2017 was an incredible year for Martin Truex Jr. With seven wins during the 2017 season, it seemed fitting that Martin would win the final race of the season and prove once and for all, he is a champion.
Congrats to MTJ, Cole Pearn, and the entire 78 race team. This was a well deserved championship win.
There will be a lot of changes when the 2018 season starts, but we’ll get caught up with all that when the time comes. Until then, enjoy the off-season.
I’ve started this post so many times that I’ve lost count, and ultimately decided to delete every word because, really, who reads this? Then I remembered that I started blogging so that I could get my feelings out, and that was it, not because I needed to keep a certain number of followers, or impress a certain group of people.
Writing in a notebook would frustrate me because I’d start to doodle and then forget what I was trying to say. And by the end of the entry, my writing was so bad, it was difficult to read. Now, those notebooks sit in my closet packed away in a box. I’ve looked at them one or two times over the last 10 years, but haven’t sat down to actually read them in much longer.
There’s so much I want to write about, but just can’t seem to get my fingers to do it. From changing jobs, to my kid moving out of state, to the NASCAR Championship, to another year of Thanksgiving/Christmas wishes. I just don’t know where to start.
Stick around. I guess we’ll both be shocked about what I write next.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that Ebony was sneezing. I decided to go ahead and make an appointment with the vet, in order to avoid it turning into something more. Plus, we knew nothing about the shot history or even age. It was just the right thing to do.
After the vet did her exam, we were shocked to hear that Ebony was actually a neutered male. Whaaaaaaat?? We had spent months calling him ‘she’ and ‘her’, and now we had to completely flip that and start saying ‘him’ and ‘he’.
We also found out that she was microchipped, and the chip was registered to a woman. We contacted the microchip registry and they told us they will attempt to contact the registered owner for four days, and if they get no response, Ebony would be legally ours. SS and I were very sad to know that there was a strong chance someone would respond and want him back. It actually made us cry.
We waited the required four days and never heard a peep. Nobody called, emailed, or texted. She was legally ours. Now, we need to figure out how to change the chip registry to us, which is proving harder than originally thought. Grr!
When I was growing up, being grounded was the most horrible thing my parents could do to me. Wait! I take that back. It’s the second worst thing my Mom and Stepdad could have done to me. Sending me to my Dad’s every other weekend was the worst. But I’ve told that story before. ;)
I remember this one time, at band camp, I went to school drunk. It was a Monday morning of my 10th grade year, and I just wanted to know if school would be more interesting or exciting or anything different, if I was drunk. I drank Seagrams and 7up while I was getting ready, and then drank it on the way to school. Finished it just as I was getting there, in time for first period.
First period is a complete blur. I don’t remember anything about that class. Have no idea how I made it to second period, but I did. And that is where I got caught. My English teacher wasn’t real keen on students not paying attention, and when I couldn’t stop giggling and talking real loud, someone ratted on me. To the office I went. They called my Mom to come pick me up, then told me I was going to be suspended for a whole week. I was really excited about having a week off school, but not real thrilled about the punishment that would come down from my parents.
Let me tell you something, when my parents said I was grounded for four weeks, let me guarantee you, I was grounded for four weeks. No television, no phone, no hanging out with friends after school or on the weekends. I saw nobody and talked to nobody. I was literally only allowed to go to school, nowhere else. At all. For four whole weeks. And to add to that punishment, I missed two huge tests in two different classes, which caused me to end up failing both classes and having to retake them in Summer School. Not my proudest moment.
As I watch my son make mistakes trying to figure out who he is and what he wants to do with his life, I’m reminded about the troubles I went through. RJ hasn’t lived with me since he was five years old, so I didn’t have to ground him for anything as he was growing up. However, I have friends/coworkers/other family members that I see try to discipline their children, only to ‘give in’ and allow them to get a reprieve on their punishment. I just shake my head in disappointment.
This is where our world has gone. Parents today would rather be their child’s friend than their parent. Nobody wants to punish children and teach them right from wrong anymore. They just want to be friends and let them do whatever they want to do.
And people wonder why Millenials are such a problem.
Ding, ding!
