- Today I finally actually held my nephew. I decided it has been too long since I held a baby. Why is it when you are sitting on a couch with a fresh newborn cuddled up on your chest the world kinda of slips away?
- I was almost thirty minutes late coming back from lunch. Why? See first bullet!
- Last week Roxy did the strangest thing she has ever done. Well strange for her…probably not strange for dogs…but definitely strange for her: The methodically pulled everything out of the laundry basket (clean) and onto the floor…one item at a time. This is weird because Roxy is usually afraid of the laundry basket and if its in the same room as her she won’t go anywhere near it. Apparently somehow her ball got in it but we have tried this before and she still usually will not go anywhere near it. When my dad told me I didn’t believe him. Until I saw her doing it a bit later with my own eyes. It’s really quite something to see…she drags each piece out by her teeth daintily like she has an egg wrapped up in it. That’s my kooky dog for you. Of course I love my dog…but I still washed all the clothes again..yuck.
- Ahhh my wide-angle addon for my new canon is STILL not in. I am beginning to lose hope for it. Urg.
My nephew to you? MXM (yes those really are his initials) was born on March 24th at 10:18 pm (yes that is 18 hours of labor). He weighed 7lbs 4oz and was 19 inches long. And boy let me tell you he can scream. We could hear him out in the lobby!
First the baby watch update. Things are going slow….that means so far for those keeping track at home…7 hours of labor…and no baby. I am still at work…working.
So my favorite part of Easter is dying eggs…because well…its fun. This weekend was also an “OFF” weekend in NASCAR. I think I was suffering total NASCAR withdrawal this weekend. How do you I know this?? Just look at my eggs:
Feel free to check out the whole flickr set…The Unofficial Easter Eggs of NASCAR for more drivers like: Jeff Gordon (both the traditional and Nicorette paint schemes), Jimmie Johnson, Jeff Burton and more.
Do you want to know what I brought with me to work for breakfast?? Two hardboiled eggs and a Coke Zero. Real healthy right? I brought the Coke Zero because I NEED caffeine BADLY and I knew I wouldn’t have time to stop by starbucks for something before work.
I slept like utter crap last night. I have been sleeping like utter crap overall since the time change…which is odd because usually this time change is the easier one for me. My body tends to just like being on daylight savings time better. Last night had be tossing and turning. Giving up sleep at around two, I grabbed my booklight and a book…read for at least an hour…and then decided to go back to sleep. Rolling around some more…finally drifting off somewhere around 3:30 I figure.
I was awaken by the tell-tell BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP of my cell phone getting a text message at 5:55 this morning. 40 minutes before my alarm goes off and 50 minutes BEFORE I even usually get up. I got up and stumbled around looking for my phone in the dark. I figured for someone to text me that early in the morning it had to be an emergency or some really screwed up spam that I would curse out. It was from my brother letting me know that my SisterInLaw’s water had probably broke at 4:15 and that they were at the hospital. Followed a bit later by confirmation that the water had actually broke and that contractions had started. So looks like today is going to be the day to have a baby. My (first) nephew. Yey. You should have seen my dad jump out of bed when I told him.
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Behold, the rules:
* Pick fifteen of your favorite movies.
* Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie.
* Post them on your blog for everyone to guess.
* Fill in the film title once it’s guessed.
This part is for the reader:
* No Googling or using IMDB search functions.
* Leave your answer(s) in the comments.
- That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter.
The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can’t do.Pirates of the Carribean The Curse of the Black Pearl- Janet
- Give me a diablo sandwich, a Dr. Pepper, and make it quick, I’m in a god-damn hurry.
- No one laughs at a master of Quack Fu!
You want to compare brainpans? I won the Westinghouse prize when I was 12, big deal. Published at 19, so what. I got a double doctorate from MIT at 22, Chemistry and Geology. I taught at Princton for two and a half years. Why do I do this? Because the money’s good, the scenery changes and they let me use explosives, ok?Armageddon- Andrea So this is a Harvard bar, huh? I thought there’d be equations and shit on the wall.Good Will Hunting- Janet
- God gave us a great big apple, see, and He said don’t touch it. He didn’t say touch it once in a while; He didn’t say take a nibble when you’re hungry; He said don’t touch it! Don’t think about touchin’it, don’t sing about touchin’ it, don’t *think* about singin’ about touchin’ it!
- Soft mattress? Yeah, it could have been the soft mattress. Or the midnight rape. Or the nude gay art show that took place in my room last night. One of those three probably contributed to the lack of sleep.
- And I like Vicki, and she like me back! And she showed me her boobies and I like them too!
