Adventures with a Smoke Detector

Alright guys, time for an adventure. And a different style of bloggin.
Get ready for some lovely pictures of me.
And
Here
We

Go.

I was sitting here just minding my own business,
browsing the facebook. So, probably not minding my own business...ANYWAY
Here I am. See my cute little computer? It's adorable.
So, my roommates had all just left, and I was the only one left in my house.
At least I sure hope I was.
I'm paranoid that things wait in my pantry to kill me.
Just kidding about the pantry part.
There's a lot of better places to hide than that.
Don't get any ideas.
Or I'll cry.
And probably pepper-spray you.
Back to the story.

Minding my own business, and all of the sudden...

BEEP!
Fantastic.
What could possibly be beeping in such a way right now?
Or at any other given time?
Only one thing.
And there it goes again.
The smoke detector.
So I went to investigate.
I knew it had to be close, either in my room or right outside the door.
My best deductive reasoning told me the best way to find the culprit was to glare at each one and then jab it with a closed umbrella.

and here it is.
The dying smoke detector.
the beeping thing.
The thing that would probably be waking me up at 2 in the morning with its screams if I didn't fix it now.
And I had to call my mom because I didn't know if I could just rip it out of the ceiling and be done with it.
Nope. Go buy batteries. The square kind.
Good thing I live right down the road from a Wal-mart.
So I braved the cold,
nearly dislocated my hip when I slipped on a patch of ice
(and miraculously didn't fall on my butt. Just flailed my arms around like an idiot),
stepped in a sneaky puddle,
and found the batteries I was looking for.


And as soon as I got home
and took them out of the package
I promptly lost them.

And then found them

Then I successfully installed one of them, like a boss, into the awful beeping smoke detector.

There was much rejoicing.

Take that, apartment.

If this is the most successful thing I do all day I'd be ok with that.

the embarrassing 'self-help' blog

I want to let y'all in on a little secret. I drool. Like a mad man.
Yes, it's true. Anyone that has fallen asleep next to me knows that it's kind of like falling asleep in Lake Michigan.
Ok, it's not that bad.
Why am I even telling you this?
Because I'm trying to become comfortable with everything I am.
I know that there's things about me that are far from perfect. I know that I have a lot of flaws. I know there are things I need to fix.
But, as the dentist once told me, I have some excellent salivary glands. And I don't think that's really fixable. And I don't think it needs to be.

People are too dang hard on themselves.
Guilty as charged.
It doesn't help that we live in a society that makes it seem that the only acceptable thing to be "perfect". Perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect muscle definition, perfect car, perfect job, perfect everything. Or morbidly obese. Take your pick.
Not that I'm proud of my drooling, or particularly enjoy it, but I'm ok with it. Not like it's hurting anyone.
It's good to be comfortable in our own skin and stop trying to fix things about ourselves that don't need to be fixed.
I think people are generally pretty unhappy because they're not content with being who they are. So I'm going to focus on loving the weird things about me that make me... well, ME :)
So you
-Yes, YOU-
Should go look in the mirror (or in my case, my pillow) and name off one thing that you like about you, or one thing that shouldn't bother you about you.
Own up to being you.
It's a good thing.

Today's mushy, love-yourself post was brought to you by the letter V and the number 14. It is February after all.