Light these bad boys up. . . .

My favorite thing about Nascar weekend is the family memories that are made.

My NASCAR weekend, the condensed version. . . .

I just knew the weekend was going to be awesome when I was at the grocery store shopping for supplies for the weekend and saw this:

Seriously cute!  The couple that watches NASCAR together, stays together.

However, I was sorely mistaken because not even 30 minutes into our trip and we had this:

About 2 hours later we were makin' like Willie Nelson ♫ on the road again ♫

Thursday was awesome!  I got to drive Dale Jr's car...yes, the real one.  I even took him to In N Out:

Ok, ok, maybe that didn't really happen.  But Jeff Gordon did come to see us:

A-freaking-DORABLE!!

Friday we had garage passes and got to see a lot of the drivers and most were friendly like David Ragan:

A few are still buttholes *cough* Clint Bowyer *cough*.

Sunday could not have been more perfect weather!  Dale Jr. did awesome and I had a blast.  My only complaint was the dork in front of me reading his book.

Who goes to a LIVE sporting event and Reads. A. Book?  Seriously?  Who brought him?  He better not be there next year!

For the past week I have looked like this. . . .

 My favorite time of year is when Nascar comes to Las Vegas!  I'm seriously so giddy it may be illegal.  My boss accused me of already checking out last week, little does he know I checked out weeks ago.  I've started to make lists.  I ♥ lists!!  I have one huge list that is then broken up into smaller lists.  A list of what food to bring, which is then broken into a list of food I already have and a list of food to buy.  A list of what clothes to pack.  A list of electronics and chargers.  Then a list of what needs to be picked up at Wal-Mart.  Also, an auto checklist which is probably the most important because there is nothing worse than breaking down on the way to your destination.  Just puts a damper on the whole vacation.

So while I've been excitedly getting ready for the past weeks and just in general having that pre-vacation glow, whenever I mention Nascar to my friends I get this. . . .

Yes, people!  I am a Redneck and I will let my freak flag fly!