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Ahhh Martinsville. In general? I am a fan of short tracks. But today? 20 cautions? Come on! Seriously!

Tony started 34th…and was up as high as 2nd. Ended up 14th because of a pitstop and a caution filled last 60 laps. Second to last caution? Or maybe it was the third to last? Tony was trying to run up through the pack as fast as he could make his way through and when the caution flag got thrown? He just shook his head. Funny thing is I was shaking my head too….too many cautions…not enough laps….He knew it and I knew it.

For those of you without the benefit of DirecTv hotpass and being able to watch the Tony Stewart channel…his spotter Mark Robertson was earning his money today. He saved Tony several times from getting collected in accidents.  He was awesome.  Of course I have always been fascinated by spotters (and pit crews in general).  Then again my dad would tell you that I would not make a good spotter because I wouldn’t be able to stand way up there on those platforms being as petrified of heights as I am).

I don’t think Tony has been mathematically eliminated from winning the cup…but it would take a lot. A whole lot. And some major Hendricks failures for him to win.

Adelle had a contest for people who donated to help her raise money for the Heart Walk. I donated…(I am pretty sure I donated last year too…it is a great charity). I won the Sock Yarn. Isn’t it pretty??? I love the colors!! And she even threw in a sock pattern for crocheters (thank goodness since I don’t knit). I can’t wait to play :D

Well there were just two books to give away…but only three entries…so…some mathematically inclined person could probably tell you the odds of winning…but they were pretty good.

Three Entries

I folded them into same size squares…and placed them in a baggie:

Then I drew two winners:

Winner number one:


Bill who chose: Wisconsin Death Trip. His book is on the way to him.

And Winner Number 2:

Elyse who wants The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. E- I emailed you for your address to send your book too.
Congrats.

Friday Fill-in has a new home. Thanks to Janet for setting this up…and thanks to Heather the great design (of course I am partial to GoofyGirl designs…because she made this design!). Now on to FILL-IN 42

1. October is my favorite month.

2. Ghosts don’t scare me! (I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!)

3. Haunted houses are another thing…they scare me.

4. My favorite scary movie is The Hitcher (the original) because it scared me.

5. Write to me.

6. It was a dark and stormy night so I stayed home and drank tea while a beagle slept on my feet.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to going home, tomorrow my plans include shopping for Grandma and Sunday, I want to watch Tony Stewart WIN Martinsville!

As always Janet….thanks for the Friday Fill-in!

Mel’s MI-5

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1. What story are you writing with your life right now?

The story of a girl trying to become happy with her self- which is no easy task.

2. If you could ask God for one thing, what would it be?

Good, robust health for myself and everyone I know and love.

3. What does your heart long to be involved in?

My heart longs to write more, create more.

4. It is said you learn something new everyday. What are some things you’d like to learn to enrich your life?

Proper time management.

5. Everyone has a mantra even if they don’t outwardly express it – time to make yours public.

I share my mantra with The Little Engine Who Could: I think I can, I think I can

This will remain up here through Friday October 19th (if I do it right)…so scroll down for the next entry or open this one to win a free book!!!

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I can tell you exactly where I was.   I was home alone. My father was working late and my mother and brother had gone to visit my grandma.  I was a high school sophmore and I was pleased to be home alone.  I sat in my dad’s recliner and kicked the legs up and had just turned on the television.  I found something I wanted to watch..the show escapes me now but as soon as I got into it- the television shut off. I picked up the remote and tried to turn it back on.   Our neighbors across the street had the same tv we did and sometimes they would end up turning off our TV (really it happened!).   I thought they had done it again so I tried to turn it back on…since it was still light at that time I didn’t realize that our electricity had cut off.  Then…the shaking began…I hopped out of the chair (leaving it still reclined) to get away from the plate glass window.  All those earthquake drills in school told me to get to the kitchen and hunker down under the table as it was the strongest piece of furniture in the house.  The shaking was so bad I couldn’t make it that far and ended up taking shelter in the door frame in the hall.  From my vantage point I could see my parent’s computer shaking so violently in their bedroom that I was sure the desk was going to break.  In the kitchen the chandelier was swinging back and forth and nearly but not quite touching the ceiling on the swings.  The cabinents in the kitchen swung open. Drawers opened in the bathroom.   Those 15 seconds seemed to last a lifetime.

You probably saw it on the news.  Quickly dubbed the Loma Prieta earthquake- it was a big deal because of all the damage in San Francisco…and because it was the third game of the world series between Oakland and SF.   You probably saw photos of highway overpasses pancaked, of the upper deck on the bay bridge collapsing onto a lower deck.   You probably saw the extent of the damage before we did…our particularly area was without electricity for 28 hours.  We were lucky.  There were parts of the area without power for over a week.

What you probably didn’t see was our neighbor coming over to make sure we were ok…knowing that we wouldn’t see my dad for days at a time (he is a utility worker for the power company)….that we had food and water (grocery stores were closed and word was our water supply may be contaminated (it wasn’t)…and a way to cook (barbeque!)…that we were ok for now.   This wasn’t an isolated incident either…not just one neighbor…all neighbors checked on each other…several times throughout the week.   People shared batteries, radios, candles, food, and most importantly…comfort.   It is what struck the teenage me the most.  Not the damage…but the beauty that sprang from it….the fostered friendships.    The closer relationships with neighbors…some that you knew…and new ones that you maybe didn’t know before.   Sad that sometimes it takes something as devastating as a 6.9 earthquake to break down the fences we live behind.

I can’t even remember how it came up. We were in my dad’s truck going somewhere (why waste my gas?)…so it was probably going to check on my grandma on Saturday, do some shopping for her and run other errands. I was in the backseat and racing came up…probably because it was Saturday and I mentioned hoping to be home in time for the start of the race.

Somehow our local dirt track came up. I have vivid memories of my dad going to the local dirt track with his friend and their sons. Yep..the boys. But for some reason my dad thought I had been there and said…something like Oh you remember when [friend] would run the figure 8 and we would sit up in the stands and he would wave. I was like “Um… I have never been to the Watsonville Speedway…you would take [brother] not me.”

He looked at me in the rearview mirror “Are you sure?” I said I was sure…that [brother] was always the one he took with him. What I didn’t say was how I was always jealous because racing was my thing not my brother’s….how I always REALLY wanted to go only to be shunned for being a girl.  This is not to say that my dad didn’t spend time with me…he did.  But he spent MORE time with my brother. The local races. Hunting. Fishing (although sometimes I got to go fishing too).  It was about that time that I started to kinda ween myself off of racing…I didn’t follow it as closely for several years because most of my friends weren’t into that kinda thing.  My big thing is that I would get one of my dad’s coworker’s NASCAR YEARBOOK thingy and sticker each year.  I wish I had thought to keep those…but I digress.

I didn’t stop watching…if I was home and there was a race on…(cart, nascar, NHRA- didn’t really matter) I was probably watching it.  I, of course found my way back to being a full-on race fan…through my dad who actually took me to an CART race….at our OTHER LOCAL TRACK.  That’s right…he took ME…not my brother.  It was just him and I and it will probably stand out in my mind as one of the best times we had together just the two of us.   I remember him sparing no expense to make sure we had paddock passes so we could wander around the garage and stuff….I remember the smells and sounds…but that is another entry.

He mentioned perhaps going to what use to be Watsonville speedway sometime…I don’t know if we will actually go…sometimes these kinds of things are mentioned but never followed through for whatever reason.