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So while futzing around on the internet this evening I checked officedepotracing.com to find it live and active. YEY.  SO while I hoped to do a Stewart-Haas racing post this weekend I got sucked into playing on the officedepotracing.com website and that post will have to wait…it’s late and I am too tired to even think about putting the thought into that post that it needs.

Anyway- the office depot racing site is pretty fun actually.  It requires flash 9.0 to be installed in Firefox but it was worth waiting for the download (yes I still have dialup. Shut up).  Just the different backgrounds on the different sections make me smile.  There is currently a contest up on their website where winners can win: A VIP trip to a NASCAR race,  HOT Laps with Tony and a $14,000 Office Depot shopping spree with Tony (hello New computer! and pens! And Stickies! and maybe a new desk! Gads I would be in office supply heaven!).  There are also some nice wallpapers- that will be fun for work because I definitely need to get rid of the old homedepot one I have up! And a place to submit questions for Tony…that might be fun if I could think of something intelligent enough to ask (like I said…I’m tired! Maybe I will think of one tomorrow).

Other than that there is the usual information, driver bio, crew chief bio, show car and driver appearance schedule, pictures and news.

Here is this week’s Friday Fill-in (Number 109!):

1. I’d really like a venti iced black tea lemonade with extra ice right now.

2. Expletives is are the words you’d most often hear me say if I stubbed my toe.

3. Possession is nine tenths of the law (according to my father).

4. Johnny Depp is Captain Jack Sparrow.

5. Marshmallows and fire go together like non-tainted peanut butter and jelly.

6. “Keep on rocking baby/Til the night is gone/on and on and on”.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to going home, tomorrow my plans include cleaning and Sunday, I want to do something fun!

To the MI-5 last week:

  1. When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house I had only two things on my mind, Paul Newman and a ride home. –The Outsiders by SE Hinton
  2. When Uther Pendragon was king of England his vassal the Duke of Cornwall was reported to have committed acts of war against the land. –The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights by John Steinbeck
  3. I was ninety nine percent sure I was dreaming. — New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
  4. “You must not tell anyone” my mother said “what I am about to tell you.” The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston
  5. Witch: When shall we three meet again- in thunder, lightning or rain?- Macbeth by Shakespeare.

My books had no rhyme nor reason…just five that I pulled off and grabbed a first line from.

Roxy Update

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Roxy is doing much better today. Yesterday she was quite out of it most of the day and fairly freaked out by the buster cone collar. She then spent most of the evening last night doing one of the following things:

  • Trying to get the buster cone collar off. At one point she successfully removed one of the bands holding it on. Luckily we caught her doing that.
  • Staring at us with an expression of WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
  • Resisting sleep. We weren’t sure if it was because she didn’t like trying to sleep with the collar on or if it was her leg that was bothering her or if it was a bizarre reaction to the medication but she would refuse to lay down. She would just stand in the middle of the room like a cow in a pasture with a blank look in her eye. Towards the end of the evening she would sit…but refuse to lay…which meant she was either leaning up against a chair or a bed sleeping in the sitting position or she would dose off til her head fell forward and the collar hit the ground and then she would wake up again.

She did eventually settle down in her kitchen bed (she has a bed in a couple of places throughout the house) and sleep. She isn’t suppose to jump so we lock her into the kitchen with the baby gate.

Today when I went home for lunch to check on her she seemed a lot happier. She seems to have gotten use to having a conehead and is getting better at judging distances with it on. She still freaks out a little bit if she hits it into something and it makes a loud noise. Over all though she was just a happier dog. Don’t believe me? check out this picture:

Roxy Feeling Better and Taking Satellite Signals

Roxy Feeling Better and Taking Satellite Signals

Roxy the Conehead

Roxy the Conehead

Roxy had minor surgery today (tuesday) on her back leg to remove a cyst.  She hates the Buster collar.  She tries to remove it constantly, when she is not staring at us with this WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME look on her face, or trying to sleep standing up because she doesn’t want to bend her leg.  She is really quite pitiful and paces around. She doesn’t want to lay down- its obviously hurts her little leg. She has to wear the collar for 14 days…but I don’t think the collar will make it that long frankly. We will see.

I have Klutz bred into my genes.  My father and brother are both sure-footed avid outdoorsmen. They fish and hunt and most recently do some mountain biking.  My mother however can trip on an “air pocket” on even, paved ground and unfortunately I have her genes.  Let’s not even start about walking on uneven ground.

Anyway, last week was a particularly bad week for the non-gracefulness that is me.  My mom was sure I was on some sort of self-destruct path.  It started with a simple walk down the hallway at work.  I whacked my arm so hard into the door jam that it literally ached for hours.  I called my mother an hour after I did it and asked her how do you know if you have broken a bone.  It hurt that bad.  You would think that with it hurting that badly (I have a fairly high pain tolerance) that I would have at least a bruise. Not even a mark.

Then last week I was walking into work with one of the techs. We are just walking down the hall and talking when I trip over nothing and go flying down the hall.  Now picture in your head me carrying my big pink and brown tote bag and I start to trip and my fall is broken by a lovely rolling table that is smack in the middle of our hall. Because of the force I hit the table  and because the table has casters (wheels) – I end up ON the table belly down flying down the hall on the rolly-table heading towards the back of a gray leather couch.  Now on the other side of the gray leather couch is a gorgeous frosted glass coffee table.  If the tech hadn’t jumped in between the rolling table and the couch and stopped me from my wild ride down the hall I probably would have ended up hitting the couch sliding off the table  over the back of the couch and right into that lovely frosted glass coffee table.  I called it my flying walinda act. My mom called it table surfing.  Whatever you call it, I was MORTIFIED.  FREAKING MORTIFIED.  It was definitely worse than the time that I was walking down the stairs in my building two buildings ago and ended up tripping and falling down half a flight of stairs.  Yeah. I told you I was a  klutz.  I just hope my nephew has graceful genes.

From Lisa the Bolds are the ones that apply to me:

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland


I know there is an incredible amount of stress and worry in everyone’s lives right now because of the state of the economy.  How are you dealing? I am imploring you- my readers, stumblers into my domain, and all else who end up at this entry for whatever reason- to share with me. There are times right now  where I am completely and totally overcome and overwhelmed with the heaviness of fear and worry about things like my job, the jobs of my family and friends, that it is nearly paralysing to me because the “what-if” worrier in me takes over and says things like “what if you get laid off, and then what if you can’t find another job” and on and on until I have dug myself firmly into a spiraling black hole of worry and despair.  It’s scary out there people. SCARY. How are you coping? Cuz I barely am.