One of the downsides to having a blog that friends and family read is the inevitable self-censorship that happens. I alluded to having something basically blow up in my face yesterday, and I was pretty pissed about it. I somewhat still am. But unless you’re my husband or one of the 2 other people I told about it yesterday, you’ll never know what sent me into a blind rage yesterday. Why? Because there are people who would be offended and rather upset if I aired dirty laundry for all the Internets to see. One of the nice aspects when I was blogging at Blog City (which I think has gone by the wayside by now), was the ability to post private entries, and have them virtually invisible…Unless one was granted the password to unlock them. I have no idea if this feature exists on WordPress–If it does, I haven’t figured it out yet. And really, I guess don’t need it. If I want to vent my frustrations, I still keep a paper journal, and I can scribble my heart out.
Still, it got me thinking about self-censorship, and the possibility of having a truly private blog, that no one other than myself ever knew about. Any readers who stumbled upon it would have no idea who I was, just that I’m occasionally a very angry individual (my much nicer & milder-tempered husband claims I’m passionate, not angry–Something he also says in regards to the bambino, who inherited my temper). I am one who does a lot of brooding, and complaining, but if I don’t, I internalize too much, which results in stomachaches, headaches, anxiety & insomnia. I need to be able to get things off my chest and get them out of my system, lest they fester. I need to learn to let things roll off my back. But until then, I spend time venting my anger at whoever will listen to me, or I go into the kitchen, and bake something or find an excuse to get out the meat mallet, and pound the hell out of something.
By the time I got home, I was far less irritable. But it’s still fun to pound chicken breasts into oblivion. So that this:
Dinner was not so much a failure, though.
Delicious Lemon Brown Sugar Chicken. It’s been awhile since I’ve made it, and in spite of it being hotter than Hades again, I turned on the oven anyway.
Some brown rice on the side, to soak up all that wonderful sauce. I swear, I would lick the plate clean. I really need to start doubling this recipe or something…I could easily eat 2 pieces of chicken…Or at least have some for lunch tomorrow!