This post made me think. When things make me think, they tend to cause rambles. Feel free to skip it. (Because, well, you totally needed my permission to do that.) Anyway, several bloggers have posted about this in the past, and every time someone does it, the comments also show that most people agree with the sentiment that if you find a blog is negative and drags you down, avoiding it is the only thing to do. I actually do agree with that, which is why what I am going to say next will make so little sense… but it is my blog, and so I can say it even if it is incoherent. I am not generally a chipper person, as you may have noticed. It feels, to me, like I am putting on a front if I’m giddy and happy and cheerful all the time. Even if I am actually feeling genuinely happy, it probably wouldn’t appear that way to outsiders, because I am a restrained person by nature. I don’t know why I worry about how other people perceive me, but it does bother me a bit that a lot of times I come across as being “negative” when that isn’t quite it at all. It’s just the way I am. And why do I mention this now, you ask? … Because every time I read about “negative bloggers,” I always assume I’m one of them. Which, to be honest, is pretty arrogant of me! Most of the bloggers on whose blogs I’ve read these posts don’t even know mine exists. (Um, okay, I shouldn’t say that; I do find it slightly creepy that there are dozens of people who do read my blog and I have no idea who they are, but that’s another story.) Guess it’s all part and parcel of being a paranoid freak.
And that’s all I have to say about that, I suppose!
Like any sensible person with a crushing workload, I did something other than work today. Something very, very scary…
It’s very scary solely because of the number of people one encounters. But what can I do if I need a bag?… And, as it turns out, I needed sunglasses too, because that pair that I bought in Grand Cayman? Before I even got to wear them, my nieces and nephews got their hands on them. They look okay (after I bent them back into shape!), but every time I tilt my head forward they go flying off my face. That won’t do.
It was apparently a purple day. I wanted a black bag, but I couldn’t find one. Oh, well. And the sunglasses are purple too… just the inside, though. They’re black on the outside. Figures that inexpensive sunglasses would be a lot more comfortable than the expensive ones, doesn’t it?
When I got home, I puttered around in the kitchen for a while… this is some of what has come out of there recently:
Polenta “chips,” made by slicing polenta as thinly as possible and sprinkling it with chili powder, then baking it at around 400 until crisp.
And I did something similar with a butternut squash, except that was sprinkled with chili powder and paprika.
And that amalgamation on the right is a “curried chicken salad” (using Lightlife chick’n strips). The “dressing” was made by blending cottage cheese, Truvia, and curry powder (and a little bit of water because the mixture was too thick). The celery ruined it… I don’t know what is wrong with me. Why did I put it in? I know I don’t like celery!
Oh, and because I am such a wonderful multi-tasker, I also did some of this:
The Assignment From Hell. I made the tiniest little bit of headway, but it really feels like it’s just a drop in the bucket. If I ever say anything about getting a second masters’ — because I know I will — someone please bop me over the head!!
This did make me glad, though…
Trees are blooming! Spring must really be here. No, really — I can tell by the ant infiltration. Yuck.
Just a quick word about the ambiguity in my last post; it’s nothing bad, really. It’s mostly a cultural thing that would just be really arduous to explain. Contain your shock, but I’m actually very bad at talking about certain things, and so I sent my dad an e-mail and explained that it was because I prefer writing to talking. To which he responded that he prefers talking to writing… gosh, thanks. Way to meet me in the middle, huh?
Have a great Monday.
“Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.”