Day 24: Bathroom Cabinet

I really don't keep a lot in there.  All the drugs live downstairs in the kitchen, and a really lot of stuff lives on my dresser.  This is what's left.  (That's Latte's tail in case you were curious.)

Day 23: Shoes

So, I have huge feet.  I mean, ginormous.  They're wide, they're long.  When I try to shop for cute girl shoes online in my size, I somehow end up in stores obviously meant for transvestites.  (Oh, I hope no one gets to my blog by googling "transvestite shoes." Or maybe I hope they do.  Hello, Trannies!)  Anyhoo...my large feet are genetic.  My sister, my mom, my grandma, my aunt...all big footed.  Mine are actually smaller than my mom's and sister's (take that!), but still big by anyone's standards. 

That said, I don't really have a lot of shoes.  I could very easily see myself having a shoe fetish if I had normal sized feet, so it's probably good that I don't.  Instead, I have a purse fetish.  Just ask Nick. 

I mean, I have a million flip flops.  My back entryway area in the summer looks like an Old Navy ad (if Old Navy sold only huge flip flops with cat bite marks on them.).  I have a couple of pairs of Payless flats that I wear on dates or to church.  I have a few pairs of high heels that I never wear because they make me too tall (I'm 5'10" ish) and I walk like Frankenstein in them.  I have one pair of super cute tall boots that I've worn a few times, but I can't seem to master the "tuck your pants into your boots" thing, so they don't get worn a whole lot. 

Mostly, I wear these:

Old New Balance tennis shoes.

Crocs at work covered with shoe covers. 
Don't be jealous.

Day 22: Where I Work

OSF St. Mary Medical Center
(Awesome 70's architecture, no?)

Day 21: A Favorite Photo of Me

I don't really like pictures of myself as a rule, but this one is awesome!

This one is labeled "June 1987" on the back.

Day 20: Handwriting

Day 19: Something I Hate to Do

We'll just go with things I've run into today.  You probably don't want to see a pictorial list of my pet peeves.

I hate going to this place to walk 3 laps (1.8 miles) when I've just worked
7pm-7am.

I hate falling in love with an awesome show and subsequently watching all the seasons
in rapid succession thereby catching up with current time and having to wait
a week between episodes.

I hate walking by this sign on every one of the aforementioned laps around the mall.
Those quotation marks are completely unnecessary.
Don't even get me started on your/you're and their/there/they're.
Ugh. 

I hate realizing I didn't bring any water to drink after my walk.

Day 18: Drink

A photographic journey of my drinks of the day.  Sorry I'm not more exciting.

My bedside water bottle.  I won't apologize for being a Twilight fan.

Deliciousness

Pomegranate Lemonade

My Lamber's Cafe mug that I drink out of at work. 
I spilled an entire mugfull on the floor while leaving the kitchen area at work tonight.
True story.

I don't normally label my coffee cup, but I thought it would look better for the picture.
It was yummy.