Gotta Go To Mo’s

Notice the lack of an ‘e’, I am not talking about a mediocre burrito vendor who takes pride in verbally accosting their customers upon entry.

When I was a kid growing up there was one sporting goods store at which I could shop, Modell’s in Flushing. For years Modell’s slogan has been “Gotta Go To Mo’s.” Perhaps my beloved NY Mets should heed their advice and look for some sporting talent as they limp out of Atlanta after losing both games played here this weekend.

Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.

Most words evolved as a description of the outside world, hence their inadequacy to describe what is going inside of me.

To all who have helped me — Thanks.

I Could Use A Little Mo(mentum)
It’s been a lot tougher to get back into “training” mode after last week’s ING Half Marathon. On Saturday I thumped around an eight-mile course, including stepping on a screw and having it get temporarily lodged in my sneaker, cursing all the way. I even skipped doing a pub crawl in East Atlanta because I needed to stay coherent in order to be productive this weekend.

Yesterday I made an attempt at running four miles, but the hills in the area beat the hell out of me and I wound up walking instead.

Chumby. Chumby. Wherefore Art Thou Chumby?
My Chumby is due to arrive this week, a week too late for my sleep’s sake.

Apparently this past weekend was the weekend we used to spring forward into Daylight Saving Time. How do I know this? Because my stupid “self-setting” alarm clock sprung forward and rang my alarm an hour earlier that it should have on Sunday morning. Not only was I more tired than expected when I awoke, I also thought that I was running late for my appointments.

ITP Flickr Pic
This weekend I cooked more than I have in some time; that pleases me. On Saturday morning I made chorizo, portabello mushroom, and egg burritos. On Saturday night I roasted a chicken with a myriad of vegetables. Last night I made pasta with a homemade pasta sauce (you just may see a photo of this tomorrow).

One Of These Yolks Is Not From A "Local" Farm

I shot this to show something that amused and amazed me. What you see here are three eggs, two of which were from the half-dozen I received in my Moore Farms And Friends and one was not. One of the yolks is much yellower than the other two. Can you tell the difference?

American Hardcore (Music)
On Saturday night I stayed at home (attempting to assemble my new tent so that I don’t look like a complete ass this weekend) and decided to watch one of the movies that I’ve received from Netflix.

The movie I chose to watch was the documentary American Hardcode (Music) — I have to add the music designation because when I discussed this with people yesterday they thought I was talking about porn.

American Hardcore documents the backlash music scene that developed from 1980-1986, post-disco, as Ronald Reagan entered the White House, as America became “preppy”, and pre-metal. Think Black Flag. Think Bad Brains. Think D.O.A. Think Circle Jerks.

As a forty-two year old male I look back on those days fondly. I played the shit out of the Repo Man soundtrack as well as my New York City Hardcore cassette. I loved hardcode music but never entered the scene myself. Living on Florida may have had something to do with it. In fact, when you watch the documentary unfold you’ll see that the furthest southeast city mentioned is Raleigh, NC. It’s probably a good thing that I never entered the scene, my life would probably be a lot different if I had. On second thought, maybe it’s not a good thing afterall.

I highly recommend viewing this movie if you have any interest in the history in hardcore. I highly recommend avoiding it if you are/were not passionate about it, because it will bore the shit out of you otherwise.

Where Have My Scrubbing Bubbles Gone?
A couple of years ago I bought into a method for cleaning my toilets put out by SC Johnson under their Scrubbing Bubbles brand. The deal was you buy a wand and then use flushable pads impregnated with cleaning solution to clean the inside of your toilet. On Saturday I went looking for the replacement pads (I like to keep a clean household) and came up empty. Dangen! If you know where I can buy these please let me know, I’d hate to start out all over again.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – okay but not spectacular
Current Music – Listening to the “Sound Opinions” podcast
Website Of The Day – Today is going to be a little different. Today I want to point you to an article about a bed that makes itself! How cool is that!?!
Exercise (b)Log – Saturday: running, 8 miles; Sunday walking/running, 4 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 17.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 196 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 7 (7)

April Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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17 Responses to Gotta Go To Mo’s

  1. Sally says:

    I get my eggs from my brother…he has a bunch of free range chickens and the yolks are always a darker bright orange…and they actually taste like eggs.

    Don’t forget today is Steve and Debbie’s anniversary!!!

  2. Oh, I forgot that it was their anniversary. Perhaps that’s why neither has commented today? 🙂

  3. stacy says:

    Oh, dude! Thank you! All our phones at work have the wrong time on them today and we couldn’t figure out why the heck that was!

