Well... it's official! Stefanie Ross is now a married woman... I am now Stefanie Medlin! YIKES!! LOL Everybody has been asking me if I feel any different now that I am married, and to be honest with you... I really don't! LOL. It's been 4 days into my marriage, and it feels just the same... except now I am trying to figure out all the particulars of being married and changing my name and so forth. We also got some money from our parents as wedding gifts, but it's still sitting in their nice little envelopes on account that we don't have joint checking accounts yet and aren't really sure how to go about that! LOL Ohhh well... we'll figure it all out I guess!
Our wedding went out with out one tiny disaster, which to be honest with you, totally and utterly shocked me! The weather forecast was calling for rain, all weekend long in Santa Barbara, and I am not kidding you, in the days leading up to our wedding, I think I looked at every single weather website in existence, trying to find a forecast that gave me hope. Every hour on the hour I scanned the weather channels expecting to find a drastic change in the weather for Saturday's ceremony. In fact, we even had a canopy on stand by, just in case it rained.(Ok.. granted that Canopy was blue with a gigantic Lucas Oil logo on the front... but still.. I am sure with the modern video and photo editing effects, we could have edited it out if we needed to!) But alas, and to our great surprise, Saturday was a BEAUTIFUL, clear and wind-less day, leaving our wedding ceremony to turn out nothing short of spectacular!
When we decided on our wedding date, about 5 weeks ago, my dad had said that he wanted to become an ordained minister so that he could marry us. I thought that was the coolest thing. So he did it. He became ordained through the Universal Life Church and got his little wedding ceremony package in the mail, and worked hard on practicing for the ceremony. He did really well too. Until the end of course when he said, "I know pronounce you husband and wife"... he got really choked up and started to cry. It really was a beautiful and special ceremony though with a lot of love in the air. Although, I have to laugh because our ceremony was on Butterfly Beach, in Santa Barbara, so it's a public beach, so random people were kind of standing off to the side watching our ceremony quietly and at one point, when Michael and I were doing the Unity Sand Ceremony, a big fluffy dog that looked like a mix between a poodle and a doberman decided he was going to make an entrance into our wedding and kind of walked in the middle of the ceremony to check stuff out. LOL.. but it was pretty funny to say the least.
So one thing that was apparent on my wedding day was the fact that I was almost 6 months pregnant... yes... just as I had thought... I totally popped a few days before the wedding. In fact, my girlfriend Lauren who saw me just the weekend earlier at my Bridal Shower, was the one who pointed it out to me. "Holy crap Stef... your belly totally popped in a weeks time... you didn't look that pregnant a week ago!" LMAO! So... unfortunately the time in which I bought, by not-looking pregnant is finally gone... at 6 months pregnant I now look pregnant. (Of course my face and arms and back make me look like a chubbo... so I don't think I've got that cute pregnant thing going on) I swear... why is it the first place I gain weight is in my face and arms and back?? I am 6 months pregnant... 24 weeks... and weight wise I've only put on 13 lbs (well 13 lbs in the morning when I weigh myself and 15 lbs at the end of the day when I weigh myself.. LOL) but I feel like I've put on so much more.... or maybe I feel like I am gaining it unevenly or something... hell.. I don't know... all I know is that I haven't put on too much weight numbers wise and I am still wearing my same jeans... but I feel like my face and arms have gotten the brunt of those 13-15lbs!! Gosh... I can only fear what I am going to look like in the next one or two months.... wow! I am not looking forward to that.. let me tell you!
