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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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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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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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Moments

One of my favorite things is taking a stroll to nowhere on a sunny and warm day like today, wearing flips flops and just humming pleasantly to myself. I mean, a real doo-dee-doo kind of stroll and humm…

Even better when I walk by those who look much less than fortunate, and right when I pass them and they’re about to look away never assuming me or anyone else would pay them the least bit of attention- I look straight at them and greet them with a big fat smile and hello.This stuff thrills me like I cannot explain. I know that smile and hello makes a difference. Those are moments for me. Big ones. And moments that just make me so thankful for my dirty flip flops, being able to walk with two healthy legs, have an overwhelming amount of family and friends that love me and feel that regular Saturday sunshine others might never get to feel.

Thank you sunny Saturday, for letting me walk down your street smiling, making moments and getting lessons I won’t forget.
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Wanna Share?

On the salsa subject- anyone have a great recipe to send me? It really is my favorite “condiment” and I’d love to try a new twist on the traditional. If you want me to, I’ll even post the recipe here and share it with everyone to make lotsa belly’s happy!

Mmm…chips and salsa, burritos and salsa, wraps and salsa, eggs and salsa…
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Get Ready To Stuff Your Face

May is National Salsa Month.

“For Real.” 
What better place to feature than a place called Flaming Amy’s Burrito Barn. Yum. This place is good eatin’.
So I looked up some info. on this supposed national salsa month and apparently it’s true. I’m continually amazed to find out there’s a month/group club for every kind of anything. Just found out there’s National Corn Dog Day. Love it. 
If some of you like it hot, here’s a recipe to spice up your life. If you are stumped for a good gift idea, here’s a place to buy someone a membership to the salsa of the month club. What? You want to learn how to shake what yo mamma gave ya? Here’s a bit of video help. You’ll be a pro salsa dancer before you know it.
Happy face stuffing and shakin’ it!
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