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.