Author:bluelollipoproad

May 28, 2009 In Uncategorized

Mmm Mmm Good

I just heard about Crazy Charly and his bbq sauce. Does this guy look like a character or what? I thought it was a joke when I heard he used coffee in the recipe. Can you say yummy? The only thing better than bbq sauce made with coffee would be bbq sauce made with coffee and chocolate. That would be my three favorite things in one jar. 

Dangerous.

Time to stock up for all the summertime soirees!
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May 27, 2009 In Uncategorized

Cheers!

The start of party, travel and wedding season is upon us. If you’re one of those people like me who tries to find fun and non-traditional gifts for any occasion, or you’ll do anything to avoid buying that green towel or spatula set in the registry, look no further. I found a fabulous idea:

Cocktails.
Here’s where you can buy drinks for your friends at a bar when you’re not even there. Hook the newlyweds up with a bottle of champagne to help them enjoy a honeymoon evening, get your little bro and his group of buddies a round of shots for his 21st birthday 10 states away, or surprise your girls with some martinis so you can still feel like you’re celebrating with them even though you’re stuck working at home on your annual girls weekend.
What’s not to love about this service? I’m not sure of anyone who wouldn’t be thrilled to find out their bar tab was already paid for at the beginning of a fun night out.
Here’s a toast to summer!
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May 25, 2009 In Uncategorized

Heroes

I read last week that the U.S troop death toll since the beginning of the war was 4,300. When I saw that number, it literally made me feel sick to my stomach. I had no idea it was anywhere near this high. I’m not proud to admit it, but I think I sometimes avoid reading these facts because they make me sad. I can’t begin to imagine how the families of these fallen troops must feel. 

I decided to take a road trip out of town for this Memorial Day weekend. As I was zooming up I-95 Friday night with all my windows down enjoying the warm air and feeling of total freedom, I couldn’t stop thinking of this number. 4,300. That’s just this war and just so far I kept thinking. That’s 4,300 families who weren’t going to be able to have the usual burger and a beer with their loved one this weekend like a lot of us traditionally do. As I was cruising with these thoughts I hit a huge traffic jam. After about an hour inching along, traffic came to a stop so I put my car in park. When cars finally started moving again mine didn’t. There I was in the middle lane of I-95 on Friday night Memorial Day weekend with a car that I couldn’t get to move. 
Not 2 seconds later, a young guy pulled next to me and ran over with a smile to help. Before I could greet him he was looking under the hood, scurrying around my car to try to find the problem and assuring me that “I’m a mechanic.” While I was sitting shocked still in my drivers seat reaching for my AAA card wondering what the heck to do, a woman ran up and asked if she could help too. She then pulled her car behind mine because she “didn’t want me to get hit.” She literally stood in the middle of the highway (did I mention I-95?!-75 mph traffic!?) waving people around me. I’ve had my share of car issues in the past and I am used to the AAA call, tow truck- whatever. I am not used to being the middle lane of I-95 on a holiday weekend with two strangers about to be hit, as cars whiz by screaming “Get the hell out of the road.” Yikes.
Without going into too much more detail. These good samaritans got my car to the side of the road for safety. The young guy somehow managed from there to get it running and moving like new all within 30 minutes. At that point the guy offers to follow me to the next gas station to make sure I am OK. The woman who was helping must have seen a sticker or something on his car and asked him if he was in the military to which he responded something about 3 plus years Marine and he was headed to DC. She responded something about miltary as well for her and thirty years, then a wave and smile at me (still sitting in my drivers seat) “Good luck and take care!” and she was off. I barely had time to get a thank you out to her before she was gone.
The young guy followed me to the rest stop where I finally was able to get out of the car, shake his hand, introduce myself and thank him a hundred times. (His girlfriend was with him and was equally as wonderful.) His name was Rob. I’m not sure what Rob the Marine was headed to do in DC on this Memorial Day weekend but I could probably guess. I thanked him again, gave him my card hoping he’d email me or be in touch at some point somehow so I could thank him yet again or send him a gift of some kind. I drove off thinking- did that just happen?
You can’t make this stuff up people.
I was happily speeding up the interstate, in deep thought on Memorial Day weekend about fallen heroes and what I would write on this very post to give thanks to any and every service person and their family, mid-thought my car breaks down and I am rescued in an instant by two service people?! One who had served 3 years and one 30? 
Anyone who doesn’t think things happen for a reason, think again. 
On this weekend when boats, beaches and bbq’s are in full swing, lets remember the reason why we can enjoy it all. I won’t forget ever again. I’m just sorry it took me this long to really understand the meaning of this weekend.
Thank you Rob the Marine and short-haired woman in whatever branch you are/were in. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name. I’m home safe and sound. Hope you are too from your travels. Thanks for being two of America’s finest and all your help.
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May 22, 2009 In Uncategorized

