Pictures coming soon...I promise

I want to say thank you very much to those of you out there who have been patiently waiting for almost a week now for pictures from Daytona. I was more than a little busy playing catch up when I got back into town last week, and was still giddy with the afterglow of a dream realized.

Now that life is settling back down into a semi-normal routine I was all prepared to go through pictures this week and get them all posted. Until yesterday afternoon, when Batman went to load new software on my hard drive only to discover I don't have a hard drive. Well, I do, it's just refusing to work. Everything fires up lights up, spins and whistles like it should, but the hard drive just doesn't connect. My pc won't boot up.

So, my wonderful computer geek boyfriend is going to hopefully tear into it tonight or tomorrow and see what can be done to save it.

In the mean time, I have a crappy piece of shit back up tower at home, and I'm hoping it can hobble through the process of getting some of the pictures off of the memory card and posted here and to my photo website. (If I can remember how to log on and my password...shit, that could be a problem.)

I know there are more than a few of you out there waiting. Thanks for being patient. I promise they will be up this week, come hell or high water (or snow, sleet or hail...whatever)

The Race

The race.
It was a snoozer.
At least the first hundred laps.

Then it got exciting, and that's why I love Nascar.

I'm sure I'm going to upset some of my friends, and for that I'm sorry. I know that everyone has their driver. I have mine. (Kasey Kahne) Batman has his (Mark Martin).

I HATE with a passion that burns brighter than 1000 suns, the whinning rat bastard Bush brothers. Batman hates Jimmy Johnson. He hates Tony Stewart too. (I'm not Tony's biggest fan). We both like Carl, and Jr. Can do without Jeff.

So, (and again I'm sorry) when Kurt Bush took out Tony Stewart, I busted my ass laughing! For a split second I actually liked a Bush brother, because he put Tony Stewart into the wall, and then hit the wall himself, and took them both out! Two for the price of one. 2 down, 2 more to go!

I was sorry to see Jr. mess up his car so bad. It was funny too. When Jr. wrecked, and was out of the race, it was mass exodus in the stands. Every single Jr fan, packed it up and left. Fine by me, the more that left early was fewer I had to fight with after the race to get to the car.

I was damn was glad to see Jimmy Johnson out of the race too. (3 down) Just 1 more whining rat bastard brother to go. But it wasn't meant to be.

Then there was the finish! Batman's boy leading the pack! At that point, it didn't matter how cold we were (and yes, once the sun went down, it got cold) and it didn't matter how much our legs hurt (from walking around the track on the 31 degree bank) we were staying to watch that finish! But we didn't. When we were 3 laps from the end, and they red flagged it. We waited, and waited. And froze, and hurt, and Batman finally said, "I don't care, I can't do this any more" so we started heading to the car. But we could hear it. And if we could have, we would have kicked ourselves in the ass for not standing there a few minutes longer. (Shut up, all of you! I know, we should have stayed, but you weren't there, cold and tired and hurting too much to stand knowing we still had to walk 4 blocks to the car. He said he was ok with not staying.)

And while our guy didn't win, it wasn't a disappointing finish! Holy close call Batman! It was exciting!

View from our seats

I went to Daytona last year. It was my first NASCAR race. So, this year, I'm going back, and ironically I am sitting the time same section I sat in last year, same seats, two rows closer. So, here's the view from our seats.

Just asking

Is it too early to get the suitcase out, and start going through the shorts and tees and the cute cute cute sundresses I own, try them on and start packing?

We leave in 10 days....

God, let it go by fast....

Random thoughts

Yes, the picture sucks. Funny, I have wonderful cameras, and yet I took this picture with my phone. (don't ask)

Those are the tickets. Sucks monkey balls that Jimmy Johnson is on the front of them this year. I guess it could be worse, could be one of the whinning rat bastard Bush Brothers.

Two weeks from today, I'll be arriving in Orlando, Florida for 3 glorious days, away from the cold, and the snow. (Mother Nature, I'll bitch slap you so hard if you come to Florida and ruin my mini-vacay with snow.)

Oh, and remember when Batman told me he would make it worth my while to gain 5 pounds? Finally going to follow through with that promise in Orlando he said. Hmm, wonder what it's going to be.

Our Tickets

According to FedEx, our tickets are on a truck and will be delivered today. TODAY! Exactly two weeks before we leave.


Shit, I hope I don't lose them between now and then.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful

Hate me because, I'm Daytona 500 Bound.....


That is the Holy Grail of Nascar. That is the Granddaddy of them all, the opening day of the race season. It is the race that starts it all for the year.

And yes, I am going again this year.

Two rows from the track (2 rows closer than last year) at the exit of Pit Row. Pit passes are included, and that means we'll be there for the Pre-Race goodies, meet the drivers, walk around in pit row, go to Fan Zone. It's going to be amazing.

Oh, and yes, Batman is going with me.

And if something should happen and he doesn't get to go, I would consider seriously selling the tickets....I'm just saying