Sunday, November 13, 2011

Lovely Sunday

Hi Readers! How y’all doing?

It’s been a fabulous Sunday. It started off a bit weird, but that’s life. What can ya do about it?

Doorbell rang at 7am this morning. Ugh, really? I’m not expecting anyone. Maybe it’s an emergency. I open the door and there stands a man. I whisper “Can I help you” in the nicest 7am voice I could muster. He takes a step backwards and says, “I’m here to pick you up for the airport.” Ha. If only I was flying somewhere, I wouldn’t be so annoyed with the fact that I’m not at the Phoenix track this weekend. “Nobody at this address is flying anywhere. You have the wrong house.” He fumbled for a minute, obviously caught off guard, while I closed the door. I stood in the kitchen window watching him, and after a few minutes, he drove away. Hmm. He didn’t go to any other houses and knock on their doors. How could he possibly get the ENTIRE address wrong, not just the house number? Ugh! And all this at 7am.

Naturally, I couldn’t fall back asleep. I exchanged a few texts with a friend, and eventually, sleep came. I woke up just in time for driver introductions to the NASCAR race.

Once up, I freshened up so I wasn’t a walking zombie, played with the dogs for a bit, and realized, Hey! I’m gonna drive to McDonald’s and satisfy this Big Mac craving I’m having. I know. My mind is so random. And I don’t know why I do this, but when I go to McDonald’s, I can’t just order one thing I want to eat. I order several things that multiple people would eat. I’m not expecting company of any kind, but what if I get back home and wished I’d gotten nuggets? I don’t want to be annoyed that I don’t have any after driving there. And the Ranch Snack Wrap? Why the heck did I buy that? Old habits die hard. It’s just going to take some time.

Let’s see. What else is rambling around in my head?

I would rather see Carl Edwards win the NASCAR title, than Tony Stewart. Since the company I work for provides the animals for the Aflac commercials, I am obligated to cheer for Carl. I mean, come on. How cool would it be to have the Aflac duck at the awards ceremony with him? And if Tony wins, fine. I’ll be forced to listen to the taunting of the neighbors across the street, but it’s okay. Kyle wins way more than Tony does.

Sis & Squid are officially moved into their first place. Yay! Finally they can live as a married couple. No more Dad knocking on the door while their having sex. No more having to listen to Dad yell because they left their clothes in the dryer. Soon they’ll be going on their honeymoon, so NOT coming home to Dad’s house was very important. And I get to stay there while they’re away. Smile.

Congrats on your first place guys.

This will be part of my lovely view…

I’m obsessing over Luke Bryan’s new song I Don’t Want This Night To End. I wish he’d wear his pants one size larger. Just one. They look so funny on his butt. And he stands weird in them. But watch the video. I’ve watched it about 50 times. Can’t.Stop.Singing.It.

I’ve got some more car issues. And unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to be something I can do myself. I’m sad about this, because playing under the hood of my car has become something I rather enjoy. Sad face.

Dropbox is so convenient. I use it all the time. I’m so glad I was introduced to it. It prevents me from becoming annoyed with not being able to email something too big. I just say I’ll Dropbox it. So awesome.

I’m thinking about going for a walk. The race is over, my eggs for egg salad are done boiling, tea is almost done cooking out in the sun, meat is almost thawed for tacos tonight, and the dishes are clean. I think I’ll put my iPod on shuffle and just walk. I always get stopped at bff@work’s house, which is fine if mingling is what I want to do. Sometimes though, I just want to walk.

The NHRA guys were at Pomona this weekend. A few of our trainers mentioned they heard them while down at one of the lakes prepping for a job. Winter Nationals is something I’ve been to a few times. It’s an incredible experience, and if you’ve never been, it’s something I fully recommend. It will literally blow your mind. Being able to stand in the pits while they test out those rocket machines, is an experience you’ll never forget. Some people can’t stand there for longer than one or two seconds because the smell is so overwhelming, but that’s part of the experience. When your sitting in the stands, and one of them takes off, your eye balls rumble in your head. I swear. And for only 3 or 4 seconds, you’re reminded why you love racing. Why you love speed. And what you have in common with the thousands of other people sitting there with you.

Happy Sunday, y’all.

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