I've been using the web for a while now, (obviously) and have had many false starts on blogging. I think, actually, that this blog is probably my longest running attempt at blogging, and you can see how piss-poor I am at doing it consistently.
However, I have run across a bunch of people, especially recently while working on Mixx.com, that blog for the money. Not for some other motivation.
And now this causes me to create an aside from the point of this. What is my motivation for writing this blog? I genuinely have no idea. I can take a guess at some motivations, but there certainly isn't a strong dominant one. For example, I like to write restaurant reviews, so that's a motivation (for some of my posts). I have some long-standing issues or ideas in my brain that sometimes need working out. I get annoyed by some things. All this ties together to create the feeling that I want to blog. Given those things, though, I wonder why I don't just create a private blog. Or write to a local file on my harddrive. Why do I want other people to read my blog? I really don't want that, as I've only ever told like 3 people that I do write a blog. had this thing going for 2 months before my husband knew. And I tell him everything--except those things that I know will bore him ;-)
Anyway....
I was looking at a site called dat money (I'll refrain from giving them a backlink they probably crave). The guy says he made like $500 last month on his blog. Thing is, his blog isn't really that great. At all. Its a blog about blogging. I am beginning to think there are 20,000 of these blogs about blogging that are involved in some Ponzi scheme to fool people out of their money using AdSense. Hmmm...
I know that if I put my mind to it, I have way more to offer to a reader than blogging about blogging. I'm pretty good at my job (maybe). I know a lot about social media and the internet. I am also pretty filled with advice for new moms--not that anyone would probably want to hear it. I am good fantasy baseball and fantasy football player. I know a lot and am very opinionated about sports.
Maybe some day, I'll give money blogging a start. I'd have to figure out how to run wordpress or something.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
St Patty's Day, Interrupted
We went out to dinner for St. Patty's Day last night. We had to, I'm Irish!
We went with friends to the Melting Pot for their Irish beer dinner. The setup was pretty nice--they had a big room with 3 long tables and 3 fondue pots for each table.
As a side note, Troy didn't like the setup. As he said, if I wanted to go to dinner with some strangers, I wouldn't have chosen the beat bloated dude we had to sit next to. For the record, the couple near us were actually very nice. A bit chatty, but nice.
Anyway, the first course was cheese fondue, of course. It was paired with Kelly's Irish Cider, Raspberry flavored. I loved that stuff! Wow, I could drink that all the time. I'll have to find somewhere to get my drink on with that stuff.
The second course was salad. I chose the Caesar. It had Parmesan-crusted pine nuts. They were outstanding, and a nice addition to a Caesar. I'm usually pretty picky about my Caesar salads.
(flashback to '93) My Caesar pickiness stems from a cross-country drive I was on. Stopped at a Denny's in Utah. Yeah, I know, a Denny's in Utah. I ordered a Caesar salad because how could you mess up Romaine, croutons, Caesar dressing. Yes, you can get all fancy with that (made tableside, anchovies, parmesan shavings, etc), but at its core, those are the 3 things that make a Caesar a Caesar. Take one away, and no Caesar. So anyway, I order my Caesar, there in Denny's and the waitress says:
"what kind of dressing you want with that?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Waitress: "What kind of dressing do you want on your Caesar?"
Me: "Caesar dressing"
Waitress: "Honey, I know you want a Caesar, but I need to know what kind of dressing you want on it"
Me: "Can I have Caesar dressing?"
Waitress gives me sort of an angry look
Me: "Caesar salads generally have a dressing on them called Caesar dressing. Why can't I have that?"
Waitress: "We don't have 'Caesar' dressing"
Me: "Ranch?"
Waitress: "Yeah, I can do ranch for you"
So out comes the salad with Romaine, tomatoes, carrots and ranch dressing. I guess in a Denny's in Utah, "Caesar" means you want Romaine lettuce instead of iceberg in your salad. Oh, and you want to pay $1.00 more for that "fancy" lettuce.
The best Caesar I had was in Florida. One of those places that make the salad right at your table. Kind of cliche, but in this case, the salad was awesome. Hint of anchovies, garlic croutons, Parm shavings, a very garlicy fresh-made dressing, Really crisp Romaine cut at bite-size pieces. Yummy.
So back to St. Patty's Day...
Paired with the salad they offered Wexfords. Wexfords is one of those Irish beers that, like Boddingtons and Guiness,comes in the pub can with the little ball in there that makes the beer pour all funny. Now don't get made at me purists, I say funny to mean just that its different than your standard beer pour. Usually, I don't like beer that comes in funny cans with little balls in it. However, I reallly enjoyed Wexfords. Or maybe I was just in love with my Parmesan-crusted pine nuts and my taste buds were dead from the Raspberry Cider. In any case, it is a beer I will order again.
