It's a Counting Day

One car! Two car! Three yellow car! Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah! Four car! Five yellow car!

The Count was in my head today.

+one mullet
+two times tripping (on nothing in particular)
+five yellow cars and truck
+one embarrassing moment*
+three jet streams
+two-and-a-half times through one CD
+three extra keyboards
+five minutes late this morning
+three days in a row
+one time thanking God for not letting me fall down the stairs
+countless other times thanking God that same thank!
+two times it smelled like Christmas
+one best friend
+two verses to make my day

Humour found in human: “I have to attend the opening of my garage door.” – Rod
Humour found on food: “Ingredients: Dried potatoes (May contain mono- …)”
Humour in action: I took apart a keyboard today because i wanted to see what was inside. I now have the interesting pieces stashed in my purse.
Amusement in stress: I love traffic jams. They give me time to reflect on humanity. (That is until I get honked, or yelled at.)

Today, I was in and out of a pathetic state… listening to lies, but not being able to identify the antidotal truth. Being in a bad mood but knowing I had no reason for it.

On the way to Wal-Mart (one of the most unpleasant places I can think of, particularly when I’m in a bad mood) I decided I was being lame and that I didn’t have to be under the influence of anything but God’s truth and power. So I decided to overcome.

And upon walking out of Wal-Mart, I realized that everything was suddenly making me laugh… the funk had left, and at my fingertips was faith, love and peace.


Sometimes, you just want to feel pretty, no?


*Rod (the antagonist) and I (the prey) were unpacking our shiney new laminator machine. Naturally there was a long, plastic bag (the inspiration), whose circumfrence is strangely simlar to my head's. Naturally, The Antagonist seizes his opportunity and coerces The Prey to stick the bag on her head. The bag is just starting to feel somewhat snug and comfortable, and I start to venture out into anther room. As I step out of the door frame, my eye catches a tall navy blue figure with a white. purple and orange package. I swiftly, gracefully swing around back from whence I came and slip the bag off my culprited head. But alas, 'twas too late for mercy! FedEx had seen. "Party time in here, is it?" inquiring minds wanted to know. I was red. Not that I was really that embarrassed to have the bag on my head, but because I tried to hide it and got caught. Ach.

GOOD NIGHT!
*to be said in an exasperated tone*