- I know… you’re right. I’m so sorry, I fuckin’ hate this job. I don’t want to be the one to pass judgment, decide who gets in. Shit makes me sick to my stomach, I get the runs from the stress. It’s not cause you’re not hot, I would love to tap that ass. I would tear that ass up. I can’t let you in cause you’re old as fuck. For this club, you know, not for the earth.
Oh, dear God, thank you, you are such a good God to us. A kind and gentle and accommodating God, and we thank You oh sweet, sweet Lord of hosts for the smörgåsbord You have so aptly laid at our table this day, and each day, by day, day by day, by day oh dear Lord three things we pray to love Thee more dearly, to see Thee more clearly, to follow Thee more nearly, day, by day, by day. Amen.Meet The Parents- Andrea Dave, there are two kinds of angry people – explosive and implosive. Explosive is the type of individual you see screaming at the cashier for not taking his coupon. Implosive is the cashier who remains quiet day after day and then finally shoots everyone in the store. You’re the cashier.Anger Management- Andrea Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism’s in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in The Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I’d still have to bum rides off people.Ferris Bueller’s Day Off- Amy
Come on. Why don’t you take a look around. You know what’s about to happen, what they’re up against. They could use a good pilot like you, you’re turning your back on them.Star Wars (A New Hope)- Bill
- And you, my dear? Can you forgive a stupid old man who doesn’t want to be left out in the cold anymore? Will you take me in?
Lisa Sez: A benefactor wishes to set up a “get away” apartment for you. This is just a small place for you to escape to when the “going gets rough” and you just need some time away for yourself. He wants to know what things he can put in it that would really make it feel like “home” for you. He obviously cannot just go out and buy “people” or “sentimental” things (so don’t pick those kind of items, no matter how much you might want them), but he really wants to make the place special for you. What can he buy for you with relative ease?
1. Name one big ticket item: A flatscreen plasma tv of the huge nature with a DirecTV satellite (the one with NASCAR HOTPASS – hey you said BIG ticket item a girl can dream can’t she).
2. Name two authors whose complete works you would like to see in the library: Shakespeare (yes I know it is weird but I love Shakespeare) and Kay Hooper
3. Name three musical artists whose complete works you would like to see loaded into the mp3 player: (this was extremely hard for me because I have such eclectic tastes in music and most of that depends on my mood) Slaughter, Toby Keith and The Soundtrack to Wicked. (See I told you eclectic….but I would really like to be able to throw some other songs in there…can’t I just choose three of my existing playlists? That would be easier for me).
4. Name four things you would like to see in the food pantry and/or refrigerator: Coke Zero, lots of containers of my mom’s spaghetti (because no one makes it better), lots of containers of my dad’s salsa (again…no one makes it better), a variety of fresh breads (the carb addict in me)
5. Name five other things: A Playstation 2 with my race games (flatout2 and Nascar08); a big fluffy overstuffed sofa; a basket of yarn, patterns, and crochet hooks (stealing this one from Lisa); lots of paper and pens; a cell phone.
1. Contact may cause grumpiness- especially if it takes Tony out of the race.
2. The parties hereto do mutually agree to let bygones be bygones.
3. Disney parks rock.
4. A bagel with cream cheese and some juice sounds really good right about now!
5. I positively love taking pictures.
6. Roxy always makes me smile
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to laundry, tomorrow my plans include cleaning and Sunday, I want to (yep you guessed it) watch the race!!!
Last installment had our heroine (ME) running around the Neon Garage and watching Qualifying. It was fun. Saturday was the
Busch Nationwide race- which we didn’t go to. We did other stuff (i.e. didn’t have tickets).
It was pretty warm Friday and Saturday so I seriously contemplated not taking my sweatshirt in my backpack because it weighed me down. BFM and I got up early, grabbed a bite and were off to the track. BFM was feeling way better by now. Unlike on qualifying day we were parked further back in the lot and were surrounded by Gordon fans.
Once we made it to the Midway area I was freezing my butt off. It was just that chilly desert wind…it rips right through you. I am not one who likes layering…but I stopped and put on my sweatshirt….and I was still cold. BFM too was cold. We stopped by the Gordon/Stewart merch haulers because we were both freezing and I decided I needed SOMETHING to keep my head warm and my baseball cap wasn’t doing – so I grabbed a Tony Stewart beanie to keep my poor little head warm. BFM ended up with a beanie / glove set (from the Gordon Hauler). Ahh I wish I had gloves!!! We decided it was too freaking cold to be wandering around so we decided to try finding our seats. All I knew is that they were somewhere between turns three and four…leaning more towards three.
