Guilty of blog neglect.
I feel like I should blog because I have a blog and when one has a blog, one should blog. However, as I say over and over, I just don’t have much going on in my life right now. Well, actually, I feel like I have a lot going on in my life, but I can’t really blog about it. I’m not keeping secrets; it’s just hard to write what I’m truly thinking when ‘people’ (though, not many) read my blog. And by people, I mean a varying group of people. Not just one particular
people person. People I know in real life who will call me up after reading a blog post and inquire about my mental health. Or something like that.
I don’t really have anything specific to complain about. I don’t even have any thing specific which is causing anxiety in my life. I just don’t feel like spewing my verbal vomit (eww, sorry, that’s gross) all over the blog. It’s probably better (albeit unhealthy) to keep it all zipped up inside.
In a way, I suppose having a blog has taught me to have a better filter. If I did write everything I was feeling, I’d probably regret it. You know, like when you’re having an argument with your spouse and you say something you totally didn’t mean and can’t take back. One time I told Craig his beloved pair of faded jeans looked like Obama’s dorky ‘dad jeans.’
He didn’t appreciate that very much.
In person, I have no filter, but here on the blog, I’ve developed the ability to not always type what I’m truly thinking/feeling because I know it’s hard to ever fully erase what has been posted on the Internet.
See, I do use my brain occasionally.
In other news, I made lentil loaf for dinner the other night and I’ve been eating it every day because a lentil loaf recipe yields a lot of lentil loaf. It’s a good thing I like it. I actually convinced myself that Craig may even like lentil loaf because it really did have a similar texture to traditional meatloaf. Plus, I made a sweet/spicy/ketchupy glaze for the top, which contributed to the meatloaf like-ness of my humble vegetarian lentil loaf. I figure if I serve mashed potatoes on the side, Craig just might give lentil loaf a chance.
Also, back in my meat eating days, I’d take leftover meatloaf and make grilled meatloaf and cheese sandwiches on sourdough bread, which were REALLY good. As it turns out, leftover lentil loaf makes for a tasty grilled sandwich, as well.
I like saying lentil loaf. It makes me giggle.
I need a life.
If I was to encounter a genie in a bottle who would kindly grant me three wishes, one of my wishes would be for Craig and I to have similar food likes and preferences. It was easy to cook dinner every night when I ate meat; in fact, I loved making new recipes nearly every night of the week. Now that I don’t eat meat, figuring out how to cook a real dinner every night is going to take some getting used to.
Craig cannot live by lentil loaf alone.
Speaking of dinner, it’s 5:05 and at 4:13 Caroline informed me that she planned to eat dinner at 5:00. She’s currently outside with her friend, but I’m sure she’ll be in shortly for refueling. I best get cracking on her dinner, or she’ll be quite unamused. Girlfriend is cranky when she’s hungry.
I wonder where she got that trait? 😉