with exercise and completed an aerobic video yesterday. I must admit that it’s more like speed flailing. I do not move into each different step with fluidity. But while my body betrays me, is not graceful, and is fat, it’s mine.
So, my goal is to take more responsibility for it. This is a hard task. I recently read in a book that having diabetes and maintaining what is called “tight control” is like constantly having a colicky baby. At first you can handle it, but then give up. I read about people who gave up their medications for years, months, not just the days I’ve skipped. I read about a young lady who gets so frustrated that she three her external insulin pump across the room. I read about how this disease is rapidly increasing in younger and younger children, is all around sky-rocketing in Americans. Yet, it’s something many people know nothing about, it’s not something talked about as if we are guilty for our failing pancreases, and it’s not something people “do” in public. There we are-hiding in bathrooms, desk cubicles, at home, under desks, while testing blood sugars, while sticking needles in our skin, while being diabetic. We just want to be normal, appear normal. But we’re not. We have bodies that betray us- we have diabetes. But I accept it. It is mine.
So, I have a body. It betrays me often. I am clumsy. I do not often know why but some how I’m running into walls, edges of doorframes, knocking my head into my trunk while it’s up, etc. It does not produce enough insulin and the amount it does produce it is resistant to. I must inject myself with synthetic insulin and take pills for the myriad of symptoms that comes with diabetes. My body also does not allow me to be graceful.
I’ve been toying with exercise and completed an aerobic video yesterday. I must admit that it’s more like speed flailing. I do not move into each different step with fluidity. But while my body betrays me, is not graceful, and is fat, it’s mine.
So, my goal is to take more responsibility for it. This is a hard task. I recently read in a book that having diabetes and maintaining what is called “tight control” is like constantly having a colicky baby. At first you can handle it, but then give up. I read about people who gave up their medications for years, months, not just the days I’ve skipped. I read about a young lady who gets so frustrated that she three her external insulin pump across the room. I read about how this disease is rapidly increasing in younger and younger children, is all around sky-rocketing in Americans. Yet, it’s something many people know nothing about, it’s not something talked about as if we are guilty for our failing pancreases, and it’s not something people “do” in public. There we are-hiding in bathrooms, desk cubicles, at home, under desks, while testing blood sugars, while sticking needles in our skin, while being diabetic. We just want to be normal, appear normal. But we’re not. We have bodies that betray us- we have diabetes. But I accept it. It is mine.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
A is for ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
A real life friend and fellow-blogger, Artemis (she actually got me started blogging) has challenged herself to blog more often. To complete this challenger she has to write something for each letter of the alphabet. Because we had both nearly given up on blogging, Artemis challenged me with this adventure as well. I am taking her up on it since I know I need to blog. It’s good for the soul.
So, I am starting with A and A is for Artemis. I have known this lovely lady since we were both in first grade together. I don’t remember much of her from then, because I was too involved in having a crush on the boy sitting next to me (Oh Jeremy). Jeremy had poor spelling skills and a maroon coat. What more could a first grade girl want? I also watched Frank eat paste. I know Artemis (aka Cassie) remembers Frank. We all do.
Cassie and I continued to be nonchalant friends until around sixth grade. This is when our friendship blossomed and we became a trio with another blogger, Vicky. This trio continued on until high school when we wound up with a much larger group of friends. During this time, Cassie and I had our difference-big differences. For some reason, Cassie and I liked to argue about dumb things neither of us had control over, the weather, the thermostat at her parents’ house, etc.
However, many years have passed since we were those young, insecure, silly girls. Now we’re just a little bit older. I still feel insecure, silly, and sometimes young. But Cassie has grown into a wonderful woman. She is stronger than she knows. She is passionate about major aspects of her life, photography, children, her new nephew, her family. She has not let things stand in her way- for long. So, Cassie thanks for the challenge and thanks for being my friend. It has been a pleasure-most of the time. ;o)
So, I am starting with A and A is for Artemis. I have known this lovely lady since we were both in first grade together. I don’t remember much of her from then, because I was too involved in having a crush on the boy sitting next to me (Oh Jeremy). Jeremy had poor spelling skills and a maroon coat. What more could a first grade girl want? I also watched Frank eat paste. I know Artemis (aka Cassie) remembers Frank. We all do.