So the house hunt is still going in full swing, but Michael has kind of eased the pressure of moving up to Pinion Hills, and Oak Hills and Hesperia, and kind of kept his focus a little closer to my family. Although he hasn't completely ruled that area out all together, only because you can get some beautiful custom homes and brand new homes on up to 2 to 3 acres up there, for next to nothing(particularly because there is nothing really out there) but because Michael travels so much for work, and we've got a baby coming in June, I think he's starting to realize that it might be in our best interest to stay closer to where I can get some help from my family and friends, when he's out of town, as opposed to being by myself, in the middle of nowhereville, with an infant and a shot gun. However, the houses in Yucaipa, and Reche Canyon and Grand Terrace (all places where we can find a house that isn't on top of another house and allows us the room for our 5th Wheel) still haven't really come down in price as much as we'd like, so it's been kind of a frustrating task. Although, yesterday, we did find a house in Reche Canyon, off of Scotch Lane, which is about a half a mile from my parents house, which is a bank owned home, that has really come down in price. The house is on an acre and the outside looks nice... (circular driveway and such) however, upon looking through the windows... oh lordy.... it's going to take some major elbow grease and work to get that house in a livable state! I think there is a possibility that a family of rabbits and/or rats has taken up residency somewhere in the house and it looks like the kitchen is in desperate need of some new cabinets, because they look like they have been around since the birth of Christ, not to mention the people ripped out the baseboards before they vacated the house, so the paint and drywall definitely needs some TLC. But... it definitely has potential that's for sure... it's just going to take alot of work. So Michael and I are thinking about meeting with the realtor and making a lower offer than what they are asking, since the house has been on the market since September 2nd of 08 and I think they may just want to get rid of it. See... the realtor, when I talked to her on the phone seemed VERY anxious which means one of two things... either she's struggling to feed her family and just one tiny home sale would really make her year or there is something seriously wrong with the house that we don't know about and she's trying to rid herself of the burden of having the house on the market. So who knows... we're going to have to investigate a little more and see what's going on. Hopefully there isn't dead bodies buried in the back behind the tangerine trees or is infected with a killer mold within it's walls.. so a little more investigation is needed. Although, when Michael was looking at the house, some nosy neighbor came out and informed him that the house next door to it, was getting ready to go back on the market, and it was a much nicer house. Apparently it was purchased in July of 2007 and completely remodeled and well taken care of and it just now went into foreclosure. However, it's so new to going into foreclosure that both Michael and I can't find any info on the house yet. This house is in a lot better condition than the other, but who's to say what they will be asking for it.. so we'll have to do a little bit more research on that one.
So that's the scoop for now. Michael is out of town for the next three nights on business in Northern California, so I am kinda bummed about that. It's funny... I don't look forward to him leaving town, I really miss him when he's gone! But he's flying home on the first flight Saturday morning, so I'll get to see him then. Maybe while he's gone it's give me a chance to get started on making that scrapbook I have so anxiously been talking about doing, but keep putting off... Naaahhh... I think I've got laundry to do instead... that and I've got a bunch of Rock of Love episodes on my DVR that I've yet to watch! LOL
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Baby boys, rain outs, weddings, showers and everything else in between.
I am starting to notice a pattern here, I am a "once a month blogger". Oh well... it works right? Either way, one month later than my last blog and ooodles and oodles of information to share to the world! Hey... maybe when I become a stay at home mom, I'll have the time to post more often... Ha! Yeah right! Fat chance at that, I know... but either way..... here I am with lots to share.
First and most importantly, my pregnancy is going amazing! I still haven't had one spout of morning sickness, my hormones are starting to not rage AS much, so my skin is starting to clear up and actually get that "glow" that everybody boasts about, that I personally thought was a load of shit, and I haven't put on alot of extra weight(although I am sure that'll change come month 6) I am now 21 weeks pregnant and can't believe how fast the time has gone so far. We had our 18 week ultrasound a few weeks back, and found out we're having a baby boy! We're both really excited about having a son and I have visions of him throwing touchdown passes at the Super Bowl some day (NO racecar drivers if I can help it, I want my kid to have a NORMAL life!) But it's funny, Michael seems to be more concerned now that we're having a boy. He's afraid, because of his age, that he won't be able to teach our son to play football or baseball or do any of the other things dad's do with their sons. He's deathly afraid of embarrassing our son, if his friends ask him, "Hey is that your grandpa?" I definitely understand why he would feel this way and I keep telling him that he's not ancient at 42 years old and that even at 42, he definitely doesn't act 42, so I think he'll be just fine when it comes time to start teaching our boy how to be a boy. It's hard to remember sometimes, that men have just as many fears about becoming a parent as women do, so we do really well at supporting one another to overcome the normal fears of bringing our first child into the world.
At the same appointment for my Ultrasound, they gave me a blood test to check and see if there was any risk of my baby having any sort of birth defects, so that was definitely a little unnerving, because you always assume your baby is healthy. We went back two weeks later for my 20 week appointment and everything was looking great with the baby and with me. I've gained 13 pounds in 20 weeks, so I am right on track where I need to be weight wise, and my blood pressure was perfectly normal and healthy. Everything looked great with the baby's ultrasound and my due date is targeted between June 13th and June 14th. The blood work also came back negative that the baby had any risks for birth defects, so we definitely breathed a sigh of relief over that one. We finally decided on a name for our son, and we decided to name him Noah James. So now, we've got a name everything its starting to feel more real. I am finally starting to show now, but still not as much as I had hoped I'd be showing. I still think I look like I've just become a chubby ass and not a woman growing a child, but everybody else seems to disagree. Although, It's probably wise NOT to upset the hormonal pregnant woman by telling her she looks like she's a cow... MOO!
