Seperated at birth???

Pax

Keenan Cahill (youtube's lip syncing sensation)

You decide.

A life without love is like a year without summer.

I confess. . . .

* I have missed confessing!

* Going to 1 Nascar race a year is just not cutting it.

* I am not liking these gas prices.

* I'm getting old enough that I find myself frequently using the phrase "when I was younger".

* I don't like that.

* I'm so ready for it to be warm.

* If only so I can complain about the 1OO degree temperatures.

* I'm also ready for camping, 4 wheeling, and Monday night BBQ's.

What about you? Ready for summer?

Why I will be sad to move back to my own place. . . .

Turn up your volume and enjoy.  AFV $10,000 winner?

Why I will be happy to move back in my own place. . . .

Every morning I wake up at my brothers house and I get to have this conversation:

For the love of all that is holy can I please go to the bathroom without an audience??!!

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!

Confessions of a lame 30 something...

I confess . . . .

* My boss and I were talking about boyfriends the other day.

* He told me I have a wild streak somewhere inside me and I need to be careful not to let it out.

* You know what?  He's right.

* I think I do pretty good though to keep it in check.

* I'm still sulking over my money I lost at Target last week.

* Rather, money that was STOLEN.

* My new favorite song right now: Ashton Shepard "Look it up"

* Seriously, look it up.  It is catchy.

* I feel bad that my gym attendance has fallen.

* Not really, I don't miss the gym so much as I miss not losing and lb's.

* This is getting to be a serious problem.

* My friend is putting together a 30 by 30 list.

* I thought is sounded awesome and why didn't I think of that?

* Oh yeah, cuz I'm lame.

Next week no confessing for me I'll be in VEGAS!!  Redneck Nascar weekend here I come!

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!