Saturday, April 11, 2009

Gasp! It's a Sign...But You Don't Believe in Signs

Name that movie.

I tend to think everything means something in the grand scheme of things. Everything happens for a reason. It is this philosophy that helps me through the more difficult situations in life. I always think What can I learn from this? God has me going through this for a reason and I'd like to get it the first time so I don't have to go through it again. And God does have a reason. Every time.

But then sometimes, this philosophy leaks into other areas of my life that just don't need it. When I start to question the eternal significance of why I chose to update my iTunes last night as opposed to this morning, I have clearly gone too far. And then I shut down my mind and don't think about anything for the rest of the day. Because not everything is a sign, and I am frankly just tired of over-analyzing. If I brought this up to my doctor, I could probably get some meds for it, but the overly-medicated state of the U.S. is really just a whole other ludicrous issue for another time.

But if anyone is looking to score some Xanax or Prozac, I'm your girl.

JUST KIDDING. Do NOT contact me looking for some prescription medication.

And moving on to a topic of far greater importance—food.

By a show of hands, how many of y'all like Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Also by a show of hands, how many of y'all like Honey Bunches of Oats?

I appreciate everyone who actually raised their hands.

I like both, but I always buy Special K because I like how it says "Drop up to 6 lbs. in 2 weeks!" on the box. Now, Special K has new cereal. I had it for breakfast. It's called Special K Cinnamon Pecan. And it tastes just like Cinnamon Honey Toast Bunches of Crunch.

And that was just the cherry on top of the sundae that was my morning.

I got up, ran to the park, ran around the park, ran in the park, and then ran down Jones Street. Forsyth and Jones are GORGEOUS on spring mornings. It was sunny and warm and breezy. I believe I have previously mentioned that Savannah is perfect in the spring. I would like to reiterate that now.

Ahem, new song of the week, people. Perfect for tomorrow.

Have a lovely day and Happy Easter,

Arielle

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