Balancing Act

I have got an absolute fuck-load of stuff going on in my life right now, and unfortunately it’s been getting in the way of my beloved blogging time. I only managed to write one post during February. One paltry post! That is unacceptable. If it weren’t for a couple of timely re-blogs, my blog might have slipped into a coma altogether and I’d be having a very difficult discussion with its doctor on the pros/cons of pulling the plug. But I’m still here, and I’m still trying to have it all.

It’s hard though, you know? I’m consumed by work, clocking around 50 hours on a good week, that is, when my workload isn’t paralyzing. I’m trying to plan my dream wedding, but keep getting thwarted by craziness and heartbreak. I just got some devastating news yesterday that derailed my whole weekend, and I spent all of Saturday night sobbing instead of relaxing, which I clearly need more of. I’m trying to maintain a semblance of a social life. I just renewed my dusty old gym membership so I can get all svelte and stunning in the hope that I don’t look like a sack of oranges for sale on the side of the freeway while wearing my wedding dress. And I’m trying to save some of my time for D, too. So he doesn’t feel like he’s getting hitched to the invisible woman. I gotta save some of my time for blogging, but at this point it’s cutting into the few hours I have left, hours that should be saved for sleep. But that doesn’t seem to matter anyways, because I just wind up spending a third of the allotted sleeping hours laying awake and thinking about all of this shit.

Deep breaths, girl. You’re starting to get carried away. That’s better.

To be fair though, I did waste an exorbitant amount of free time watching all of Parks and Recreation on Netflix because another part of the problem is that work is so draining right now that it’s difficult for me to do more than stare at the TV and drool when I get home. My brain is so overloaded, it might implode.

Even though I wasn’t able to post much last month, there were some bright spots to be had. I may seem a tad ranty and distraught now, but I did manage to find some fun and count a few blessings.

I got to catch up with my homies for a good, old-fashioned bust up at the local bar. We tried to go to two other bars first though, before we were finally let into The Rose and Crown. The first place we tried to go, we were rejected by the bouncer because “there’s too many jeans”. That is exactly how he put it.  Apparently, we’re all out of the sartorial loop. Screw that guy though, you’re supposed to wear jeans to the bar. He’s clearly an idiot on a power trip.

My drinking buddies

My drinking buddies

That’s not a very good picture of us, but this one of my buddy Clark bumping into the disco ball because he is ridiculously tall is pretty great.

disco ball

Disco Party Clark

I slipped and fell drunkenly in the street on the walk home, though. I ripped my new dress and messed up my foot something awful. Pulled some bullshit little ligament that I didn’t even know existed. But sometimes, you’ve just gotta get drunk and fall down. As long as you don’t go to sleep in the street, it’s all good.

Valentine’s Day was pretty great, too. I usually don’t care for it, but I think D recognized an opportunity for us to just forget everything for a couple of hours and spend some time together. He surprised me with roses when I got home from work, which never fails to impress me. Harvey was also impressed.

My other Valentine

My other Valentine

We had an incredible dinner at this Thai place in our neighbourhood. I felt special and loved. D is a marvel and I’m a lucky girl. Even though he just came in and interrupted my writing to tell me that we only have two packets of instant gravy and they are both mis-matched, one brown and one chicken, which for some reason sparked a bout of snippy bickering. But I digress.

I also ate the gooiest, most outrageously cheesy sandwich of all time. Another resounding pizza grilled-cheese success!

Another one for the history books.

Another one for the history books.

We’ve switched breads in our household. We’re now eating a kind called “Ancient Grains” instead of that bleached atrocity that I used to love, white as the driven snow Wonderbread. It wasn’t as cataclysmic a change as I had anticipated. The ancient grains bread is actually quite delicious.

My friend The Magpie had a baby. She’s away from work on her maternity leave, which sucks. But she’s living her dreams, so that totally outweighs any of the sucking. I can’t wait to meet her new little friend, although in a weird way, I feel like I already know her. I spent the bulk of The Magpie’s pregnancy calling her bump Scooter and encouraging her to stay in there a while longer.

So even though I haven’t had much time for blogging, I’m still out there trying to wedge awesome things into my hectic life wherever they will fit. No matter how insane it all feels at times, I haven’t been completely stripped of my positivity.

