Sunday, November 22, 2009

Everything Happens for a Reason

I love music. LOVE IT! I listen to music in the shower, in my bed, on my way to class, while I do homework, while I get ready in the morning, while I drive, all the time. My favorite is in the morning while I get ready, it kinda sets the mood for the day. And yes, I sing into my hair brush, or straightener, or hair dryer, whatever I'm holding. And yes, I dance around.

Well, today I woke up in a fowl mood. I did NOT want to get out of bed...I was seriously debating even going to churhc. It was just one of those days where I wanted to lay in bed all day and avoid all contact with other people...but then I told myself that when I am in this kind of a mood is when I probably need church the most...so I forced myself outta bed and decided that listening to Christmas music while I got ready for church would be the perfect pick-me-up and perfect mood setter for the day. So while I got ready  I had my Christmas music blaring, and I was singing and dancing along to it.

By the time I finished getting ready, I had twenty minutes before I had to leave for church. So I decided to make myself some easy mac to make getting through three hours of church easier on the stomach. :) While the mac was in the microwave, I decided to pour myself some delicious V8 Pomegranate Blueberry juice. Mmmmm. Well, the bottle I had was almost nearly full, and I took it out of the fridge and started shaking it up...in rhythm to the music of course. I took the cap off, ready to pour, when the song reached a climactic point, a point perfect for a spin move. So what do I do? I spin! Quite energetically, of course! Arms outstretched fully...arms still holding my open, and quite full, bottle of V8 juice. Yup. Juice went flying EVERYWHERE!! It went all over my laptop, my mirror, my carpet, eveywhere!!! I just about died laughing!! It definitely put me in a better mood and I ended up going to church quite cheerful!! Proof that literally everything happens for a reason. :)

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