Shopping is like a sugar high.

Sugar high = You indulge yourself in something so sweet it has enough sugar/carbs in it to equal your total daily allowance, except it's enough for TWO people. You feel bubbly and full of glee. Then you realize the amount calories you just consumed when reading the nutritional information on the empty wrapper, the sugar high wears off, and you slump down in your chair and do nothing, which leads to a guilty depression because you realize you just ate something that's going to add more fat cells to your thighs, hips, belly, butt, insert body part here.

Shopping = You spend a nice sum of money on stuff you want. (Clothes and shoes are only a necessity if you actually don't have a closet full of them, but we won't tell anyone.) You feel bubbly and full of glee. Then you get home, look over all your wonderful new stuff, put it away, and then find yourself in a slump of guilty depression because you realize you just spent money that surely could have been put towards something more useful.

Why does everything that's so good have to be so bad?

I seriously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. First of all, I got woke up at 6:45 and I had to beg Travis to go back to sleep because it was too early to get up. But then I had to get up and go to the bathroom reallllly bad, so of course Travis got up too. Then I had to do the usual routine for him...turn on Sesame Street, take him potty, give him a Poptart and something to drink, THEN go back to bed. (I was really disoriented from the dream I had just woke up from. , but I'll get back to the dream in a minute.) I would doze back off and kept having strange dreams, none of which I can really remember. Finally Michael got up, cut off the clock and got in the shower, but I stayed in the bed. When I finally did get up, I had a headache (what's new?) and felt really hungry. (I'm not normally much of a breakfast person.) So I went ahead and took a shower before I came in here to make my coffee, and I was making mental notes to remember to do this and that. So I walked into the kitchen after the shower to put the coffee on, and I walked over to the garbage can to dump out the coffee grounds from yesterday, only to find that the garbage that was supposed to have been taken out ::cough cough:: last night or this morning was still piled high, including 2 empty pizza boxes. And...AND...the cat had peed on the floor by the back door, which has become his usual "spot". By this point, I was shaking from low blood sugar, so I just got out another garbage sack to dump the old coffee grounds into and I went ahead and finished making the coffee and decided after I had my coffee, I'd feel better. Coffee has healing powers, I swear! I'm feeling much better now, thank you.

Now onto this dream that I had last night. I really do think I could make a movie based off of some of the dreams that I have. The dream I had last night was about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, except it took place in modern times. In the dream, I was working downtown in the same building and same job I used to have. I was at the receptionist desk, and it was nearing 5 o'clock, but things got really busy all of the sudden and none of us were sure if we'd get to leave on time. Then someone, like a courier or something, came in to deliver something and told us getting out of downtown was going to be really hard that afternoon, something about a doctor's massive funeral procession. (Get it? Doctor? Great Physician?) So we were all like "Just great..." We finally were able to leave work, and for whatever reason, we didn't get in our cars to drive home. I'm assuming because traffic would have been total gridlock trying to get out of downtown, so we just started walking, to observe the "procession." Afterall, there was nothing better to do while waiting out the traffic jam. We were standing along the curb, and there were cop cars with their sirens on heading up the procession. Our surroundings were becoming very loud and chaotic. Down the street just a little ways, people were shouting and throwing objects at....Jesus Christ. He was carrying his cross right through the middle of downtown Memphis. While some were cursing him, there were others that knelt right there along the curb, praying, and some chanting over and over that they believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and that his blood covers their sins, past, present and future. I had almost an "out of body" experience in the dream, because I saw myself kneeling along the curb, doing the same thing. Then I woke up. It was the most real and awe-stricken dream I've ever had. Just amazing. Which makes me wonder how people would react in this day and time if that took place during our lifetime?

It's raining. Still. It's been relaxing though. The slow drizzle is enough to make me want to sleep. Oddly enough though, I've been doing nothing but cleaning. Now, if only I was actually having company over. I TRY to clean because it needs it, not JUST because someone's coming over, but ya know, sometimes I just don't see the point.

In other news, the garbage disposal got fixed today, FINALLY. We've been scraping dishes into the trash can now for weeks...gross...and finally it's back to feeding that hole in the sink. Super yay. Apparently it got jammed by something, but that "something" wasn't really there anymore. It just caused it to jam and not want to un-jam itself. But either way, it works now.

