The Day After...

Well It is the day after Christmas which is usually a very depressing day in my world...but this year is different. It is different because of this~

It does not snow in Portland. This year it did...
I happen to live in a hilly area from which it can be difficult to get out of when something like this happens. This year we had the first White Christmas that I can ever remember in Portland. As a result my family postponed Christmas until we can get out of our homes safely. It was weird not being with my mom on Christmas. This was actually the first year of my life that I did not see her on Christmas Day.


I love Christmas. I love it so much that I got married in December so I could have a Christmas Wedding. This year is sort of fun because now I get to "drag out" Christmas even longer. If I keep playing holiday music, I think my husband might freak. I guess I'll find out.

Hope

I believe in America.

Where have I been?

Watching these...

I am a junkie. I love them and I am sad they are over. But perhaps now I will get some laundry done. I am out of socks.

YIKES...

Today is one of those days that I am feeling sluggish. I hurt my back in a BAD WAY and it is taking forever to feel better. To make matters worse, I realized that I have put on an additional four pounds! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A bit on the fat side and a bad back to boot.

Getting old sucks. But there is always tomorrow, right?

I could have lost an eye...

Spork. Please to say it with me..."Spork".

My first memory of a spork was at Taco Bell at about the age of 9. My assumption was that Taco Bell wanted to save money and instead of having to supply their consumer with a choice of fork or spoon, they no longer gave you a choice. Voila! the spork entered my life. Please see below in case you have never had the good fortune to come across a spork.

My point in this boring entry about the spork is as follows:

My husband and I were enjoying a lovely day that the Portland International Raceway on Saturday. The Vintage Races are the only races I attend with him yearly (he is a former SCCA Racer himself) and this is an opportunity for us to share together a bit in his true passion. Cars, speed, asphalt, heat, track food, cool people, and the typical rude human. The people watching is tremendous as well.

As we were taking the long straight walk toward the chicane which falls to the left of some very high bleachers that face the straightaway (Wikipedia defines chicane as a sequence of tight serpentine curves (usually an S-shape curve or a bus stop) in a roadway, used in motor racing and on city streets to slow cars. ), I was suddenly hit in the chest but an unidentified flying object covered in chili. It took me by surprise (no pain involved here merely being startled); the object proceeded to hit the ground in front of me. What was it you ask? It was a spork.

WTF?

Yuck.

Hello? Who the hell throws a spork at an innocent bystander?

Not only was I grossed out, but I was left with a lovely chili stain on the front of my white cotton Gap tee for the remainder of our afternoon at the track. I usually don't wear white but as the weather was supposed to be about 98 degrees (out at the track with the asphalt and cars constantly running it ends up feeling more like 128 degrees)...I thought a white tee might help keep me cooler...instead I felt like a poor sap who couldn't keep my chili dog in my mouth and it ended up on the front of my shirt instead.

In ending it was more likely that a gust of wind and not a rude race track enthusiast was the culprit of the spork attack.

After all I could have lost an eye.

Hello it's me again...

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. It makes me feel like doing this.

Happy Friday!

Quick question to myself...

Why do I need such a huge font? I just reviewed three of my pal's blogs and no one has a huge font...am I trying to be Reader's Digest large font edition? Do I expect a huge following of geriatric readers? WTF? OK... not very nice of me to say, but good questions none-the-less.

Oh well, I am leaving it for now. I like the look of it.

I suck at this...

Well here I am...giving this "a go". We'll see how I feel about it in day or two. I honestly can not imagine who would want to read about my wandering thoughts.

I think it might be wise to tell you that I my picture was taken when I was six years old and sassy as hell.



Not much has changed. Often I still feel six and I am as sassy as ever. I have far more responsibility (this comes with being an adult) but I still have a crazy love of life and the need to act like a six year old on a daily basis. By this I mean "feel young and free", not immature and selfish.


Another thing I can tell you...I love this dog...



Well that is all for the moment. I will reformat and adjust fonts 8 millions times before I am satisfied. This is only the beginning....be afraid. Be very afraid.