Another exciting part of being 5 months pregnant, is now I can feel him move and let me tell you... he moves ALOT. I swear that kid must have so much damn energy! He's always kicking and nudging me all day long. I love it though! It's so amazing to feel my son move, I can't even describe it. It's so funny, at night, Michael and I have become accustomed to when we lay down to go to bed at night, Michael lays his head on my belly and starts talking to the baby and feeling the little movements. Well since the baby is getting bigger, so are his movements and the other night, he lets outs this huge kick and nails Michael right in the face! We were laughing so hard! It's so funny how much enjoyment two people can get from laying in bed a feeling their kid kick, these are the exciting things we do these days... LOL.
Another exciting piece of news, I have to share is Michael and I decided to get married on Valentines Day... And we decided this about... ohhh.. a month ago. LOL. Actually we planned a very small intimate ceremony to take place at Sunset on Butterfly Beach in Santa Barbara with about 25 of our closest family and friends. We plan on having a HUGE reception in August, after the baby is born, to celebrate with everybody we know, but until then, we opted for something small and easy. Actually the entire thing has been very simple and alot of fun to plan. I've pretty much planned everything down to the tee, and doing so on a strict budget, and it's still going to come out looking beautiful. I've really had alot of fun planning everything and I am really getting excited for the finished product. The only issues I've run into with my wedding is other people. No, not family, not wedding planners, not photographers.... but friends who haven't exactly been there like I had thought they would be, or friends who aren't supporting our decision to get married with such a small ceremony and taking their absence personal and putting guilt upon me.... It's really been an eye-opening experience I can tell you that much. In fact, I had a few people offer to throw me a bridal shower, when the news of our Valentines Day wedding became official. Everybody talked about it, but nobody made it happen, in fact, up until last Sunday, I had just assumed I wouldn't be having a bridal shower, only because nobody had mentioned anything to me about planning one, so I just figured it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't until my mom and brother stepped up to the plate (Yes.. my 19 year old BROTHER) that they started to put the last minute plans into motion, so that I could have a bridal shower, the weekend before my wedding. So it kinda sucks to see that the people you thought you could depend on the most, totally flake out on you. But that's the reality of it all, some things are alot more important I guess, either way it opens my eyes alot as to who I can really count on for support as I begin this new journey in my life. I mean this isn't high school or college anymore! I am getting ready to walk down the isle and become a wife and shortly after I'll be giving birth and becoming a mom! That changes EVERYTHING! This is the big leagues now! I've got alot to worry about and that doesn't include which bar I am going to hit up for drinks this night or that night. I've got to grow up, ready or not, as I am now responsible for another human life, and that is just another journey I'll be taking in my life.
So another big event that took place... or strike that... was SUPPOSED to take place, on January 23rd, was the Toyota All Star Showdown at Irwindale Speedway. *For my non-racer friends.... long story short.. it's supposed to be the Daytona 500 of short track racing and if you don't know what the Daytona 500 is... I sure as hell can't help you there* Anyways, 100's of cars from across the country showed up to race with the best of the best, live on the Speed Channel, and we were blessed with rain! It was, by far, the longest most miserable weekend of my LIFE! It was supposed to be a good time and it was anything but. Michael and I decided, since we were supposed to be there all day Thursday and all day Friday that we'd just bring our 5th wheel and camp in the parking lot. My parents even decided to rent a motorhome so they could do that too, because being at the racetrack for 2 full days takes ALOT out of you, that even that one hour drive home is way too long. There were also a few other friends of ours who decided to campout too. So we're thinking a great weekend of racing, camping with our friends.. what can be better?!? Ummm apparently repeatedly stabbing yourself in the eye with sharp objects would have been a trip to effin Disneyland compared to what we went through.
