Saturday Morning, I fried up some bacon… a whole package. That’s a pound if you are keeping score at home and using the English Measuring System. I thought that the delicious aroma of boiling pig fat would wake up My Lovely and Talented Wife… she has a hankering for bacon. It’s like the 6 degrees of separation among food.

So, I was thinking that I was going to get to run this morning, but that didn’t happen. But it wasn’t all bad because I stayed outside today working on some pre-gardening stuff. Any time that I get to burn sticks, it’s a good fun job. Making sure that you don’t put too many sticks on the fire to snuff it out, but I am trying to make some ash. The ash, I will turn around and mix in with some soil for my garden that I am going to have this year. I think that I will cheat and get some starter plants, because the prep in my “garden patch” will continue at least until next year. Being close to the River, about 3/4 of a mile if I could throw a rock that far, I have two things that is just under the top soil… Rocks… and Clay. Sigh. So, I am in the process of mulching leaves and foods and building up a small area in my yard to host a variety of plants… only to grow them big and mature and then hack the fruits of their life off and leave them as a warning to the plants the next year. In 2008, I tried to garden but everything died except for one plant, that was either a pumpkin or watermelon plant. But that thing got root-rot and died as well before the flowers actually made anything. My luck, that plant needed a mate to bear fruit and died sexually frustrated. But this post isn’t about the garden… this is about reference to that animal that is bacon, sausage and ham (oh wait! Chitlin’s too).

Remember how I was supposed to send in my registration for the Flying Bacon Pig Marathon? Well, I didn’t because I was going to run and when I was going to go, I was going to the post office and drop off my entry form. Except that I didn’t get to run… and therefore no postmark. boo hoo hoo, what is a runner to do? I reasoned with myself that the $10 online process fee would be okay to pay since it would still be cheaper then waiting to the next day and paying the increase fee amount.

Well, when I went to register for the marathon, the processing fee was only $4.20, just $3.78 more than what I would have paid to mail it. So, huge fee avoid, registration is complete. I am ON for the Flying Fried Pork Rind Pig! Oink!