    (I did like my boss’s answer though: we’re on CPS time (the name of our company) — it’s so we can get out an hour earlier now that it’s summertime. Woo!)

  4. Barb says:

    Our anniversary was yesterday – can you believe it has been 6 years since that drunken weekend in Dahlonega?

    And – I don’t know on your scrubbing bubbles wand, I never bought one of those.

  5. Six years? Wow! On the one hand it feels like yesterday, on the other an eternity ago. I think of that weekend every time I see a bottle of Delicato wine. 😉

  6. stacy says:

    BARB!!! Whaaaaaaat? I didn’t know it was your anniversary!! And I was even right there and could’ve toasted you two. D’oh! Happy Anniversary!

  7. Or you two could have done a down-down for it!

  8. debbie says:

    Happy Anniversary Barb (and Alan)!

    Steve pointed out that not only is today our anniversary, but also the 75th anniversary of the return of beer after Prohibition. Guess who picked our wedding date?

    I have the Clorox wands and the same problem. I can always find more of the little disposable thingies if I want to buy them bundled with a new wand — and how many wands can you possibly need or want to pay for — but much harder to find the refills alone. Pisses me off.

  9. Barb says:

    I didn’t really want to do another down-down, so that is why I didn’t say anything. WineHo was going to try to make it happen after the circle was over, but I told her NO!!! It was hard enough to ride the bike home as it was……… (and we stopped for more beers at a neighbors, so it was a long nite, we should have gone to Sidelines, I needed some food to go the beers)

  10. Steve says:

    Happy Anniversary Barb and Allan!! I vaguely recall a wedding… and some scorpions- but other than that, it’s a hazy memory.

    I got out on my road bike yesterday and found some flat roads!! Not quite as flat as the Comet, but still pretty flat. I’m working on a route to get about 30, so y’all can come down and get in some road miles.


  11. stacy says:

    What, Barb? The pork rinds weren’t enough? (gaaaag!) 🙂

    Okay, you are definitely getting a piece of that Marietta Diner dessert on me when we go back – you can take it home and share it w/Allen! And speaking of…I need to reschedule for next week — I have to fly to Newark Wednesday for a funeral. 🙁

  12. Hey, what’s with all of this OTP planning? Do you know where you are? 😉

    Sorry to hear that you have to attend a funeral Stacy. Best of luck…

  13. RanLiCoop says:

    Mmm, Delicato, scorpions, Doo-Doo Riverdance, the pink fuzzy bikini, competing with Paulie ’til 3am and the porn movie that wasn’t… fond memories of Dahlonega, indeed. Happy Belated Anniversary, Barb & Allen!

    As for the flushable scrubbers, I would suggest Target – I think Lisa finds them there. If you need them in a hurry, come on up for a visit, we have several packets of them laying around 😉


  14. stacy says:

    Thanks, Paulie! Yup, Newark is definitely waaaaaay OTP. 😉 It’s a sad thing but also I get to see a lot of family; my Mom’s already there (haven’t seen her in over a year!) – so is it wrong to say that although it really sucks, I’m also looking forward to it? Oh! That and I get to actually leave Newark when I get there and go to Pennsylvania instead. 🙂 Don’t be surprised if you get that obligatory postcard….

  15. Oooh, I had blocked out Riverdance and pink fuzzy bikini, along with Lisa stepping on me in the middle of the night because I slept on your floor and the fact that I struck out with both of the women that I was hitting on that weekend. Maybe it wasn’t such a great experience for me after all… 😉

    Target was where I was looking on Saturday. I meant to look in Kroger when I went there after Target but my aging mind quickly dismissed this notion and I didn’t.

    Newark? I was referring to the Marietta Diner as being waaay OTP! 😛 I’ll be looking for a postcard. You know they say that NJ is the “Garden State.”

  16. Barb says:

    AND – Stacy can drink some Yuengling in the state it is actually brewed. (have we mentioned Yuengling in this post yet?) I think it is a new rule that the word Yuengling has to be typed daily somewhere in this blog…..

  17. Terri (SW) says:

    I loved AMERICAN HARDCORE! I saw it in the theatres. Focused too much on Bad Brains (which didn’t bother me…). I had another minor gripe with the coverage, although it escapes me as it has been nearly a year since I saw the film. Atlanta had an awesome hardcore scene and since most of my friends were little skater gutter rats, I listened to quite a bit. Of course, my heart was still in the rainy northwest of England (long suffering Smiths fan), but I kept that mostly to myself ’round those types ;).

    I had several friends in hardcore bands…in fact, I got my ankle tattoo at a venue called Visions on my seventeenth birthday during an Act of Faith show.

    Soooo Punk RAWK!

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