It's not raining on Thursday night, so that works out ok, everybody is able to get parked and get a few laps of practice down and back to the campers without any moisture. However, Friday morning rolls around(mind you the day we're supposed to qualify and race) and the skys open up and it rains.... and it rains and it rains and it RAINS... ALL friggin day long. Everybody is wet, cold and exhausted and nobody at Nascar is calling a spade a spade and just calling the races off.. because live TV is involved (and there is another set of live TV races scheduled for Saturday) they were going to do everything it took to get our races on. So we sit around all day, up until about 7pm Friday night, when they finally say, "we're not racing tonight.. but don't go anywhere yet because the rain is supposed to subside in a few hours and we *MIGHT* practice and qualify tonight for tomorrows race. Meanwhile, my mom, who got tired of sitting around in the rain, decided to head back to the motorhome to stay warm. I get a call from her on my cell phone telling me that a man and a woman had walked into Michael and I's trailer... I instantly panicked! I went to Michael to tell him this and come to find out, one of his crew members(who is very immature and disrespectful) had decided to take some skanky ass girl back to another crew members motor home, parked by us, to do obviously more than share a soda and a hot dog and chat about lilies and daisies and the meaning of life. Apparently, (which I still stand by my story that I think this is bullshit... but whatever) they decided to check out our trailer and put her purse in there. I was livid... BEYOND livid! Talk about an invasion of privacy... and I don't want to be a hormonal judgmental bitch or anything, but I knew the skanky woman he brought back to our trailer and she is the appitemy of a dirty filthy whore. I truly believe that just her presence alone could cause you to break out in a case of gonorrhea or herpes. Needless to say, furious was not the word to describe how I felt about this situation. SO of course, Michael and I got into a fight over it, because I was "blowing the situation out of proportion" and said the only thing his friend was guilty of was not telling us he was going to walk into our trailer and that how dare I scold his friend. So what... Maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Maybe if I hadn't been exhausted and sitting in the rain for 14 hours I might have been a little more receptive to the situation... or maybe had I not had such a profound dislike for the piece of trash that accompanied him into our trailer, I might not have blown such a gasket.... oh well... who's to say what would have happened, all that I know was that I was heated to the max over it all (in fact... I find as I am writing this my toes are starting to curl... which is an indication I get when I am really pissed off... so apparently the situation is STILL under my skin!!!) UGH! Blame it on my hormones or something.. yeah that's it. :-)
So along with the trailer fiasco Friday night, lack of sleep, more rain on Saturday and the fact that Nascar put our race LAST and only gave us 30 minutes for 53 cars to run 150 laps (which didn't work out too well, we only got 12 laps in) they called the race and said it was time to go home, and in fact, they were going to honor the finishing order of the 12 lap race (4 of those laps were the only green flag laps we had, the rest were under caution!) And considering it was a $10,000 purse, nobody thought it was fair that the declared winner, get to walk away with 10 grand for a measly 12 laps. So everybody at this point was pissed, filing protests, screaming at Nascar, threatening to sue.. it was a nightmare! On top of that, I, personally, had allowed myself to do entirely too much physical exertion over those long days at the racetrack, on limited sleep and limited food intake, so I was done. Every part of my body ached and I was ready to cry at the first person who looked at me wrong! When would this nightmare be over!!! So, unfortunately what was supposed to be an awesome weekend of racing turned into hell!! (Another reason why I am going to try to talk my kid out of racing and make him play football!!! LOL Although considering racing runs way too deep in his blood, between Michael and I, I have a feeling I might lose that battle!)
Well I suppose I've covered just about everything up till this point. Next time I write(because we all know I am a once a month-er) I'll be a married woman, so I am sure I'll have some interesting scoops to share about the wedding and all that jazz. Hopefully that'll go through with little no no hiccups! But of course... it wouldn't be me if there wasn't some sort of disaster happening... that's what makes my life so interesting right? LOL
First and most importantly, my pregnancy is going amazing! I still haven't had one spout of morning sickness, my hormones are starting to not rage AS much, so my skin is starting to clear up and actually get that "glow" that everybody boasts about, that I personally thought was a load of shit, and I haven't put on alot of extra weight(although I am sure that'll change come month 6) I am now 21 weeks pregnant and can't believe how fast the time has gone so far. We had our 18 week ultrasound a few weeks back, and found out we're having a baby boy! We're both really excited about having a son and I have visions of him throwing touchdown passes at the Super Bowl some day (NO racecar drivers if I can help it, I want my kid to have a NORMAL life!) But it's funny, Michael seems to be more concerned now that we're having a boy. He's afraid, because of his age, that he won't be able to teach our son to play football or baseball or do any of the other things dad's do with their sons. He's deathly afraid of embarrassing our son, if his friends ask him, "Hey is that your grandpa?" I definitely understand why he would feel this way and I keep telling him that he's not ancient at 42 years old and that even at 42, he definitely doesn't act 42, so I think he'll be just fine when it comes time to start teaching our boy how to be a boy. It's hard to remember sometimes, that men have just as many fears about becoming a parent as women do, so we do really well at supporting one another to overcome the normal fears of bringing our first child into the world.
