I can't help it. Every time I talk, think, or type about truth I instantly hear Jack Nicholson in my head angrily screaming, "Truth? You want the TRUTH? You can't HANDLE the truth!"
And then I see Tom Cruise doing his fake emotional thing (he really only has two acting ranges, angry with the hands (like angry Jazz Hands) and fake crying with bottled tears threatening to slip from his lids) and Demi Moore back when she looked like herself.
But back to me.
I have not done a planned grocery shopping trip in, oh, maybe two weeks.
That is not to say I haven't popped in to buy essentials like Double Stuf (what's with the cutesy--but wrong--spelling of double stuffed?) Oreos (golden--they are like slices of heaven and regular) and odds and ends like bread, eggs, sandwich meat, milk, and maybe a fruit or vegetable here or there.
Therefore, I haven't cooked a real meal, in, oh, what might be just this side of forever.
We have been existing on cereal, sandwiches, take-out or eating out.
I'm somehow scraping together lunches for Annelise.
I have not done any form of exercise in over a week.
I am in the midst of some sort of downward spiral of binging on sweets (see above Double Stuf Oreo confession and emergency candy purchased at CVS) .
It's making me lethargic and cranky, yet I can't seem to stop. Oh, and puffy, let's not forget puffy.
I've done my bible study lesson each morning this week, yet I feel like it's just something I'm crossing off my list. Maybe that's better than not doing anything at all, but I wish I felt it more.
Yeah, it's a state of my heart.
I feel like I'm failing my family. And my friends.
I know I'm not trying very hard.
I haven't taken very many pictures lately, not even documenting the random daily stuff. That makes me sad.
I woke up this morning and stepped in cat poo (at least on my flip-flop).
Before I cleaned it up (in my defense, I covered it with a paper towel and was going to pick it up right after I made Annelise's breakfast and lunch. I know, either way, ewww.) Sadie, our dog, ate it.
Animals are gross.
Annelise is scared to play outside lately after two sightings of this certain poisonous breed of caterpillar.
Scott planted tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cucumbers and sunflowers in our little garden last weekend while I was at the Ladies' Retreat.
I obsess about apostrophe usage. It bothers me when people misuse or totally abandon its usage in contractions or to show possession. Shouldn't it be Ladies' Retreat since it's the retreat for the ladies?
I'm finally on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (#5).
Have you heard of Vampire Weekend? (It's a band and I'm currently infatuated with them.)
I think I'm going to have to break up with glee. I know. Believe me, I don't want to, but I think they are really pushing the acceptable envelope of hanky-panky and suggestive behavior (both teenage and adult) and it's really bothering me.
But then that would mean I'd probably have to break up with Friday Night Lights, Mad Men, and a few others too.
Not that I'm in any way perfect (hello, have you met me?), but sometimes it hits me over the head that some of the things I watch on TV and listen to on my iPod are really not appropriate. Yet, of course, I enjoy them, and therefore don't want to give them up.
Human behavior stinks sometimes.
And that's the truth.