raramomtoo3

Good afternoon dear readers.  Yes I survived my shopping trip with my children.  Hopefully you survived your Saturday as well.   So it is Sunday afternoon and of course it is RACE DAY.  The very mention of Race Day will bring my children to tears.  They know that I don’t answer the phone during the race, I don’t respond really well while watching the race, and have been known to stand and say ugly words at the TV screen.  So they try to stay under the radar while I am in Race Mode.  I am not sure what started this obsession with NASCAR.  My family didn’t watch it so I wasn’t raised on it.  I didn’t even watch it till after Dale Earnhardt died in 2001.  Just one day I caught a rain delay and they were interviewing drivers and the commercials they were showing cracked me up and that started the NASCAR ball rolling.  Now I am full fledge fan.  Do you want to know how redneck I am?  My grandmothers China Cabinet is not full of family heirlooms, nice dishes, or China.  Nope the cabinet is full of my NASCAR collections.  I have everything from little cars made of chocolate.  Which on a side note my children are convinced that is child abuse for me not to let them have the chocolate cars.  So in my collection I have teddy bears, dishes, clothing, die cast and a little bit of everything else.  People think I am joking when I say this but I kid you not.  I live just 2 hours from Talladega Super Speedway.  I have not been able to go yet.  I ask for tickets every birthday, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Halloween and last but not least Christmas.  Have I got them? NOPE.  So someday I hope someone will feel bad for the mom to three kids…4 if you count her husband and take me with them.  I will hold my NASCAR fascination to a minimum.  I could blog for hours on this subject but I will stop and not make you suffer all at once.  Nope I will drag your punishment over a long period of time…and soon you too will cry when you realize it is Race Day……

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