Cassie and I continued to be nonchalant friends until around sixth grade. This is when our friendship blossomed and we became a trio with another blogger, Vicky. This trio continued on until high school when we wound up with a much larger group of friends. During this time, Cassie and I had our difference-big differences. For some reason, Cassie and I liked to argue about dumb things neither of us had control over, the weather, the thermostat at her parents’ house, etc.
However, many years have passed since we were those young, insecure, silly girls. Now we’re just a little bit older. I still feel insecure, silly, and sometimes young. But Cassie has grown into a wonderful woman. She is stronger than she knows. She is passionate about major aspects of her life, photography, children, her new nephew, her family. She has not let things stand in her way- for long. So, Cassie thanks for the challenge and thanks for being my friend. It has been a pleasure-most of the time. ;o)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
For it has been a long while....
I am not sure why I don't blog. I always have things to say. Frequently at night, I'll write in my head. However, this does not equate to me writing anything in my blog. But here I am! I am sure that since no one reads this, no one is excited with me.
Oh well.
Here is my list of events.
1. While trying to return home from Fargo, Eric and I ended up in Ada, Minnesota. This was the result of flooding, trying to take back roads, and flooding.
2. Eric hit a deer with his truck last Sunday. He is okay. I am not sure on the status of the deer. Eric said it sat in the middle of the road for a while then ran away, but it's back leg looked weird.
3. My mom has been having these strange spells, where she feels pain shoot down the left side of her body. After this ends, she is nauseated. They checked her pacemaker and it appears to be working. She went to the ER on Friday. A CT scan showed her brain looks normal. She has an appointment with a neurologist on Thursday.
4. I started using the elliptical machine, but was side-lined by extreme nausea. I think it has something to do with acid reflux. So, we'll see what happens with that.
5. I think the muffler is going to fall off my car.
6. Norris and Oreo went for a walk outside last weekend. Norris loved it and thought it was the greatest thing. Oreo walked for a while and then thought, can we go home? They're pretty cute.
7. I don't think I'll ever get my house clean. I don't know how people do it.
8. I keep getting the urge to floss my teeth, but haven't done so yet.
9. I cannot believe I am 29 years old.
10. I cannot believe I still hate my hair.
11. I do not get why people say we are losing our freedom with the passage of the health care reform bill. That's one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.
12. Sometimes I think I am too liberal for this state.
13. Sometimes I think I am too conservative for other states.
14. There, a post. Finally.
I am not sure why I don't blog. I always have things to say. Frequently at night, I'll write in my head. However, this does not equate to me writing anything in my blog. But here I am! I am sure that since no one reads this, no one is excited with me.
Oh well.
Here is my list of events.
1. While trying to return home from Fargo, Eric and I ended up in Ada, Minnesota. This was the result of flooding, trying to take back roads, and flooding.
2. Eric hit a deer with his truck last Sunday. He is okay. I am not sure on the status of the deer. Eric said it sat in the middle of the road for a while then ran away, but it's back leg looked weird.
3. My mom has been having these strange spells, where she feels pain shoot down the left side of her body. After this ends, she is nauseated. They checked her pacemaker and it appears to be working. She went to the ER on Friday. A CT scan showed her brain looks normal. She has an appointment with a neurologist on Thursday.
4. I started using the elliptical machine, but was side-lined by extreme nausea. I think it has something to do with acid reflux. So, we'll see what happens with that.
5. I think the muffler is going to fall off my car.
6. Norris and Oreo went for a walk outside last weekend. Norris loved it and thought it was the greatest thing. Oreo walked for a while and then thought, can we go home? They're pretty cute.
7. I don't think I'll ever get my house clean. I don't know how people do it.
8. I keep getting the urge to floss my teeth, but haven't done so yet.
9. I cannot believe I am 29 years old.
10. I cannot believe I still hate my hair.
11. I do not get why people say we are losing our freedom with the passage of the health care reform bill. That's one of the dumbest things I've ever heard.
12. Sometimes I think I am too liberal for this state.
13. Sometimes I think I am too conservative for other states.
14. There, a post. Finally.
Monday, January 25, 2010
The weather outside is frightful
My work is closed for the day. There may be updates at noon, but I am not going in. The weather is quite ugly outside and last I looked, no travel is advised.