The entree was standard Melting Pot fare--raw meats and veggies for you to boil up on your own. It was served with some double-chocolate malt bock stout nasty crap I would rather not taste or drink. So I gave mine away.
Ah, and then towards the end of the meat course, comes the Smithwick's. Ah, I love me some Smithwicks.
But then came the phone call. From the sitter.
Little Zack fell down and bumped his crown. And cried for 20 minutes. My son doesn't cry for 20 minutes. He only moans at night for 20 minutes when he wants his bottle or his mommy. So we left. Early. Before the chocolate course. Great sadness.
And I didn't get to finish my Smithwick's.
By the time we got back to check on him, Z was his old happy self, no sign of pupil dialation, etc. We think the crying was cause he got scared when he smacked his coconut.
Did I mention I didn't even finish my Smithwick's? And that I didn't get the chocolate fondue?
Tonight is our anniversary (13th!) and a trip to Morton's. Maybe no interruptions this evening.
We went with friends to the Melting Pot for their Irish beer dinner. The setup was pretty nice--they had a big room with 3 long tables and 3 fondue pots for each table.
As a side note, Troy didn't like the setup. As he said, if I wanted to go to dinner with some strangers, I wouldn't have chosen the beat bloated dude we had to sit next to. For the record, the couple near us were actually very nice. A bit chatty, but nice.
Anyway, the first course was cheese fondue, of course. It was paired with Kelly's Irish Cider, Raspberry flavored. I loved that stuff! Wow, I could drink that all the time. I'll have to find somewhere to get my drink on with that stuff.
The second course was salad. I chose the Caesar. It had Parmesan-crusted pine nuts. They were outstanding, and a nice addition to a Caesar. I'm usually pretty picky about my Caesar salads.
(flashback to '93) My Caesar pickiness stems from a cross-country drive I was on. Stopped at a Denny's in Utah. Yeah, I know, a Denny's in Utah. I ordered a Caesar salad because how could you mess up Romaine, croutons, Caesar dressing. Yes, you can get all fancy with that (made tableside, anchovies, parmesan shavings, etc), but at its core, those are the 3 things that make a Caesar a Caesar. Take one away, and no Caesar. So anyway, I order my Caesar, there in Denny's and the waitress says:
"what kind of dressing you want with that?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Waitress: "What kind of dressing do you want on your Caesar?"
Me: "Caesar dressing"
Waitress: "Honey, I know you want a Caesar, but I need to know what kind of dressing you want on it"
Me: "Can I have Caesar dressing?"
Waitress gives me sort of an angry look
Me: "Caesar salads generally have a dressing on them called Caesar dressing. Why can't I have that?"
Waitress: "We don't have 'Caesar' dressing"
Me: "Ranch?"
Waitress: "Yeah, I can do ranch for you"
So out comes the salad with Romaine, tomatoes, carrots and ranch dressing. I guess in a Denny's in Utah, "Caesar" means you want Romaine lettuce instead of iceberg in your salad. Oh, and you want to pay $1.00 more for that "fancy" lettuce.
The best Caesar I had was in Florida. One of those places that make the salad right at your table. Kind of cliche, but in this case, the salad was awesome. Hint of anchovies, garlic croutons, Parm shavings, a very garlicy fresh-made dressing, Really crisp Romaine cut at bite-size pieces. Yummy.
So back to St. Patty's Day...
Paired with the salad they offered Wexfords. Wexfords is one of those Irish beers that, like Boddingtons and Guiness,comes in the pub can with the little ball in there that makes the beer pour all funny. Now don't get made at me purists, I say funny to mean just that its different than your standard beer pour. Usually, I don't like beer that comes in funny cans with little balls in it. However, I reallly enjoyed Wexfords. Or maybe I was just in love with my Parmesan-crusted pine nuts and my taste buds were dead from the Raspberry Cider. In any case, it is a beer I will order again.
The entree was standard Melting Pot fare--raw meats and veggies for you to boil up on your own. It was served with some double-chocolate malt bock stout nasty crap I would rather not taste or drink. So I gave mine away.
Ah, and then towards the end of the meat course, comes the Smithwick's. Ah, I love me some Smithwicks.
But then came the phone call. From the sitter.
Little Zack fell down and bumped his crown. And cried for 20 minutes. My son doesn't cry for 20 minutes. He only moans at night for 20 minutes when he wants his bottle or his mommy. So we left. Early. Before the chocolate course. Great sadness.
And I didn't get to finish my Smithwick's.
By the time we got back to check on him, Z was his old happy self, no sign of pupil dialation, etc. We think the crying was cause he got scared when he smacked his coconut.
Did I mention I didn't even finish my Smithwick's? And that I didn't get the chocolate fondue?
Tonight is our anniversary (13th!) and a trip to Morton's. Maybe no interruptions this evening.
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