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Thursday, August 21, 2014

The Commoner's Throw Back Thursday

This was fun last time! I'm doing it again!!

Spring 2014-San Francisco Rock and Roll Half Marathon  FUN FUN FUN
AT&T Park 2010  Hit some home runs already!
Beautiful Bella
Crazy fun trip to New York with Lori and Kristen.  Bring on the PIZZAAAAA
Me and My cousin Pat when we were little!
The Family at Danny's Graduation!!
Uncle Rocky back in the day!
My feet which carry me a gajillion running miles!!
This is Rob from I don't know when!  But he had a victory of some sort!

Family Portrait Time!

Throw Back Thursday!!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Commoner and the Ice Bucket Challenge

I have mocked the ice challenge since it's first go around which involved chugging bear and giving to the charity of your choice.  Then it came around again with rules and a focus.  I'm not making light of ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease.  Real Sports with Bryant Gumble (my favorite ever morning host) did a special last year about the guy who was the kicker for the Saints only a few years ago.  To watch him be destroyed by the disease who's cruelest aspect is that your mind never weakens even when your body no longer functions and your voice no longer works and you are very aware of what is going to happen to you.   Google Steve Gleason, read his story, weep -because you will- and then donate and dunk your head.  It's truly heart breaking.

So I never supported this challenge because the whole purpose seemed to be to not donate.  But for every one who does dunk ice there are probably 2 who donate.  And ALS is now being googled all over the world.

My cousin Gina told me she was going to challenge me -I said don't.  She didn't.  But then little Sophia a 4th grader whom I taught when I was in the classroom and who's family I love dearly challenged me and I had to do it.

So without further  adieu  my five favorite Bucket Challenges and please donate to this disease  or read the Gleason story and donate however you think best

http://www.teamgleason.org/donate/









  Ben and Jenn-because with the demise of Jay and B-they are my last favorite celebrity couple



The Rockets because they are awesome and I really wanted to be one.
David Beckham because he's not wearing a shirt

Derek Jeter because he's the captain


George Bush-because he's a lot of fun as an ex president. Come on admit it.

I would share mine with you but I don't know how to do it. Let's say it involved more ice than water, and was really hard to lift. So hard that I missed most of myself. 

If you are challenged try it-if you aren't donate-if you are donate-read about the disease. Count your blessings.



Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Commoners Go To The Giants Game

Kristen was on a fun tare for the last week of vacation.  Do we want to go to the Giants game she asked?  We all said "YES".  So Tuesday after work (we were back at let's get ready to rumble) We met at my house and off we went.

Let me tell the story through the pictures on my phone.

This park is the best place ever.  The Giants lead the Major Leagues in attendance and it's no wonder.  The park is an attraction in itself and the game is the background to all that makes it great.  These were our seats.


The first thing you do is eat the garlic fries.  You have to eat them it's a requirement.  Trust me on this.  Do it.  This guy turns out to be from New York and he was there to visit one of the players who is from the same home town as him.  He was showing pictures of the guy and text messages.  He made me swear to not say his name.  But don't panic the player was great.  I wanted Kristen to get this guys number-she didn't.
Ever since the time we dissed Fergie's dad I take strangers with connections at their word but with proof.  


We went back to our seats and watched the game.  See us watching the game?  The game was boring for 8 innings.  There was only one hit until then so we entertained ourselves with selfies.
The guy in front of me had ice on his shoulder.  There was no evidence he was hit with a foul ball. Our seats were under the cover.  You would have to be hit by a line drive.  This was random and I never figured it out.

More selfies.  Do you see behind me?  That was the popcorn stand. I kept asking the lady for free popcorn.  I kept saying just pass some over because we have to smell it and all.  She kept making this no nodding face which to me said.  Ask again later.  Unfortunately when she closed up we had left our seats to walk.
This is the garbage pail that is behind my seat.  You can see it in the selfie above.  It stunk and I had to be really careful not to lean my head back or that handle which was filthy would be my head rest.  I spent the whole game leaning forward-or on Beth.
Since no one on the field from either team was really playing we decided to go for a walk.  If you come to a Giant's game (and you must) don't forget to walk the park.  Do it first before you decide what to eat.  (The garlic fries are mandatory however).  We realized that the popcorn stand was keeping us warm.  It was a lot colder on our walk.
That's Angel Pagan on the score board.  He's very handsome with these deep dark eyes.  I was hoping Rosa would meet him.  I'm so good with setting my friends up with available people.
On your walk of the ball field (you could literally NEVER have to sit in your seat so buy a cheap one on your first visit) make sure to look at the water and the kayakers etc.  I think they left at this point because NO ONE WAS HITTING THE BALL. This yacht was cool.  If Rosa became involved with Angel Pagan we could watch all the games from a yacht.
We went back to our seats and guess what?  It was RALLY time!  The Giants had tied the game.  The Giants are having a rough season so that was something.  I had never noticed that people do this to their hats but they do and Beth was on it.  She kept it on even when the other team was at bat because it was working.  Apparently you aren't supposed to do this but I had never even heard of this before.