So, a snow day! What to do on a Snow Day? Well, I played on Facebook already. I don't go on there much and I'm not sure why. I enjoy being able to poke around in people's lives fairly anonymously.
I am going to eat some cereal in a little while. I used to eat cereal everyday, sometimes more than one a day. Then, I just quit cereal and went nearly three months without it. Now, I am back on it. I realized the error of my non-cereal eating ways. Cereal is delicious.
I spent Saturday cleaning mold. Eric and I discovered mold on our bedroom wall. This is not sometimes we wanted to see. But I found a website from the Washington state government that gave great instructions on how to clean mold. So, we moved some furniture, picked up some stuff, I donned some gloves, a mask, and a hat. I went to town on the mold. We have decided to keep our room fairly empty in hopes of creating better air circulation. The windows have always had mold, but from what I've been reading that can occur in even energy effficient homes. So, it wasn't a big deal. Nor was the mold on the bathroom ceiling. We discovered its cause and we think the solution is some insulation in the attic.
But mold on the wall was new. So, I hope our efforts worked. We kept Eric out of the room while I did the mold removal since his immune system is compromised. After I finished, I laundered my clothes and hat. Don't want to spread the evil mold. We have a dehumidifier going constantly in our bedroom along with two fans.
The joys of homeownership! We also have two trees that must come down this spring. Eric had the tree removal guy come and look at the trees. They are beyond saving and he doesn't cut down trees in the winter. The two trees in question are cracked up the trunks. Sadly, we will be taking down the two other trees in our front yard as well. One of them is already starting to have the trunk crack and it just seems like a good idea to do them all at once. They are green ash trees and with the fear of the Ash Boar in this area, I think it's a good idea to take them down and start over. We're thinking a weeping willow and something else. Research still needs to be done as to what kind of trees thrive up here, you know in almost Canada.
That's my story!
So, a snow day! What to do on a Snow Day? Well, I played on Facebook already. I don't go on there much and I'm not sure why. I enjoy being able to poke around in people's lives fairly anonymously.
I am going to eat some cereal in a little while. I used to eat cereal everyday, sometimes more than one a day. Then, I just quit cereal and went nearly three months without it. Now, I am back on it. I realized the error of my non-cereal eating ways. Cereal is delicious.
I spent Saturday cleaning mold. Eric and I discovered mold on our bedroom wall. This is not sometimes we wanted to see. But I found a website from the Washington state government that gave great instructions on how to clean mold. So, we moved some furniture, picked up some stuff, I donned some gloves, a mask, and a hat. I went to town on the mold. We have decided to keep our room fairly empty in hopes of creating better air circulation. The windows have always had mold, but from what I've been reading that can occur in even energy effficient homes. So, it wasn't a big deal. Nor was the mold on the bathroom ceiling. We discovered its cause and we think the solution is some insulation in the attic.
But mold on the wall was new. So, I hope our efforts worked. We kept Eric out of the room while I did the mold removal since his immune system is compromised. After I finished, I laundered my clothes and hat. Don't want to spread the evil mold. We have a dehumidifier going constantly in our bedroom along with two fans.
The joys of homeownership! We also have two trees that must come down this spring. Eric had the tree removal guy come and look at the trees. They are beyond saving and he doesn't cut down trees in the winter. The two trees in question are cracked up the trunks. Sadly, we will be taking down the two other trees in our front yard as well. One of them is already starting to have the trunk crack and it just seems like a good idea to do them all at once. They are green ash trees and with the fear of the Ash Boar in this area, I think it's a good idea to take them down and start over. We're thinking a weeping willow and something else. Research still needs to be done as to what kind of trees thrive up here, you know in almost Canada.
That's my story!
Monday, January 11, 2010
I own hiking boots. I do not hike. But I also do not like falling on the snow and ice.
I used to own 30 pairs of jeans. I am down to maybe ten. I can wear approximately three or four pairs to work. Even those are not fabulous looking.
I hate the book I am listening on CD, but I can't stop listening. It's enchanting in a horrible way.
I love Claussen pickles and only that brand of pickles. I think they go with everything. I just really like pickles.
I love soda. It's wonderful.
I am finally reading a book again. It's been a while. I just hadn't been in the mood to be in two fantastical places at one, book on CD and book on paper. But the with the hate for the CD book, I am okay with it now.