After quite the hike (these are the cheaper seats mind you- not the cheapest but not the expensive ones either) we finally find our seats and sit there all huddled up because we are COLD. I have my shirt on, my new beanie, and my hoodie with hood up and I was still freezing…so we waited for the race activities to start. The thing that sucked the most about our seats? Were that we couldn’t see much of the pre-race activities except on the “sprint” screen. Other than that our seats were pretty awesome and we could see probably about 98% of the track. Next year we decided we are so getting driver into passes for Sunday.
Now when the stands started filling in it seemed like no one was gonna sit next to BFM. Until “BobbyLabonte” man arrived. The first thing he said (quite loudly I might add) when he arrived “I hope there are no Jeff Gordon fans around here” and then proceeded to sit right next to BFM who was clad in her Jeff Gordon gear. She looked over at him and he said “Whoops I guess I am sitting right next to one” They ended up making peace though.
Anyway we are all standing the national anthem is sung (rather well) and they do the fly over. Now I was a little freaked out about the fly over because the last time I was at the SportsCar races at Laguna Seca there was a fly over that was unexpected….and the jet was so low I was sure it was gonna knock me outta the grandstands so I grabbed my mom and hunkered down. This caused everyone around us great amusement at Laguna Seca and my mom laughed so hard she nearly fell outta the grandstands. Anyway… the thunderbirds did two gorgeous flyovers and I wish that I had my camera out so I could have taken pictures of them. I did get some pictures of the RedBull Stunt plane playing behind the backstretch though:
I was able to get some shots of driver parade lap:
The cars lining up to go green:
(More raceday pictures in my UAW DODGE 400 flickrset).
I was expecting the cars to be louder. I think that it might have to do with the shape of the track and the geography around the track (not much around to bounce back the sound). The race was fun!! I loved the feel of the cars. I will admit this: Damn those cars go fast! The races that I have been to were Indy car (pre split into champ/irl) and SportCars but on a road course and naturally cars go slower….so the cars were flying around that oval to me and I LOVED that. LOVED it.
What I didn’t LOVE was seeing Tony Stewart hit the wall HARD right in front of me. (For those who caught the race…where Tony initially smacked the wall- was right where I was sitting…47 rows up). It was loud and hard…I could hear it, see it and feel it. He then proceeded to slide along the wall all the way to the end of turn four. That HAD to HURT. Everyone in our section anyway stood and watched his car in horror. BFM kept asking me if his window net was down…which I couldn’t tell. It was very…tense for quite awhile.
I will tell you what…I am kind of glad I didn’t rent a race scanner for the race…I had considered it but decided against it. I am glad because I wouldn’t have wanted to hear Tony come on the radio and say he was hurt. That would not have been fun.
I didn’t get any pictures of the big Jeff Gordon accident…as it was across the track from where we were sitting…but I did see the large debris field that his accident left and was glad to see (thanks to the sprint screen) that he walked away because that was was just as violent looking as Tony’s.
We left right after Carl Edwards did his backflip (and there were all kinds of festivities we could have stayed for…including another race. It took us probably about 45 minutes just to get to the car from our seats…often times walking in huge herds of people shoulder-to-shoulder. (And personal to the
asshat jerk man in the green jacket…thanks for shoving me out of your way asshole. You are a total class act). Now we had been warned by a coworker of BFM that getting out of the parking lot could be challenging. Um…just finding the car was challenging. I was seriously beginning to think that I would need to whip out my phone and call onstar to have them honk my horn for me…but BFM finally found the car. You don’t even want to know how long we were in the parking lot. Let’s just say we pullout out of our spot and got into the line to leave our row. Adjacent to our car was a pickup. We sat there and watched the three men pull out a grill…set up the grill….then put steaks on the grill. Eat doritos while they were grilling. Set up the cutest camp table and chairs. Serve up their steaks. Sit down and drink their beers and eat their steaks at a leisurely pace whilst chatting and occasionally glancing at us like they were worried we might jump out of my car and steal their dinner (and by this point we were fairly hungry and had we not had left over kettle corn from our midrace snack run we might have considered it). Then we got to watch them pack up their stuff. All this while sitting and waiting to get out of the aisle. All in all I think we were in the parking lot alone over an hour. Then we got stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on some little frontage road where we could see all the helicopters coming into the track and landing and taking off for their drivers. We were on that road for forever too…but finally made it to her house about 7:30ish if I remember correctly.
Still it was totally TOTALLY worth the money…and I am SOOO going back next year. And I am pretty sure that the whole experience only solidified BFM’s new love for NASCAR too.