Last year I had a pipe dream that I’d take up food blogging again. I thought if I started from scratch, it would be fun to rebuild an online repository for my food adventures, and I could share recipes and photos as a creative outlet.
Boy, was I wrong. Food blogging is just not fun anymore. At least not for me.
You know how everyone complains that food bloggers have these long-drawn-out stories before their recipes?
The last time I posted, it was April, and I honestly don’t know when or how May got here so fast.
Sometimes my days are so full I barely have time to think, and with our anniversary last week and social activities starting to pick back up, time feels as if it’s going by at warp speed.
I am trying NOT to be miserable on Mondays.
I am!
However, I’m failing… well… miserably!
I know “they” say you shouldn’t work for the weekend, but that’s where I am right now. There are three weeks left in this semester, and I’m just trying to keep myself together.
I still have not figured out the issue with my website causing yesterday’s error, but thankfully, I have a back door into my admin area through my hosting company. I already spent too much time trying to debug it, so I guess I’ll live with it for now.
Anyway, yesterday really was a good day. I try to recognize them when I have them because it’s too easy to focus on the negative. Like the weather right now. What in the world is going on?! I mean, I guess April isn’t historically the most fantastic weather month here in Maryland, but it feels like winter will not let go. I’m so tired of chilly, windy runs.
Great day today!
Compared to yesterday, that is.
Everyone just got along. The kids were fun to talk to and not annoying in any way (like they usually are). No one had a meltdown or got angry. I was able to get a lot of work done. We made a great dinner and enjoyed some coconut margaritas.
Awesome! Right?
Wow, what a miserable day.
Nothing, in particular, happened to make it any more miserable than any other day. I just have this constant feeling of, well, doom.
Gosh, that’s a harsh word, but I’m not sure I can come up with anything better to describe it. Sometimes the “doom feelings” creep in, and I can’t shake them. I’m basically on the verge of tears all day.
Taco Tuesday is somewhat a tradition in our house. We go through phases with it, but since my youngest eats pretty much anything in taco form (he’s picky otherwise), it’s pretty consistent.
This week I decided to go with Fish Tacos.
Mahi Mahi was our fish of choice. The Husband’s request, actually. He’s turning into quite the seafood guy in his old age. Anyway, I coated it in flour, cornmeal, dried dill, dried thyme, and dried garlic, then pan-fried it in some grapeseed oil.
Do you know what I miss most about my old blogging days?
The daily brain dumps.
I find writing so therapeutic, but I don’t tend to do it unless I have the blog accountability. It’s kind of like playing the guitar. If I’m not actively taking lessons, I don’t tend to practice.
This is one of the things I hate about myself.
As you guys may or may not know, I teach technology courses at a local community college. I started teaching very early in my career, soon after getting my master’s degree in 2000.
I don’t think I really realized back then how much easier it was teaching when you felt relatively close in age to your students. At that time, I was able to relate to the majority of people in my classes. We listened to the same music, watched the same TV shows, and enjoyed the same movies, for the most part.
I originally planned on writing this post last week over the break, but time just got away from me. I don’t know what happened. It was Christmas Eve and then… BOOM!