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Dear World

Dear World,

You know, life was going along just fine until you chose to rev up your engines and start spinning a little faster.

What, pray tell, is up with that?

It’s as if someone stuck a key in the ignition and started up a hot rod engine.

Now, I’ve been a fan of NASCAR for a long time, but I don’t really like living my life like I’m running the Daytona 500.

Oh, and don’t go saying that it’s high time I started playing with the Big Boys cause you see, I’ve always gotten plenty done, in my own time, thank you very much.  And, to tell the truth, I really enjoyed living life in the slow lane…watching people wave as they passed me by.

So World, would you do me a huge favor and slow down just a bit?

Some of us 40-something-year-olds get tuckered out a little quicker than we used to.

Thanks a bunch.

Yours Truly,

AuburnChick

A New Season of NASCAR

I can’t believe I almost missed it…the Budweiser Shootout…NASCAR’s first race of the season!

Perhaps you’re like my friend, Figgy, who seemed surprised to learn that I’m a fan of cars endlessly circling one another.

I’ll admit that it surprises me sometimes.

I’ll admit that I never thought I would ever sit and watch this sport.  I remember spending many weekends at a friend’s house and glancing at the television on my way through the house.  Her dad watched the races every week.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Especially to a teenage girl.

I’ve been to one car race, and it totally freaked me out.  The Mr. and I had been married for about a year and a half, and we took a weekend trip with friends.  One night, we attended a race at a small track.  No, it wasn’t NASCAR, so the stands were almost right on top of the track.  I had recently found out I was expecting a baby (who would eventually be Soccer Chick).  I was petrified that there would be a crash and one of the pieces of metal would come over the wall and hurt my blossoming belly.  So, I didn’t allow myself to fully enjoy the experience.

A few years later, my opinion changed.

Rooster was in the first or second grade.  One of his classmates had a dad who worked for a company that provided food at NASCAR events.  The classmate was a die-hard fan of Jeff Gordon.  Rooster became a fan as well, and so began our interest.

Sundays tend to be lazy days around here.  You’ll typically find me napping on the couch.  Ahhh, I do love my weekends.

What a natural progression to watching races.

Now that I’ve taken up knitting, I have the perfect activity to occupy myself while I keep an eye on the TV.

Over the years, I’ve become a fan of Jeff Gordon (yes, “Pretty Boy”), Jimmie Johnson, and Carl Edwards (you’ve gotta love his backflips and boyish looks).

Do you watch NASCAR?  Who is your favorite driver?