At the same appointment for my Ultrasound, they gave me a blood test to check and see if there was any risk of my baby having any sort of birth defects, so that was definitely a little unnerving, because you always assume your baby is healthy. We went back two weeks later for my 20 week appointment and everything was looking great with the baby and with me. I've gained 13 pounds in 20 weeks, so I am right on track where I need to be weight wise, and my blood pressure was perfectly normal and healthy. Everything looked great with the baby's ultrasound and my due date is targeted between June 13th and June 14th. The blood work also came back negative that the baby had any risks for birth defects, so we definitely breathed a sigh of relief over that one. We finally decided on a name for our son, and we decided to name him Noah James. So now, we've got a name everything its starting to feel more real. I am finally starting to show now, but still not as much as I had hoped I'd be showing. I still think I look like I've just become a chubby ass and not a woman growing a child, but everybody else seems to disagree. Although, It's probably wise NOT to upset the hormonal pregnant woman by telling her she looks like she's a cow... MOO!
Another exciting part of being 5 months pregnant, is now I can feel him move and let me tell you... he moves ALOT. I swear that kid must have so much damn energy! He's always kicking and nudging me all day long. I love it though! It's so amazing to feel my son move, I can't even describe it. It's so funny, at night, Michael and I have become accustomed to when we lay down to go to bed at night, Michael lays his head on my belly and starts talking to the baby and feeling the little movements. Well since the baby is getting bigger, so are his movements and the other night, he lets outs this huge kick and nails Michael right in the face! We were laughing so hard! It's so funny how much enjoyment two people can get from laying in bed a feeling their kid kick, these are the exciting things we do these days... LOL.
Another exciting piece of news, I have to share is Michael and I decided to get married on Valentines Day... And we decided this about... ohhh.. a month ago. LOL. Actually we planned a very small intimate ceremony to take place at Sunset on Butterfly Beach in Santa Barbara with about 25 of our closest family and friends. We plan on having a HUGE reception in August, after the baby is born, to celebrate with everybody we know, but until then, we opted for something small and easy. Actually the entire thing has been very simple and alot of fun to plan. I've pretty much planned everything down to the tee, and doing so on a strict budget, and it's still going to come out looking beautiful. I've really had alot of fun planning everything and I am really getting excited for the finished product. The only issues I've run into with my wedding is other people. No, not family, not wedding planners, not photographers.... but friends who haven't exactly been there like I had thought they would be, or friends who aren't supporting our decision to get married with such a small ceremony and taking their absence personal and putting guilt upon me.... It's really been an eye-opening experience I can tell you that much. In fact, I had a few people offer to throw me a bridal shower, when the news of our Valentines Day wedding became official. Everybody talked about it, but nobody made it happen, in fact, up until last Sunday, I had just assumed I wouldn't be having a bridal shower, only because nobody had mentioned anything to me about planning one, so I just figured it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't until my mom and brother stepped up to the plate (Yes.. my 19 year old BROTHER) that they started to put the last minute plans into motion, so that I could have a bridal shower, the weekend before my wedding. So it kinda sucks to see that the people you thought you could depend on the most, totally flake out on you. But that's the reality of it all, some things are alot more important I guess, either way it opens my eyes alot as to who I can really count on for support as I begin this new journey in my life. I mean this isn't high school or college anymore! I am getting ready to walk down the isle and become a wife and shortly after I'll be giving birth and becoming a mom! That changes EVERYTHING! This is the big leagues now! I've got alot to worry about and that doesn't include which bar I am going to hit up for drinks this night or that night. I've got to grow up, ready or not, as I am now responsible for another human life, and that is just another journey I'll be taking in my life.
