Hot damn!

Well "warm damn" at least. It looks like it'll be getting to 62 degrees in Boston Thursday. You know what that means? The first (and much needed) car wash of the season.

It's a good day.

The Red Sox home opener will be on soon with the ring ceremony preceding it. I'm home, and I'll be painting while watching the game. The Asian Cowgirl isn't working today so we'll be able to hang and enjoy this together. But best of all I can watch the beloved Red Sox without having to listen to Joe "Annoying Dickbag" Buck and Tim "Astounding Retard" McCarver. It's a good day.

They call me Martha "Fucking" Stewart

So the Asian Cowgirl and I are having a dinner party tonight. I'm making a slow cooked pork shoulder* in the trusty ol' crock pot**. We're having mashed potatoes, and mixed asparagus, pearl onions, and portabello mushrooms with it. And the best part? You're all invited! So what are you bringing to our dinner party?


*This is from my friend's pig that we had the bacon and sausage from. So far it's been the tastiest animal in creation.
**Which we bought earlier this week.

Edit: It's ready to go in.

Adventures in Babysitting

My poor sick little sister Mikayla needed somewhere to go while my parents went to work last week. Seeing as I wasn't working I thought it would be fun if she came over to my place for the day. The Asian Cowgirl also had the day off so we all hung out and had a good time.

Mikayla apparently likes to name things so my cat now has a middle name. Allow me to introduce Pinky "Chrysanthemum" Fitch who Mikayla spent the better part of the day playing with.


And her favorite toy Bob the Cat Whip.


She had a temporary tattoo on so we decided to stick more on her. The Asian Cowgirl also had fake tattoo sleeves from our Halloween costumes so they posed together.


And then there's the siblings.


We made french toast, watched Underdog (which was actually pretty good for a kid's movie), listened to Girls Rock, and got a preview of Mikayla's dance moves for her upcoming recital.

Ring a ding ding

Friday evening someone rang my doorbell. I have no idea who it was because I didn't go to the door. It's odd you see becaue the only people that would be ringing my doorbell unannounced would be:

1) My mother, but there were no cookies on the porch so it couldn't have been her.

2) The UPS guy, but there was no package and no delivery notice in the mailbox. Where's my package already?

3) The cops*, but they don't give up after one ring.

4) My upstairs neighbo(u)rs but I didn't hear anyone go up or down the stairs before or after the doorbell rang. That and they have my phone number.

Which brings me to another point; nobody just "stops by" anymore. Everyone I know has a cell phone and would call before coming by. I'm stumped but inrigued.

* I have no reason to think it was the cops but the fact remains; they don't give up after one ring. Though it is true that they don't call before stopping by.

GO GO GO ADVENTURE!

Have you ever woken up and the instant you're concious you already have a song stuck in your head? This morning that happened to me with the Hanna Barbera's World of Super Adventure theme. Two things about that:

1) Everything seemed very urgent the instant I woke up.

2) My life now seems very boring compared to that show.

Temporary retardation

Here's the e-mail I just received from Netflix. It pretty much sums it up:

"Dear [Bacon Ace],

It appears that you accidently returned one of your personal DVDs or CDs in a Netflix envelope. Rest assured, we will send your disc right back to you.

If you haven't already sent back the Netflix movie you intended to return, please include it with your next return along with a note including your name and email address so we can match the movie to your account.

-The Netflix Team"