I have this passion, that people who meet me, probably would never guess that I had.
I'm a rabid NASCAR fan.
I'm also an ardent member of JR NATION . You know, the fella that drives the #88 .
Okay, if you haven't already guessed, Dale Earnhardt Jr, is the son of 'The Intimidator', AKA Dale Earnhardt Snr.
See, told you I'm a bit rabid :-)
Here's a look at him in one of my favourite TV commercials. I have other favourites, but I also realise that you all aren't as passionate about him as I am. so I'll limit myself to one :-)
Anyway, all that brings us to this weekend.
Saturday was cold, but pretty uneventful. Went shopping with Taylor and Lori. Made Pumpkin soup for dinner.
I'd recovered from Friday, when Jr blew an engine in the first practice, then blew a tyre in the second practice and crashed, taking out a number of other cars in the process.
Sunday was a little different....
First, the computer started acting up. The hubby got onto that, in between smoking a chicken for dinner.
The dogs and I curled up on the couch for a delicious, lazy afternoon watching the 'AMP 500' at Talledaga.
Things were going good. There had been plenty of excitement with Jr spending a satisfying amount of time in the lead or up with the leaders. There had been one of Talladega's 'Big Ones' ... a big wreck involving lot's of cars, for those of you that don't have a clue as to what I'm going on about. :-)
Then about halfway through the race, THE FREAKIN' CABLE WENT OUT !!!!
I had a minor meltdown and then I went for a short walk, to calm myself down.
A bloke down the street was outside , starting up his lawnmower, while yelling out to his wife 'When the *expletive* race comes back on, let me know!!'
At the 7-11 there was another customer, complaining loudly about his cable going out, right in the middle of 'Dega.
I no longer felt so alone. There were people out there who were sharing in my misery..
About three blocks away from home, I phoned The Hubby, to find out that cable was back on and that there were 25 laps left to go.
They were down to 20 laps to go by the time I got home, as there had been a caution. I settled down on the couch with the dogs. Well, just Sparky, as Meesha gets a little upset when Mummy yells at the TV and I'd been doing a bit of yelling, so she'd left me to go and lie under the computer desk, where Daddy was. I guess it was a little quieter there as he was only grumbling..
Things were going well. My Sunday looked well on the way to being salvaged. Jr was working his way up to the front, when this happened..
I was not happy. I did ALOT of yelling. I went into semi-mourning. I wanted to do unspeakable things to Carl Edwards, who caused the whole thing.
He did accept blame and apologised afterwards, so I cancelled the hit on him. Not saying I've forgiven him, yet !!
Could things get any worse??
The computer, obviously feeling my pain, did the computer version of hopping into bed and pulling the covers over it's head. It sort of stopped working properly ... lost some of it's marbles ... sat crying in the corner, which at this point, I felt like doing as well !!!
Currently, it's limping along and hopefully will be fully recovered by tonight, when The Hubby will do his magic, or whatever it is he does...
So, what is a passion that you have, that anybody meeting you for the first time, would never guess at ?
C'mon, I told you mine, so you tell me yours. :-)
If you want to blog about it, email me the link and I'll include it in this post...
(Oh, I can't see the youtube videos that I posted, as my Flash player is not up yet. Hopefully they'll be there.)
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