1-Have you ever noticed there are words you've seen in print that you may have never technically heard spoken? Words like "Wiseacre"--I always verbally read it as "wise cracker" but given the way it's spelled, it should be said "wise acre". Now, I have NEVER in my life heard anyone say "wise acre", and just uttering it now sounds goofy and not right. Another one: "cache". My mind always reads it as "stash", even though it's either "cash" or "cashay". Of course, anyone stumbling onto my blog and seeing my last name, Dziezynski, would tell me I have no right to complain.
2-I like running in the rain. It's an infinitely more enjoyable experience than running on a hot day. Today was one of those rare rainy afternoons in Boulder so I couldn't resist sneaking in a 6 mile trail run. When I got to the trailhead, a large group was getting ready to hike/run/cavort. It turns out it was a group of mildly retarded adults and their chaperones. It was kind of cool, they all seemed to dig the novelty of going out in the rain. Anyhow, the retarded people were identified by wearing a light blue top and black pants or shorts--the exact same color, down to the shade of blue, I was wearing. I think they had "trail helpers" too, who were encouraging the runners, giving them high fives, etc. When I passed them (and I've been running 5-6 times a week since March), I didn't get a high five but I did overhear the remark, "Wow, that guy is the fastest one in group so far". So, if nothing else, I know I'd have a shot to medal in the Special Olympics.
3-My "parking spot neighbor" has a Nunuvut sticker on his/her car, as do I. They are literally about 2 feet apart, the back left of my car the back right of theirs. I find this unique since I've never seen any other Nunuvut sticker on any other car ever, even in Nunuvut.
