Tentacles Make Me Sane
So I just got done with our first Leadership Lyceum and my head feels like it is about to explode with stuff. So much to chew on. I look forward to connecting with my cross mentoring group along side Dr. Kieth of Dr. Karl every 2 weeks as I press hard to try and expand my leadership abilities and capacity. From 8 am till 4:40 pm I learned.
I know I will be better off for it but right now I am TOAST.
So you know what I do?
I walk into my office and grab this thing…
I then squish it so it does this…
I then hold it above my head like this…
I follow that with dangling it on my face to where its small tentacles just grace my face ever so lightly.
That makes me relax after a long day where my mind does not shut off.
What strange ritual do you guys have that makes you sane again after a long day?
Los
RAIN IT DOWN
i go to waffle house and make pickles stick to the window.
No really.
They are used to me now and the servers hold contests with me.
LOL
I watch american idol…so mindless and entertaining. I can’t help but relax.
I usually do one of two things.
Most of time time I go somewhere, lay on the ground and take a deep breath in, and hold it there until I almost pass out, then I release. I do this about 15 times. It for some reason makes me feel extremely better.
The other thing I do is place my face in water while holding my breath, sort of like laying on the ground and doing it, only with my face in water. It feels amazing.
Don’t judge me.
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First-time comment from a newbie reader of your blog – Don’t know how strange it is, but I knit. It makes me calmer and saner and I hate when I don’t have time to do it.
Dude, I thought your post said “Testicles Make M eSane” I had to take a double take!
I love coming home and sitting on the floor with my kids.
I’ve never thought of dangling a big orange tentacled ball on my face. If I had one maybe. For me, I usually light some incense and turn on some chill music…try to journal or read my bible. I know right? I’m totally spiritual! If you had another ball that you could send, I might adopt your method.
Usually I take my wife into my arms and…
well….
really it’s none of your business what I do to stay sane.
Jamba Juice or PinkBerry, then home making my beaded flowers.
I’ve seen those things before, but I’ve never seen one that big. Your orange tentacle ball thing is the size of your head. I used to have one, but it was about the size of an orange.
i watch friends – i don’t know why but that show is really funny to me and always makes me feel better.
love your blog carlos – i was excited to find you on twitter too – it’s fun to read a fellow atlantan’s blog. thanks for writing!
i love going and working out. seriously. nothing like a good hour of intense cardio to make you feel better.
maybe it’s just me…
It’s called “The Snapper.” 2 Parts Grey Goose L’Orange, 2 Parts Ocean Spray Cran-Rasberry, and the juice from 1 half of a fresh orange. Brought into the world by Pastor Scott Slater of Grace Church in Vacaville, CA. There is nothing wrong that the Snapper can’t fix.
That’s what my autistic kid uses to calm himself down, too (I’m not calling you autistic).
Me, I just treat myself to Starbucks after a tough day.
Oh my word – you are SO funny! Thanks for the laugh today!
Take a nice bubble bath with a glass of wine. It doesn’t get any better for me! Oh yea… no kids, no husband are allowed in the room during this time. The experience is just not the same with constant questions and comments from my peanut gallery.
sitting in front of the computer and reading my favorite blogs:)
Stevie Wonder’s “Superstitious” on repeat on the ipod, 2 20 oz Diet Cokes, an entire pack of Tropical Twist Trident gum.
watch some Seinfeld.
Kennedy LOVES those balls… Kameron won’t touch them with a 10 foot pole! haha
To destress… I read blogs! haha And I play my game on my cell phone… Collapse. Mindless entertainment!
that was creepy. yep still funny. sheesh.
to answer the question…sometimes i go for a drive to nowhere…and then pray…or write random words…paint with watercolors…or just lay down and listen to music.
sometimes I stick my hands under my arms and then I smell them like THIS! It’s dirty.
i read your bolg
i read your blog
I just store it all up for a long time until I explode in a fit of rage then I feel bad and apologize to all the people that I offended and continue with guilt until I do it all again…maybe I need a dopey orange ball with soft spikes.
Only Ragamuffin Soul could manage to write that blog post. And only his readers would be even remotely interested in reading it, let alone responding to it!
I press the button on my espresso machine, head to the back porch with a book and hope nobody knows I’m home yet.
either that piano in that office next door to you, or my wonderful porch
I open my back patio door just enough to have a straight line between me and my dog’s food bowl. Then I grab my airsoft pistol and wait patiently for the pigeons to come and try to get a free meal. I’ll usually eat two string cheeses at some point, but not while I am holding the gun. I need both hands for the cheese, to pull perfectly stringy pieces away. I hate when I pull a piece that’s too thick. Chunk cheese doesn’t taste as good as string cheese.
I watch the final episode of “The OC” over and over and over again,and come to realize my life is not so bad.
go to lexington’s airport for a run or just sit outside there and watch aircraft arrive and depart
Bro, I think you have completely lost it.
Back to the hammock….
I see what kinda nonsense Los posted for the day and then I don’t quite so abnormal after all.
I “wrestle” with my kids…which involves me lying on the floor and them jumping and tackling. It’s kinda like a massage. I’ve almost fallen asleep, and my wife things I’m rather strange
Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep… then I listen to my (4) kids sneak around like they’re trying not to wake me up…either that or I go to work… yep I’m a little twisted.
tickling izzy so he’ll laugh and make my heart sing
Once, one of my sons told me his tentacles were itchy. LOL.
I go to a pet store where there is a large selecetion of fish and make a list of all the fish I want for my imaginary aquarium. I even pick out specific fish, and write down the descriptions of those fish next to their breed on my list. I make sure all the fish are compatible and would live in beautiful harmony together. Then I don’t buy them, because I don’t have an aquarium.
i go to starbucks in a baseball cap and moustache and see if chuck reconizes me
What are those things called?