Everything does feel like such a disaster right now, yes. But these are all things that I wanted, I asked for this. Well, with the exception of the unstoppable flood of sobs that started yesterday and seem to have no end, obviously. But anyways… I guess I’m just going to have to find some balance. Is that why people do yoga? Seems like a lot of useless rolling around on the floor in spandex to me, but maybe I’m not looking at from the right angle.

All I know is that right now I have a whole bunch of feelings that I need to go and eat. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter, I’ll eat them. All feelings are ripe for the gobbling right now. So it’s a good thing I was able to spare 15 minutes of my time today for my good friend, Pillsbury.

Red velvet white chocolate chip cookies, I need you now more than ever.

Red velvet white chocolate chip cookies, I need you now more than ever.

21 thoughts on “Balancing Act

  1. SMASH!!!! I understand your busyness – let me know if you ever need anything!! Also – let me know if you need me to send you some gravy. There’s no need to bicker over that bullshit.

    Great hearing from you here!! I hope you have a reasonable week! I know you call this skirt weather there but it’s been dumping ice and sleet on us all day. Oh, and it’s been under 0 degrees. What a bunch of bullshit.

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    • Thank you, you’re such a lovely friend. And don’t worry, we made the gravy situation work in the end, lol.

      I was out rocking a couple of skirts last week, and I hope to keep it up this week too. I don’t mind the cold as much, but you’re right… as soon as it becomes a bunch of ice and sleet, it is bullshit. Hopefully it warms up soon!

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  2. There’s plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead. Keep on truckin’ man–yoga, coffee, the sweet leaf, whatever works dude. HAHAHAH I just said sweet leaf. Glad you finally posted. I was starting to get worried. And I’ve had nothing to read while spending the last 8 days on the couch topless. (and yes, I am going a little crazy, I’ve only left the house 3 times in the last week for a total of maybe 3 hours combined, and I haven’t spoken to other humans except for Martin, Marigold and Alice)

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    • lol, the good old sweet leaf!
      I know dude, I think I was starting to get a little bit squirrelly because I hadn’t posted in so long. I can’t wait until spring is finally sprung and you’ve got enough energy to crawl out of maternity hibernation for a catch up. We can sip sodas on a patio in Kensington and have a grand chuckle at how silly our worries of yesterday were. And so I can meet Alice, too.

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  3. Well you have to have the same packets. That’s just ridiculous. How did you not know about the packets the last time you made gravy? How hard would it have been for you to write yourself a note that you needed more gravy packets? Now what are you supposed to do? The rest of the dinner is already going, there’s no time to go out and get more gravy packets. Seriously?? THINK next time.

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    • lol, yeah it was a boneheaded move on my part. I need to revamp my whole inventory system if I want to avoid another catastrophe like this one. But seriously, when D said he would just combine the two mis-matched packets… that’s when all hell broke loose. Because clearly you can’t make a big pot of chicken/beef gravey. That would just be obscene.

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  4. Hang in there dude!
    Soon I’ll be home to cut into your much needed spare time ;)
    Don’t worry, I’ll only cut in during zoned out drool tv time (to join in) and maybe a little weekend drankin time. But we can make a habit of wedding planning when drunk. Get two birds stoned at once, right?

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    • lol, yayy! Drooling in front of the TV is always better when you’re doing it with friends. D and I are definitely planning on hosting a few drunken jays game viewings at our place too, so we can wedding plan and cheer for the jays at the same time.

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  5. Clearly you have a lot on your plate at the moment (and not just the cookies!), so I know I shouldn’t add any extra guilt/pressure… but WordPress would be a poorer place without your posts, my friend. :D

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  6. Yoga cured my depression, seriously. I became so, so much calmer and happier and better at managing stuff. If you have something called Bodybalance at your area, I really recommend that you try it. ;) But all in all, best of luck in managing and I’ll be looking forward to your posts, even if they’re few. :)

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    • Thanks Elina, that’s so sweet of you to say. Maybe I should give this yoga thing a fair shake.

      I’m going to try and write when I can, and it’s good to know that I have wonderful readers like you who are patient with my reduced output. Have a wonderful weekend! :)

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