We made good friends with our usher and she told Beth you don't wear the rally hat when the other team is at bat.  So Beth switched it and you know what happened? The White Sox scored.  It's all about the mojo.
If the rally hat works don't take it off.

Did I tell you it was Grateful Dead night?  We missed it.  Well Beth didn't we dropped her and Rosa off at the curb and they made it to see parts of the Grateful Dead play.   Beth's a rocker chick.

That was it.  When you can go to a ball game at AT&T park you have to.  When people say what should I do in San Francisco I say go to a GIANTS game.  

Don't remove the rally hat though.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Throwback Thursday Commoner Style

I rarely do Throw Back Thursday because I am always posting old pictures.  I decided however that I should blog some because I have a lot of pictures.  So I will pick some random ones.


This is me running this winter.  I barely look like I'm moving.
This is Rob the time we had the seats at the very TOP of AT&T Park.  I think this was three years ago.
This is Benjie when he was a brand new puppy.  This is 7 years ago.  He was SO CUTE!!!!!!!
This is my van almost 3 years ago.  This is when the Garbage truck hit me and then blamed me for it happening.
This is one of my cool Carleo relatives.  
This is my cousin Lori during one of my let's go to New York for a week and get crazy.  
This is my mother on her first holy communion!  She always looked the same.
This is the Jameson's Factory in Dublin.  Don't forget DO NOT SHOOT THE WHISKEY!! That's the problem with you Americans...
Brotherly bonding over video games...


Meghan and Rob the day she bought her car.  Two years ago I believe.

TBT to last week.  This bar is called Hurricane City.  The drink in the cup is a Hurricane.  This was the setting of the best night ever.  Yes that's Rob's Corona.  New Orleans 2014

Have a great TBT Ya'all

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Things the Commoner Sees Running

One thing I have noticed about marathon training is that surprisingly I never get bored.  The time is warped and I actually never really know how long I've runned even when I am achingly aware of EVERY single mile.  One runner to entertain herself started making patterns of her running maps.

One woman mapped out her running routes so her Nike map would look like men's body parts.  I don't know how she had the time for this.   She's dedicated to her running for sure.

I'm always happy when I run.  I'm the runner who always smiles and waves at you because I'm happy to be out there.  It means I don't have an injury, I'm healthy, and somehow I have time.  So first thing of not being bored I'm looking for you so I can wave.  (Plus if I go missing you may be able to identify me)
So today started out as a mundane five mile run.  Except today there were some events that were interesting, terrifying, and unusual.  But luckily-no snakes.
First thing I noticed was a pack of runners coming my way.  I never see a pack of runners and I thought it might be the military but then I realized they were fire fighters.  That was fun!! I passed on the urge to turn around and run with them ONLY because I thought I could never keep up.
I actually got this picture from another runner's blog.  Apparently we think  alike.
 I continued on my run-the part where I pass my house and drop off my water belt before finishing.  Now I always have to be aware of people around me because let's face it-I'm a lone (I really find my running therapeutic and usually prefer it that way) and there are bad people out there.  I notice a guy walking his two dogs.  I'm worried mostly that he will steel my belt.  I leave it outside while I go for the rest of my run-so far no one wants my snotty water belt so it's been good.  He turns and goes back and I go okay lets run.

As I get closer I notice these aren't dogs. These are SHEEP!  And they are freaked out by me and start knocking over their teenage sheep walking dude.  Hello -my neighborhood is not a place of farms its a subdivision!  Plus I am not a native rancher I never know what's going on.  So I have to apologize and say I'm sorry are you walking your sheep?  Where are you from?  I'm sorry I made them mad. Good God walking a sheep.
Seriously I've seen it all.

