How To Make Mistakes

        I found myself thinking about mistakes today. Not really specific mistakes I've made but more like what causes the daily screw ups and re-does I seem to tumble head first into constantly. By no means have I been formally educated on mistakes or mistake prevention unless you count being raised in and around the southern baptist religion in which case I am extremely well versed on how to feel guilty about mistakes. Today I could only think of three major ways I make mistakes.

                 1.  A Complete Lack Of Planning- I get an idea, get super excited, and jump right into something like Evel Knievel into the Snake River sans the training. The Results are similar.  

                 2. Incorrect Calculations- If numbers are involved I will mix them up. I have 89% greater chance of untying the knot in the 500 count strand of Christmas lights that have graced grandmas attic since before electricity was regulated by the government than to make it to the end of a mathematical equation boasting the correct answer. Not to mention a sure shot at electrocution. (p.s. don't trust that percentage)

                 3. Over Eagerness- Many people may confuse Over Eagerness with a Lack Of Patience. Although they are similar their differences lie in the consequences that follow. People without patience take their pizza out of the oven to realize that it is still cold in the middle. Over Eager people take out their pizza to realize it still has the plastic wrapper on it.

         These errors are combined in innumerable ways like alchemy to create slap-stick humor out of my most serious of efforts. Knowing this about myself helps when I'm rifling through reasons how I can mismanage even the cracking of an egg. Eventually I will just laugh off my mathematical miscalculations  and failed attempts at frozen pizza to realize mistakes are the fun part of life.

            "I didn't think I even had a 50-50 chance to make it."- Evel Knievel

A Balanced Diet

        I should begin by saying that cake will not always be the topic of this blog. It just happens to be the blog title and the topic of the first entry....also, I had cake today. It was Good. Yes, capital G good. Now.

      For weeks I have been counting calories. It Sucks. Yes, capital S sucks. The good part is that I am losing weight. The Bad part is that I am Grumpy. Super Grumps. Tired. Lazy. Well, lazy is not due to calorie counting but it takes some of the pressure off me to say so. Anyway, all around I have been feeling worse than when I felt fat. Here's the turn. Four days ago I started eating cake after a healthy meal. For instance today I had a salad with a small amount of cheese. It was boring and I hated it worse than doing laundry. In fact, I did some laundry to help choke it down. I just lied to you. I did no laundry. I Hate it. I did, however, know that a Big ol' piece of chocolate cake was waiting on deck. So I swallowed some lettuce and cheese and cucumbers and other green stuff and then.....whammo...Chocolate Cake! I have tons of energy, in fact, I'm freaking hyper. Hyper enough to get a lazy guy to do a load of laundry you ask? Hell No! But I did create a Blog...that You read, I might add, so save your judgment. What did you do today? I ate cake...and created a blog...so...there. Now I feel Great and its all a part of my Balanced Diet.