Blogging, What of it?

Why do we blog? That,
is the question that many bloggers are asking these turbulent days. I’ve asked myself this question, and I have
come up clueless. Frankly, I’m sick of
thinking about it. Perhaps I’m just
begging for attention or filling my egotistical persona? I don’t have a freaking clue to why I waste
my time with this.

When I first started, I perceived it as a free and open
place to voice my opinions and spread a little creative love around the
globe. In reality, I’ve met a multitude
of kind and generous bloggers, and a few buggers along the way.

Honestly, I do it in the hopes of illuminating myself
through others and illuminating them in some way. I try to create new and creative content with
every new post. Although I’ll be the
first to admit that, the last few months have been lapsing. I enjoy conversing with other people, and
learning from other cultures and the like.

What infuriates me the most is when people get paid tens if
not hundreds of thousands of dollars/Euros/ pounds/whatever to bitch and whine
or they just cut and paste a news article and make a wee sentence long comment!

Do you really want my opinion? I could go on for days with this nonchalant
bullshit.

You see, I still have a heart and soul, so I truly care for
some of you. As I’ve said several times,
I’ll be lucky to reach the glorious age of 60. Ah, the joys you people must have with retirement. And, I recently found out that my eyesight in
my one good eye that I can see out of is degrading (I’m blind in one eye.). So, I stand to lose all visual sight in a few
years! I hope that it doesn’t degrade
that fast, but I’m relearning Braille just in case. According to the whacky doctors, I should
have been six feet under a long-time ago, so I take everything they say with a
grain of salt. I don’t let it bother me.

Life is finite for us all. I MUST do all that I can, see all that I can, and study all that I can,
while I am here. I don’t mean to insult
you, but you have no clue about what I’m talking about until you’ve faced
it! I’m still trying to figure out who I
am, so I don’t have TIME…..Time is of the essence people! Do all that you can to make a positive impact
on this world!

Truth:

Ha-ha, I’m not sure you want to know that, I don’t!

Mother and I have a very estranged relationship. I grew up late in life, so she does not know
who I am. I love my Mum though!

Dad won’t talk to me, unless I have had a new escapade with
a woman. He’s quite a character. God bless him.

The sister closest to me thinks that I’m weird, because I
like to write poetry and such.

And, I’m a lonely man, but that’s my own fault. :-)

It is imperative that I get off my arse, quit bitching, and
make something of myself! I don’t have
time for nonsense. I really don’t!

I’m disabling comments on this post, just to prove a
point. I don’t do this for
attention. All I ask is that you
comment, when you feel compelled to do so. Then again, don’t feel compelled to do so.

The moral of this story is to blog if you want to. Don’t let anyone knock the wind out of
you. Do what you enjoy, and do not worry
about the arseheads that make bounderish comments!

Quit your quetching! Walk
outside and observe bees bumbling about in the garden, listen to the buzzing of
a hummingbird as it sips fresh nectar, or have a nice cup of tea with a loved
one. Enjoy life and spread a little
love.

I guess I am forever labelled as a hippie for saying
that. Oh well, I’ve been called worse!

Peace! :-)

jd

Do you Grill?

I am currently writing a post about my holiday in the Caribbean, I swear!  But, until I can finish it, I figured I’d write about one of my favourite things to do, grill!  There is nothing better than a piece of meat cooked over an open flame.  Nothing!  Perhaps my need to grill stems from the Neanderthal genes that still exist in most of us, or I just love to cook.  Cooking is something that I relish!  I visit the market and fish monger a few times a week.  And, I grow my own herbs!  No, not those kind of herbs!  However, I did see some of that stuff in Mexico.

Today, I prepared and barbecued sugar snap peas, new or red potatoes, Vidalia onions, red peppers, Jalapenos, and Chicken breast.

Ingredients:

  1. Chicken breast or thighs.
  2. Sugar Snap Peas
  3. New Potatoes
  4. Vidalllia Onions or whatever your preference may be.
  5. Red Bell Peppers
  6. Jalapenos
  7. Parsley
  8. Thyme
  9. Spearmint
  10. Freshly pressed Limes
  11. Red Pepper Jam (I know you are thinking "What?", but trust me.)
  12. Honey
  13. Sea Salt and Pepper
  • Dump the peas, potatoes, onions, peppers, and herbs into a previously made foil pouch.  Squeeze the lime juice over the vegetables, salt and pepper the contents, and then proceed to fold the foil over and pinch the edges for a good seal.
  • Go ahead and light your gas grill.  Or, if you have a real barbie, light the coals and watch in anticipation for them to transform into a powdery ash colour.  After the long wait, place the veggies on the grill, and pop open a beer.
  • Grab the chicken out of the ice box along with another beer, and place them on a sanitary cutting board.  While knocking down another beer, snatch the red pepper jam that I discussed earlier out of the fridge. 
  • Get a bottle of your favourite Scotch or Irish Whiskey out of the cupboard, and pour it over some ice, or if you’re a real wussy, add some soda to the mix. 
  • Take the jar of jam and a brush it heavily onto the breast, leaving no spot untouched. 
  • Cut a slit in the middle of the breast and insert the herbs.  Be careful not to cut a slit in yourself or the beloved mutt while attempting this dangerous maneuver, because you are probably drunk off your arse by this point. 
  • Squeeze a lime o’er the chicken.  Heck, pour a wee bit of that glorious whiskey into the mix as well!
  • Fix yourself and the dog another Scotch on the rocks. 
  • Run…..No, stagger out to the barbie and brush a wee bit of olive oil on the grills surface.  Be sure to mind yourself.  After all, you wouldn’t want to get third degree burns on your hands on this little adventure. 
  • Sprinkle salt and pepper on both sides of the meat, making certain not to disturb the herbs tucked inside. 
  • Cautiously, stuff a few lime slices in with the herbs, if you can get them to fit.
  • Mind the doors, windows, and other obstacles in your way, as you stumble out to the patio. 
  • Place meat on grill, and lay back in a lounger or chair. 
  • Wake up three hours later, with an oxygen mask on your face, and a fireman asking you what the heck you thought you were doing!

Don’t drink and grill!  :-)
Grilling

I swear that red pepper jam rocks!  I love it on anything!

Go check out Brian’s post ’bout grillin‘. 

Peace!

Folks, I’m leaving for Mexico in a few short hours.  I’ll be back next weekend, so be sure to leave me some zany comments.  Peace, good will towards all, and all of that jazz!  I’ll be back, for not even Mexico could put up with me for more than a week!  :-)  

Talk amongst yourselves, and if the conversation runs dry you can always bash Bush, Brown, Ahern, or one of those other political nuts.  :-)
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