Bacon Jerky and Dill Pickle Chip Dip

Okay, the photo has nothing to do with the blog but I do have a pretty wife so I thought I would post this picture instead of a picture of my monstrosity.

Yesterday I decided to eat a bit of breakfast, you know a guy does get hungry. I opened the fridge and was horrified that I either needed to go shopping or I would have to actually cook something. Being a bit lazy I simply decided to make do with whatever I had. I had a bit of stale bread so it had to be a sandwich. I nosed around and found some bacon jerky (yes, that is a real product) so now I had meat.

The problem hit when I realized we had no mayo to help make the jerky a bit less dry. Scrummaging around I came up with some dill pickle chip dip. I slathered it on thick, I had to because the bread was dry and stale and the jerky is dry just because it is jerky. I then took a big bite and realized that my mixture was probably not the right combination for human consumption.

Once again, being a guy kicked in, I had a choice, start all over or gag down the new invention of mine. I am sure that you have already guessed..... I ate the whole thing. The oddest part of my breakfast was when I told Judy that a bacon jerky, dill pickle chip dip sandwich was not as good as you would imagine she simply replied "really, it would be hard not to be as good I think it sounds". I am trying to figure out if she said that with a bit of sarcasm.

A Muslim and a Jew Walk Into a Bar

So, a Jew, a Muslim, a Catholic and a Protestant walk into a bar......

Nah, it did not quite happen that way but here is the true story.

In my neck of the woods we just had a complete dump of snow on our quaint little town on a peninsula in New England. Since we are pretty much use to having God bless us with tons of white stuff the town was prepped and was out with snow trucks and the guys were even snow blowing the main sidewalks but that left the driveways and your personal sidewalk with what seemed like 8 feet of snow.

I live on a cul-de-sac so I headed out into the frigid air to shovel my drive and a neighbor lady who is single and not a spring chicken, she is not old but maybe a late summer chicken. I started dutifully shoveling with my wife shouting encouragement to me when with in minutes there were tons of people who live on my end of the street out doing the same thing.

We all pitched in to help the people who just could not do it themselves and the children of the neighborhood even had shovels to help out. The smallest tyke is maybe 4 years old and he had his plastic shovel in hand trying to help as well.

When I came in to a wonderful dinner waiting for me, Judy and I started talking about the neighborhood effort. We realized that there were Jews, Muslims, Catholics and Protestants all  working together to help our neighbors out. There were people from all over the world on our street working in unison simply to be nice to someone else. Different colors, different accents, different beliefs but united in loving the United States and the freedom it gives us.

So, if a Jew, a Muslim, a Catholic and a Protestant walk into a bar in my little berg they might be surprised they were in a bar but they would all talk and have a good time with each other.

Luckiest Guy in the World

I know, you do not have to tell me, I am not the best looking guy around, I am not even close to being rich, my brains come somewhere between Joe Biden and a Mensa member but I am the luckiest guy in the world. All of my friends would agree with me. It has nothing to do with living in the greatest town in the world, having a great family (they have to be my family so they have no choice) nor anything to do with having great friends, my friends are just kind hearted so they put up with me. It all has to do with my wife.


Today is Judy's birthday and she just keeps getting better looking, smarter, more creative and loving. I stand in awe everyday when I realize what I pulled off, I found the best wife a guy could ever dream of and she not only puts up with my antics but she actually joins in many times. We are always laughing, trying something different and being there for each other when needed.

Judy is the most marvelous of all women, I am sure that when God made Eve in the garden of Eden he thought that was his best work until he got the idea of Judy and out did himself. I am proud of her and love her with all my heart....... was this a mushy enough entry to my blog?

Nope, I Am Not Growing Pot

I am your average dad, I like sports, eat food that my wife is pretty sure will kill me in just a few minutes and I like to work on the yard and garden. A problem I have is that I moved to a small New England Coastal town, this means beautiful spring, summer and fall but it also means harsh winters. I figured out a great solution to loving to garden and the cold winter, I simply bring everything in and place it around the house. I keep planting all year as well so I have a continuous supply of plants.

I have replaced most of the light bulbs around the house with grow lights, I have hand held misters and so on. This has really started to get a bit strange though, all of a sudden there is a big push towards legalizing recreational drugs, I really do not care how you feel about changing the law but please think about my "problem".

I do not smoke drugs or consume them in brownies or anything like that but people seem to think that if a guy needs 50 pounds of potting soil, grow lights, plant food and flower containers when it is 12 degrees F outside then I must obviously be doing something a bit illegal. I have shown people my tomato plants and sent them home with some fresh veggies and as they leave they meekly admit they thought I was probably up to growing something else but they are glad I am doing what I am actually doing.

So nope, I am not growing pot, I have no intentions to even if it became a legal activity, I simply like flowers and fresh vegetables all year round.