Balance, baby!

I need some really tiny tweezers cause I got something stuck in my iPod port. This does happen from time to time.. last time I took it to the Apple store and they found a crumb of muffin in there.

How they knew it was a muffin, I'm not certain. I'm sure they were right though.

Sometimes when I open the cupboard to get a bowl I am pretty sure there is a spider in the bowl waiting to run down my arm. But there never is, and this makes me happy.

What I think I'm gonna see:



What I actually see:




And all is well.

Update: I got tiny tweezers and fixed the iPod. Pwnd.

Anyway. So, I felt like I was turning into a monster last night and couldn't figure out why Beotchy McBeotch was taking up residence in my mind and using my mouth to do her nefarious bidding. So after a little introspection and a slap or two to the face, I found the answer. I've been wrapped up in work and letting everything else slide, including my attitude, my eating and sleeping habits, and my general mental health. I'm all out of balance and it's starting to show.

To sum up, I forgot the there is life outside of work and put 109.5 percent of my energy into my job, leaving approximately .5 percent for me. Yes, math geeks, I live at 110 percent all the time. Balla!

So I took the day to recover, did all the laundry, Feng Shui'd the heck out of the place, and even got some errands done. I refrained from shoe shopping or making an impromptu drive to Nordstrom (60 miles away), earning myself 2 gold stars as well as macaroni and cheese for lunch.

I know this is not a cure, though. I've got to start taking steps to keep my life from going crazy just cause I have to work a few extra hours a week.

Step 1: Bake these and give them to friends.



Making food for other people automatically makes you feel like a rock star. Don't forget to save yourself a bite of batter. Rock stars need carbs to survive.

Step 2: Put good stuff in my mind. Good stuff in, good stuff out.



Maybe the Next-To-Scariest-Movie-Ever would be ok though.


Step 3: Eat good things that give me energy, not make my body want to run a marathon one minute and die gasping on the floor the next. Bakery floors are gross.

Step 4: Talk it out, baby. Don't hold stuff in for too long. That never ends up well.

Just ask Mel Gibson.

Well, enough of this for now. And remember, too much of a good thing is still just too much.

Pretty!



Not pretty :(