This Guy Is Still Looking Up?

I watched this special on optimism a couple weeks ago. I don’t lounge and channel flip much these days, but that nights lounge time turned out to be time very well spent.

Michael J. Fox, and so many others who are living with horrible illness, have made the choice to keep looking up and be thankful for their every moment. Not only do these people have good attitudes, but they create foundations, raise money and help educate. (Wouldn’t you want to just sit down and cry? I think it’d be pretty hard not to want to have an everyday pity party myself.) I am so humbled by people like this and as I sit here and type with healthy fingers on a sunny morning, all I can do is shake my head and think, man am I lucky. (That and I need, want and will do more to “give back” to my community.)
Perspective.
What a great thing. 
Bravo to M.J.F and all those people out there who take the unfair cards life deals sometimes and use them to be inspiring examples. Thank you.
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May 21, 2009 In Uncategorized

Tables, Cheeks and Storm Troopers Oh My

This past weekend in San Francisco was the Bay to Breakers 12k. After viewing some great photos of the event, I’m siting here trying to come up with words for the insane “costumes” (or lack there of) and characters that participate in this race. I’ll just go ahead and let the following images speak for themselves. Tables. Cheeks. Storm Troopers. 

Apparently there were an estimated 62,000 participants. (From “serious runners to beer-guzzling revelers.” Nice.) That’s a huge crowd of half-drunk/half-dressed people to push through and try to make your way back to meet up with friends. Actually, I can’t imagine it matters much if you lose your friends in this kind of crowd. I’m thinking that if you’ve seen (ahem) all of what that guy/girl running next to you was born with, I’m sure they’d be pretty open to sharing some time and conversation with pretty much any stranger.
Supposedly the city enforced some new rules this year in an attempt to cut down on some trash issues and debauchery. Fom what images I’ve seen and stories I’ve read, any regulation on this enormous whacky race seem pretty pointless. Can you imagine a police officer blowing his whistle and yelling for someone to “stop!” whatever-ing while 10 hairy guys run by with nothing on but tutus? Poor guy wouldn’t have a chance stopping anyone.
You’ve gotta love the never ending color and flavor of San Francisco. Next May is year 99 of the race, so start sewing your outfit or testing shades of body-paint now. There’s some serious competition out there that I’m sure will be ready to give you a “run” for your money!
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May 19, 2009 In Uncategorized

Calling All High School And College Grads

It’s that time of year. Pomp and Circumstance and huh?…what am I supposed to do with the rest of my life and how do I get there? (Don’t worry kids, there are plenty of us who aren’t quite sure either at 30, 40, 50 and 60 years old.) Somehow if you just to roll with things (in a pointed way of course) and are able to be patient, things just end up working out somehow. For the meantime though, here’s an awesome organization that might help open your eyes and thoughts on some options for you:

Roadtrip Nation was started a few years back by two college guys Mike and Nate from California. (By the way if you email these guys, they actually email you back personally. Love that.) They went on a cross-country summer road trip, curious to interview and learn how everyone from business exec’s to lobstermen found their “open roads” for their lives/careers. The stories in this book are fascinating and a lot of times unexpected.

These Roadtrip Nation guys have created quite a movement encouraging and providing a way for a ton of young people to travel around the world interviewing and listening to stories of those living their lives based on what they’re passionate about. What an excellent thing. Read their Manifesto. Can’t argue with it one bit.
Here’s to blocking the noise and finding your open road. Congrats class of 2009!
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