When you work at the Mayo clinic, you have all the power and make all the rules. This I have learned. You just go with it.
It's always weird to run into people who don't know Eric has leukemia. Makes for awkward conversations.
I love green and gray together.
Eric is on his oral chemo again. He has not been feeling well. That, plus the pain from his heel spur, makes for a crabby fiance.
I had a two week period where I couldn't eat chicken. Normally, we eat boneless, skinless chicken breasts, but this time we purchased some Banquet chicken in a box. It tastes good, but I could not get the image of little tiny sparrows flying in the air out of my head. It just grossed me out. It still does a little bit, but I don't each much protein otherwise.
The movie Julie and Julia was great. It make me want to learn to cook more than I do. Then I realized, I hate almost everything and food is expensive. I think I will stick to mac and cheese. Maybe I'll get crazy and put some broccoli in it.
I received from kitchenware from my grandmother's house. I think of her each time I see the cookware. It makes me happy. It also makes me want to say "shit" since that was her favorite word. Grandma was a good one.
I feel guilty that I am was not as sad when my Grandma Doris passed away. I didn't know her as well since she never really talked. However, I still feel guilty. I would have enjoyed knowing my grandmother more, but she was so closed off sometimes.
Currently, the local Kia dealer does not have any free cars for me. I tried though.
I had a pair of pants that were wearing holes at the corners of the back pockets. I sewed them up with some fabric scraps and bright yellow thread to make it look folksy. I was going to wear the pants again another day and noticed there was a huge rip in the ass of the pants. I am not sure how long I walked around with this rip, but I hope it wasn't too long. I have enough things about me that are embarrassing without showing off my undies and not knowing it.
This is my first post of 2010 and I vow to blog more often. For me. It helps. I know this, yet I slack off. It's like insulin. I know it helps, but sometimes I forget to shoot it up. Maybe some day I'll get it down.
I used to own 30 pairs of jeans. I am down to maybe ten. I can wear approximately three or four pairs to work. Even those are not fabulous looking.
I hate the book I am listening on CD, but I can't stop listening. It's enchanting in a horrible way.
I love Claussen pickles and only that brand of pickles. I think they go with everything. I just really like pickles.
I love soda. It's wonderful.
I am finally reading a book again. It's been a while. I just hadn't been in the mood to be in two fantastical places at one, book on CD and book on paper. But the with the hate for the CD book, I am okay with it now.
When you work at the Mayo clinic, you have all the power and make all the rules. This I have learned. You just go with it.
It's always weird to run into people who don't know Eric has leukemia. Makes for awkward conversations.
I love green and gray together.
Eric is on his oral chemo again. He has not been feeling well. That, plus the pain from his heel spur, makes for a crabby fiance.
I had a two week period where I couldn't eat chicken. Normally, we eat boneless, skinless chicken breasts, but this time we purchased some Banquet chicken in a box. It tastes good, but I could not get the image of little tiny sparrows flying in the air out of my head. It just grossed me out. It still does a little bit, but I don't each much protein otherwise.
The movie Julie and Julia was great. It make me want to learn to cook more than I do. Then I realized, I hate almost everything and food is expensive. I think I will stick to mac and cheese. Maybe I'll get crazy and put some broccoli in it.
I received from kitchenware from my grandmother's house. I think of her each time I see the cookware. It makes me happy. It also makes me want to say "shit" since that was her favorite word. Grandma was a good one.
I feel guilty that I am was not as sad when my Grandma Doris passed away. I didn't know her as well since she never really talked. However, I still feel guilty. I would have enjoyed knowing my grandmother more, but she was so closed off sometimes.
Currently, the local Kia dealer does not have any free cars for me. I tried though.
I had a pair of pants that were wearing holes at the corners of the back pockets. I sewed them up with some fabric scraps and bright yellow thread to make it look folksy. I was going to wear the pants again another day and noticed there was a huge rip in the ass of the pants. I am not sure how long I walked around with this rip, but I hope it wasn't too long. I have enough things about me that are embarrassing without showing off my undies and not knowing it.
This is my first post of 2010 and I vow to blog more often. For me. It helps. I know this, yet I slack off. It's like insulin. I know it helps, but sometimes I forget to shoot it up. Maybe some day I'll get it down.
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