I know that each week that I step onto the scale the number could go up or down. Therefore I was not too surprised or disappointed when the scale noted that I put on two pounds since last week’s weigh-in.
It was a busy weekend. I’d detail everything that went on if not for the fact that I have another full day of interviewing college students ahead of me today.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
Now that I know I’m no wiser than anyone else, does this wisdom make me wiser?
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
I Went From Head To Toes
On Saturday I was preparing myself for a ten-mile training run by eating a massive skillet breakfast at Kasan Red in East Atlanta when I decided that with the sunny weather it might be a good idea to buy a running hat. Being a person who likes to support independent stores I drove over to Oakhurst to shop at One Step at a Time.
Once the store opened I talked to the guy who runs it and asked him about running hats. Unfortunately for me the only one they had in stock didn’t fit my head very well so I didn’t buy it. Since I was already there I perused the store to see what they had and I wound up buying a pair of Thorlo socks and a pair of Mizuno running shoes.
What Do You Call A Person With No Sense Of Smell?
blind = loss of sight
deaf = loss of hearing
mute = loss of speech
But what about a loss of smell? I have been bothered by not knowing this for some time now. I attempted Googling this over the weekend, but found nothing. Therefore, until I am told otherwise, I will refer to people who have lost their sense of smell as “jubjub”. Oh, and if I happen upon these letters playing Scrabulous expect me to play it as a valid word.
ITP Flickr Pic
None, I still haven’t shot any photos. I need to find more time…
Atlanta Still Has A Basketball Team?
On Saturday night I volunteered for the Happy Hour for the Hounds event in East Atlanta. Until the point where I spilled my full beer I had a fantastic time.
During the event there was a raffle. I chose buy some tickets in an effort to win awesome seats for an upcoming Thrashers game. Instead, I wound up winning some vouchers (twenty if I remember correctly) for the Atlanta Hawks. Hmmm basketball, what a novel concept.
I’ll Be Running Tonight, But That’s It
Tonight I’ll be swapping my workout routine with my Tuesday scheduled run. The switch is for two great reasons (imho) — first I have friends who run in East Atlanta on Monday nights; second it’s supposed to rain heavily tomorrow night.
However, unlike other running outings I will be heading directly home after the run because I drank way too much this weekend and didn’t get any of my chores done. Oops.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – alright
Current Music – listening to the “This Week In Photography” podcast
Website Of The Day – This one’s for the science nerds in the crowd — The Paleontology Portal.
Exercise (b)Log – Saturday: running, 10 miles; Sunday: running, 5 miles + the Black Sheep hash
Monthly Foot Mileage – 15 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 196 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
March Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
I’m not going to tell you what I thought the title said…
You have basket ball tickets? No really? Gee I wish we had got some also…oh wait, we did.
So when are we going to have Buzz/Hash/Paul Nuesslein night at the Hawk’s game? I guess as long as they serve beer we will enjoy ourselfs.
My scale didn’t more either this weekend…BAH!!! I did more exercise yesterday than most people do in a week and I’m not seeing any results (yes, we went mt. biking after I ran).
oh and the word for the day is ANOSMIA….look it up.
Oh come on…. Did you think “flatulent asses” “fluctuating asses”? 🙂
I’ll have to consult the calendar, March is already way overbooked but if there is an open night and a home basketball game then I am game for a game.
I think “jubjub” is a better term than “anosmia.” Break down “anosmia” and it looks like “a nose MIA” as in “a nose missing in action.” That makes way more sense then calling a person without the sense of smell a “jubjub”, so I will continue using “jubjub” instead. 🙂
Excuse me, did you say you have 20 seats to a Hawks game? Do they still play in Atlanta?
How was the Happy Hour, other than spilling your beer and not winning Thrashers tix?
-FP
Thanks for shopping at my favorite running store, One Step at at Time. BTW, he (Charles) has a website : http://www.1stepatatime.net/
Do you personally suffer from jubjub or are you looking to start a jubjub support group? If we all did jubjub/loss of smell google searches and clicked on ITP enough, perhaps we could start a movement.
Just here supporting you man…
Yeah, I think that I won twenty. I’ll have to look in the envelope, unless Martha remembers how many were in her winning envelope.
The happy hour was great. I volunteered and worked the check-in table. I should have eaten prior to the event because people kept bringing me beer and by the time I knocked one over signifying that I’d had enough (too much?) I went home and ate the bacon that I had cooked the other day. Bacon…. It’s Not Just For Breakfast! I met a lot of people from the neighborhood, although sadly all of the women that I thought were kinda cute were either married or with another dude.
I finally figured out where I heard JubJub before…Selma’s iguana.
Yes, 20 tickets for you and Brad won another 20 tickets…we will probably double the turn out if we use them all in one night.
and since it was mentioned I goggled ‘jubjub’ and found this:
The Jubjub bird is a dangerous creature mentioned in Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poems Jabberwocky and The Hunting of the Snark. The bird itself lives on an island and is always in a passion.
Yes, but did you google jubjub and loss of smell? That comes straight to ITP, next stop Webster’s dictionary of American English.
Wait… always in a passion? I’ve got some other googling to do…
damn jubjubs … we need to round them all up
The late Michael Hutchence suffered loss of smell and taste after a motorcycle accident. Some believe the depression he suffered later lead to his “suicide” (or lead him to auto-erotically asphyxiate, whichever you prefer). Jubjub is, indeed, a dangerous thing.
Thanks for including JubJub on the daily blog!
So, would one with this affliction suffer from “jubjub” or “the jubjub?”
No Stacy, it’s not like getting “the gay.” 🙂 One would describe someone as being jubjub much like they would being deaf.
No problem Pat. Your request has proven to be rather entertaining!