I'm baaack.

That may or may not be a good thing. I'll let you decide.

I am feeling much better these days. Thanks for asking. I went to my gynecologist a couple weeks ago and complained that I thought the new birth control pills she has me on were keeping me awake at night. Of course, like all doctors do when I come in with my own diagnoses, she poo-pooed me, but not before suggesting that I start taking the pills in the morning instead of at night. I don't know if it's because I switched my pill-taking time or if it's because I started working out or both, but I have been sleeping better as of late. Let's hope it continues.

I haven't been blogging much because I've been struggling to find balance in my life. Since multiple jobs take up the majority of my time, I often ignore certain areas of my life, like cooking healthy meals, working out, doing laundry and other household chores. I have been trying to find ways to fit all those things into my daily routine, but it hasn't been easy. And I'm afraid blogging has become an unexpected victim of sorts. I plan to go back to the drawing board and try to come up with a schedule that includes blogging and other writing activities. Of course, that means something else will take a hit, but it's all about balance, right?

Yesterday, I was trying to exercise my new-found balance by cooking myself a healthy meal of baked chicken breast, potatoes, and broccoli. I wanted to make sure that I didn't dry out the chicken breast in the oven so I pulled out my handy-dandy probe thermometer that let's me know when meat has reached a certain temperature. I inserted the probe into the chicken breast, connected the probe to the display and tried to set the temperature at which the device would alarm. Regardless of how many times I pressed the button, the display remained blank. I assumed the battery was dead and went searching frantically to find some other device from which to steal triple-A batteries. Remotes, cameras, alarm clocks. I have a gazillion electronic devices in my house and ALL of them take AA batteries. I was beginning to think I was shit out of luck until I eyed my vibrator laying on the floor. I picked up my little pleasure machine, twisted off the top and prayed (although I don't know what god would have honored such a request) that it used triple-A batteries. I pumped my fists with glee when I discovered two AAA batteries lodged in the shaft. I took one out, ran to the kitchen, and placed it in my thermometer. When I reinserted the probe into the display device, it lit up like a Christmas tree. I breathed a sigh of relief. Dinner was saved.

Don't laugh! Desperate times call for desperate measures. But I must remember though, the next time I run errands, to stock up on AAA batteries. For multiple reasons.