I continued on my run and made a left turn when this car came careening around the curve.  I had to jump to avoid being hit.  That's great I started to think.  Hurray I have almost been hit by a car.  At least I know the hunky firemen are close by to save me.  Where are they anyway?
I sweat like crazy when I run.  TMI?  Sorry I do.  I sweat like a lunatic.  So the first drops I felt I thought were somehow my own.  But then I noticed it was actually rain drops!  Woo Hoo rain!! You know my trail needs that I'm actually excited.  Except when I look at the sky and realize I've seen that sky before -we could very well have lightening.  This forced me out from under the trees and into the street.

But I thought Hey if I do get struck by lightening there's help running around here somewhere!
Today's run finished off strong.  I'm excited about running. It is never boring I swear.
This song came on during my run.  I love it.

New Orleans Picture of the day
This picture is from outside O'Brian's in Bourbon Street.  Of course the Irish bar in town invented the hurricane.  If you go there drink one.  Then try and walk back to your hotel.  Good luck

Sunday, August 3, 2014

The Commoner and the Best Trip Ever (New Orleans Edition)

The City List Project is going along this fine.  But honestly?  All the other cities are going to have a hard time keeping up with New Orleans.  Since I was a little girl I've wanted to go there.  I have no idea why-it's just a place where I've wanted to go.  I've thought and thought how to write this blog and do the trip justice.  The best strategy I think is to pick some of my pictures.  



We had a bit of a night a bit of a morning and two full days.  The first thing we did was go to the Concierge and that guy set us up!  We took the street car down St. Charles Street and got to see the beautiful houses in the Garden District.  This is where the rich southerners of New Orleans live.  Also it's where Brad and Angelina live.  I could live here!
Family is pretty huge in New Orleans.  We took the trolley and got off at Audubon Park.   We noticed this statue that a family had built to honor their father.  It would be great if my family did this for me.  I'm just saying.
We took a two hour bus tour.  Our guide was Henry.  If you go to NOLA take this tour, but make sure you have Henry to guide you.  This house was destroyed in Katrina.  The Ninth Ward was something to see.The water rose over the roof. I have nothing else to say about that.
This is the St. Louis Cathedral.  I like to go to churches when I travel.  I liked this church because you can see it from both Bourbon Street and Jackson Square.  The Louisiana Purchase was signed in this church.

I could easily live near Lake Ponchetrain.  The way I see it I live on a Fault Line-I obviously take nature chances.  I loved New Orleans that much-I'm not even lying.
Okay listen.   You can take your Bella and RPatz -bear eating vampires.  You can take your Stephanie Meyer wimpy Vampires.  You can take your crappy 50 Shades of Grey.  Long before they were turning out crap there was Anne Rice.  There was The Vampire Lestat and her freaky Snow White Sex Stories.  She lives in this house.  Henry recommended The Feast of All Saints.  Someday I'll have time to read it.  I actually really love her.  I would have sat on her porch and drank lemonade with her if I could.
We attended the Louie Armstrong Jazz Festival.  I think one of the things I always was intrigued with was the music of NOLA.  Music is every where.  It's great too.  I wonder how so many talented musicians could come from one place.   The music drifting from the clubs, restaurants, hotels, and street corners draws you in like a magical siren.  You lose yourself in the talent.  
On Thursday we ate at NOLA's.  It belongs to Emeril.  I love him I always have.  The food was outstanding.  That food and the service may have been the best restaurant meal I've ever had.  This picture is not from NOLA.  This is from some terrible Italian Restaurant on Bourbon Street.  We went in because they let us sit on the balcony.  The balconies look just like you think they will.  It's the most fun ever to be on Bourbon Street on Friday night.
Beignets-eat them.  They are heavenly.
I believe in Voodoo.  The real kind.  Of course I do.  Anyway I searched everywhere for a real voodoo doll.  A very specific one.  I wanted to poke needles in it and seek my revenge.  Guess what.  You can't buy them.  Henry told us the best real voodoo shop to go to (it's not this one).  We asked her about it.  She said it was illegal to sell evil voodoo dolls in New Orleans.  You could only buy the ones that bring you luck.  She had them-she couldn't sell them.  That's how you know its true.  Someone got off lucky.

There was so much more to this trip then in this travel blog.  I'll probably do another one some day.  But I'll tell you this.  This was hands down the BEST time I've ever had.  There's something special about New Orleans and it's people.  I was a very smart little girl to have always wanted to go here.  You should go too.  I will probably write more some day.  Because I haven't told you about the Hurricanes, The Hand Grenades, and the Grave Yards.  Or the Wolf.  


I heard this song today while running.  It reminded me of Bourbon Street and Friday night-and the band and the dancing and the singing.