So another big event that took place... or strike that... was SUPPOSED to take place, on January 23rd, was the Toyota All Star Showdown at Irwindale Speedway. *For my non-racer friends.... long story short.. it's supposed to be the Daytona 500 of short track racing and if you don't know what the Daytona 500 is... I sure as hell can't help you there* Anyways, 100's of cars from across the country showed up to race with the best of the best, live on the Speed Channel, and we were blessed with rain! It was, by far, the longest most miserable weekend of my LIFE! It was supposed to be a good time and it was anything but. Michael and I decided, since we were supposed to be there all day Thursday and all day Friday that we'd just bring our 5th wheel and camp in the parking lot. My parents even decided to rent a motorhome so they could do that too, because being at the racetrack for 2 full days takes ALOT out of you, that even that one hour drive home is way too long. There were also a few other friends of ours who decided to campout too. So we're thinking a great weekend of racing, camping with our friends.. what can be better?!? Ummm apparently repeatedly stabbing yourself in the eye with sharp objects would have been a trip to effin Disneyland compared to what we went through.
It's not raining on Thursday night, so that works out ok, everybody is able to get parked and get a few laps of practice down and back to the campers without any moisture. However, Friday morning rolls around(mind you the day we're supposed to qualify and race) and the skys open up and it rains.... and it rains and it rains and it RAINS... ALL friggin day long. Everybody is wet, cold and exhausted and nobody at Nascar is calling a spade a spade and just calling the races off.. because live TV is involved (and there is another set of live TV races scheduled for Saturday) they were going to do everything it took to get our races on. So we sit around all day, up until about 7pm Friday night, when they finally say, "we're not racing tonight.. but don't go anywhere yet because the rain is supposed to subside in a few hours and we *MIGHT* practice and qualify tonight for tomorrows race. Meanwhile, my mom, who got tired of sitting around in the rain, decided to head back to the motorhome to stay warm. I get a call from her on my cell phone telling me that a man and a woman had walked into Michael and I's trailer... I instantly panicked! I went to Michael to tell him this and come to find out, one of his crew members(who is very immature and disrespectful) had decided to take some skanky ass girl back to another crew members motor home, parked by us, to do obviously more than share a soda and a hot dog and chat about lilies and daisies and the meaning of life. Apparently, (which I still stand by my story that I think this is bullshit... but whatever) they decided to check out our trailer and put her purse in there. I was livid... BEYOND livid! Talk about an invasion of privacy... and I don't want to be a hormonal judgmental bitch or anything, but I knew the skanky woman he brought back to our trailer and she is the appitemy of a dirty filthy whore. I truly believe that just her presence alone could cause you to break out in a case of gonorrhea or herpes. Needless to say, furious was not the word to describe how I felt about this situation. SO of course, Michael and I got into a fight over it, because I was "blowing the situation out of proportion" and said the only thing his friend was guilty of was not telling us he was going to walk into our trailer and that how dare I scold his friend. So what... Maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Maybe if I hadn't been exhausted and sitting in the rain for 14 hours I might have been a little more receptive to the situation... or maybe had I not had such a profound dislike for the piece of trash that accompanied him into our trailer, I might not have blown such a gasket.... oh well... who's to say what would have happened, all that I know was that I was heated to the max over it all (in fact... I find as I am writing this my toes are starting to curl... which is an indication I get when I am really pissed off... so apparently the situation is STILL under my skin!!!) UGH! Blame it on my hormones or something.. yeah that's it. :-)
So along with the trailer fiasco Friday night, lack of sleep, more rain on Saturday and the fact that Nascar put our race LAST and only gave us 30 minutes for 53 cars to run 150 laps (which didn't work out too well, we only got 12 laps in) they called the race and said it was time to go home, and in fact, they were going to honor the finishing order of the 12 lap race (4 of those laps were the only green flag laps we had, the rest were under caution!) And considering it was a $10,000 purse, nobody thought it was fair that the declared winner, get to walk away with 10 grand for a measly 12 laps. So everybody at this point was pissed, filing protests, screaming at Nascar, threatening to sue.. it was a nightmare! On top of that, I, personally, had allowed myself to do entirely too much physical exertion over those long days at the racetrack, on limited sleep and limited food intake, so I was done. Every part of my body ached and I was ready to cry at the first person who looked at me wrong! When would this nightmare be over!!! So, unfortunately what was supposed to be an awesome weekend of racing turned into hell!! (Another reason why I am going to try to talk my kid out of racing and make him play football!!! LOL Although considering racing runs way too deep in his blood, between Michael and I, I have a feeling I might lose that battle!)
Well I suppose I've covered just about everything up till this point. Next time I write(because we all know I am a once a month-er) I'll be a married woman, so I am sure I'll have some interesting scoops to share about the wedding and all that jazz. Hopefully that'll go through with little no no hiccups! But of course... it wouldn't be me if there wasn't some sort of disaster happening... that's what makes my life so interesting right? LOL
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