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Man, I can not believe how much bacon I saw at one sitting.  It was enough to generate a trip to the heart hospital ER.  Tonight, at the bacon tweet up at Burd Ford there were three tables filled with bacon goodies.  From bacon soup to cookies with bacon.  I was an amazing display of Bacon. The bacon sushi surprised me the most.  Here are some pics I took of the bacon yum yums. Great to meet @IndyGirlInLove and @CircleCitySpuds for the first time.

The start of the Blue Mile #BrewMile

We had a blast at the Blue Mile  Brew Mile event at Detour Indy last night with @CS_Indy, @Da_Rhettster, and @PeteRose82 . The run was to raise money for Back On My Feet. As we were registering, CS and I were asked by a race person( @BlueMile), if one of us was Kahuna.  We thought she was going to kick us out for the jokes we made on twitter before the race about doping up on bacon.

We walked  a half mile south of the restaurant on the Monon Trail.  There was some confusion before the race on where to start.  We were told, correctly, that the start line was a block south of the restaurant.  When we went there, we were the only one’s there and thought the race organizers were giving us fat people a hard time. By making us walk even further than a mile.   They gave away prizes before the race for people who have not run a half mile in the last six months and such.  My favorite award was for the people who’s weight began with a 3.  Another highlight was CS yelling “When you get out of high school and stop working out, you will look like me and Kahuna” to a high school cross country team. I agree with CS, that day will come for them. Our goals for this one mile run were simple, don’t get lost, survive, and don’t get arrested.

The Starting line

MaM loved completing her first organized run even though she was threatened that if she did beat @CS_Indy, she would not get a ride home from the race.  I later found out that CS was given the same threat by his girlfriend.  If he didn’t win, he was walking home.  We were off to a great start running like we were being chased by the police.  This burst of energy was over in about 200 feet and we started walking.  To try and slow CS down, I started yelling that I have candy and bacon.  This guy was a monster. I didn’t think that anything would stop him.  Until I yellad, “I have donuts!”  To which he stopped and turned around and yelled back “What type?”  I think some of the bigger runners( myself included) were surprised that we had to trot up a small hill. I can say from an experienced fatty, we all loved wal-running down the hill. I was worried about CS’s health after MaM shoved him off the course and ha was grabbing his knee. CS was in take no prisoners mode and took off like a bat out of hell, well as a person of weight AKA POW, more like a really slow sports car. But he caught  6 year old MaM at the half way point and flew past her.  MaM decided that she was’t going to take his crap decided that she was going to catch him.  She passed him about 20 feet before the finish line. The best part of the race was the end, where we all got to share a craft beer.  The best thing about registering a six year old in a Brew Mile race, tow drink tickets.  Not sure how CS got home. If you see him, ask.

@BlueMile and I after the race

 Be sure to head out to their next event in Greenwood and the Oaken Barrel on July 20th.

I hit the Naptown buzz bacon tweetup last night.  There was a ton of bacon there. I felt my heart stop as I walked into the Left Bank Indy, the event host.  There were about 60 people enjoying all things bacon. There was bacon sushi, chili, chips, steak, soup, pasta and even bacon oatmeal.  That was the only thing I didn’t try because I don’t eat  oatmeal. I heard that there were bacon brownies, however I didn’t see them.  I am pretty sure that I tried bacon strips that were covered in bacon bits. I was really hoping to have someone use the shock paddles on me to restart my heart.  I guess that bucket list item will have to happen another time.

You were suppose to bring a bacon treat or a pound of bacon.   I started to cry to the person at the check in desk that my bacon was stolen from my car. I started to cry because I didn’t think that she was going to let me in. The story may have changed a couple of times while I was crying, but I think they bought my story. Unfortunately, my bacon was either stolen or I forgot it, epending on who asked me where my bacon was.  I got lucky when KJ, from the Smiley Morning Show, asked where to drop off her bacon. I told her that I would take it to the kitchen area for her.  Yes, I claimed that bacon to be my own. Yes, I took her bacon and told the ownser of Left Bank Indy that my bacon had been recovered. LOL They bought it, I think

On the plus side, I didn’t have a heart attack from all the bacon and I won a hat. On the minus side, I was up four pounds on the scale. I even got to give an acceptance speech for winning my hat. Then I realized that you don’t give speeches for winning pull tab prizes.

Look out for the next tweetup, it is suppose to have a chocolate theme. I can’t wait to break out my chocolate man-bikini. Yes, it’s edible and I look like a fudge covered sasquatch. And it tastes delicious.

Until the next time,
Take Care and Be Safe,
Kahuna

Have we moved from the social norms of typical communication? Has active listening lost it’s place? The more I travel down the rabbit hole, the more scared I become of a degradation of the communication structure. Social media sites, such as Twitter and Facebook, allow individuals to blast messages at a high rate without as much as a pulse as to whether or not they are bing seen or even read. There are analytics out there that track page rate and click rates. However the average user who is not marketing a brand or product does not track these figures. Or even care.

Think about how many messages you see in a typical day. Yes, I included my drivel into that mix. On some days it makes my head spin. Especially when all I see is links to products or services people are trying to ‘market’. I try to create a dialogue. Some sort of chatter. A back and forth conversation. I am not running a business so I don’t get selective on who I communicate with. I enjoy the dialogue. Although I am not sending out any heavy thought concepts, I enjoy what others have to say on everyday topics. One of the more active threads that popped up recently was when i asked chicken pot pie or hot pocket. That kind of blew up. Many of the responses were joking around, dialogue was created. If you are looking to start some crazy chatter, type almost anything relating to #Bacon. Not sure why, but peeps are very passionate about #Bacon.

I just feel that listening needs to be more active part in this digital age. Listening and comprehending what is being said is just as important as sending out messages.

Just a thought, not a rant,(If it was a rant, you would know it)

Kahuna