Thanksgiving is a week from today. Not EVEN possible! And it just dawned on me and my sister that neither one of us have heard anything from our Mom as to what her Thanksgiving plans are, or if there are any. So I called her this afternoon, and she said "Well I hadn't heard from you and didn't know if you wanted to come over." Like HELLO?? What is Thanksgiving without my Mother's cooking?? I HAVE to have a pumpkin pie!! And since when am I supposed to call my Mother and ASK her to cook for Thanksgiving? So because I called her and asked, Thanksgiving is now on. Praise the Lord!

The first REAL Tiger basketball game that counts that is coming on TV is on TONIGHT at 6 p.m. The first two "real" games weren't televised because it was part of the Coaches v. Cancer Classic...a tournament ESPN owns the rights to, and they didn't think the games in the first several rounds of the tournament were good enough to televise. But they ARE televising the games taking place at Madison Square Gardens...so...TONIGHT in about 20 minutes, it's ON! Heh...that's my new favorite saying...

...IT'S ON!!!

Renay decided to start a Live Journal, and you can click the link to the right, along with all the others, to read her re-entry to the world of blogging/journaling. It must be something about the time of year, because everyone's starting or re-starting blogs!

If THIS won't get the comments going, nothing will....I got this idea from Brad's Live Journal.

In my comment thing, ask me something you want to know about me that you don't already know, and I'll answer it there. If you have your own blog, do the same thing in your own blog! This is a really cool idea, I thought. Thanks, Brad!

I'd like to take this time to welcome back two folks to my blogging family, which you will see listed to the right over there. Both my hubby and my good friend Bethany have decided to venture out into bloggerspace once again! Keep it up, y'all! If you have no other readers, you'll at least have this one. :-)

Last night was fun. I bought two Christmas presents...one for my Mom and one for my Mother-in-law, and also some scented candles for me. And I'm having a Home Interiors party of my own on December 10, hopefully to earn some stuff I saw in the book that I really want. SO if you are here local, please mark Friday, December 10, 7 p.m. on your calendars to be here at my house!

Now onto something else...

I don't know why I do this...maybe it's human nature...but no matter how hard I try, sometimes I catch myself wishing I had things other people have, and in turn, I'm blinded to the wonderful things that I have in my life and can only see the negative things, which drags me through a state of depression. It's horrible, I know. I've been blessed with so many things: a husband that loves me and has a good job and is at home with me every night, two beautiful healthy baby boys, a nice home (although not the biggest or the cleanest) to come to, plenty of food to eat (although not always exactly what I want to eat at that moment), a great church to go to, some really wonderful close friends I can talk to about anything, and the list goes on and on...too many things to list in a lifetime. But instead, I drag myself into some sort of pit, and really make myself believe my life is terrible and that maybe I could have done better if I only I'd done this or that different. But once I slap myself in the face and come to my senses, and stop listening to everybody else, I realize how foolish I was to wish I could have someone else's life. Chances are, the part of one's life you see that you think you want, is only a cover-up of what they are really going through. Most people, if you aren't that close to them, you don't know their inner turmoils, their failures, what kinds of family problems they have, money problems, etc. Everyone is capable of faking a smile and a happy home life in front of others, and as soon as company walks out the door, it can be hell on earth again. Or you see people at church and they appear to be the most holy of holies and are as sinless as Jesus himself, but as soon as the last "amen" is said, they are out the door, living like hell again. Or you can ask someone "How're you doing?" and they say "Fine" or maybe even "Great", but in reality, they are dealing with more burdens than one person should ever have to handle in a lifetime. Generally speaking, whether anyone wants to admit it or not, we are ALL guilty of being "fake" at one point or another. Be careful what you wish for, and be ever so thankful of all the things you have been blessed with.

Okay, there's my deep thoughts for the day. Onto cleaning the house, bleh!

I'm on my way out the door, so I only have like a half second to post something. Sorry I haven't had any indepth life stories lately, or maybe my readers are doing cartwheels because of it. Anyway, one of my close friends, Angie, is about to be here to pick me up and we're going to some Home Interiors party together. Maybe I'll find something for my mom or mom-in-law for Christmas. I'm not so much happy about going to a party, as I am just with the fact that I'm getting out of the house without kids and without husbands. Gotta go! More later!