My pants smell like coffee . . .

. . . and that’s why I’m in jeans at work today, hiding in the corner and hoping that nobody notices. Well . . . actually . . . noticing would be fine . . . because then I could explain how it happened.

Since I stay at Jugement House so late, I’ve been spending the night with my folks. That’s great, but I have to think and plan my wardrobe ahead a couple of days. I brought my jeans and one pair of pants with me, so when I got coffee spilled all down my pants last night at Judgement House and didn’t have time to do laundry when I got to my parents’ house, I just decided to wear jeans to work.

Judgement House has been great this year but very different from other years . . . . The whole thing feels different. I’m not sure how to explain it. And last night was odd. It just felt weird–slow or sluggish or just draggy . . . . I don’t think I have words for it. It was still awesome, but it was like trying to run in mud.

It was comforting to know, though, that everyone else felt the same way. I mean, I know what my issues are and what crap Satan is throwing at me to get me discouraged (it’s not working, by the way) but it was good to know that all the other tour guides felt it too.

Isn’t it amazing how well Satan knows us? How he knows exactly what it will take to hurt us and get us to stop focusing on what matters? He is such a student of our weaknesses . . . . which is nice, in a way, becuase the attacks are easy to recognize . . . . especially when they won’t stop coming. I just started laughing this morning when I woke up. My sciatic nerve hasn’t bothered me for two years and I woke up this morning and could barely walk . . . . and I didn’t do anything to even irritate it. Things like that make me laugh. What else can you do?

I’m excited about getting back to Judgement House tonight. I think it’ll be awesome!

Pumpkin Spice Lattes make the world go ’round

I love pumpkin.

I love pumpkin bread and pumpkin muffins and pumpkin coffee.

I think I have blogged about pumpkin spice lattes and pumpkin cream cheese muffins from Starbucks for my birthday for the last three years . . . but they’re such a treat, it’s the only time I get them. Of course, my blood sugar is doing funny things today as a result of it.

It has been so long since I posted anything. So much for trying to keep everybody updated.

Well, hope springs eternal. And I am going to try yet again to get a consistant line of thought going on here. At least once a week . . . because I know there are SO many people out there who really care about what’s going on in my life . . . . =)

But for now, as I celebrate my 28th year on Earth, I’m going to drink my pumpkin coffee and probably go have Indian food for lunch because I need something spicy to help with the congestion from the massive allergy attack I’m suffering at present.

Ah, fall! The season of change has returned to Kansas with a fury . . . . In all honesty, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this much change before . . . .

But that is for another post. Hopefully. Eventually. Possibly. =)