Some days it pays...

It pays to have a very self-absorbed family. My mother's parents and my aunt and uncle didn't even notice my hair. Yay!

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I'm officially in training to race one certain NASCAR driver come May. I went Saturday to the Go-Kart track. I'm so going to get my ass kicked. *snerk* The only thing in my favor is that I chose to race a 6'5" driver. Those Go-Karts put my knees under *my* chin, and I'm a foot shorter. There's hope for me yet.

But I also found myself inately hugging the inside line on the turns. I'm such a natural. We'll ignore the part where I almost whined because they wouldn't let me drive the 20 (the 8 was in the shop for repairs and there was no way in hell I was driving the 43). I ended up in the 4. Frickin' Kevin LePage. Grrr.

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I realized this weekend that there are things that I have *hated* at some point in time (usually as a child), that I've since come to love with a fiery passion.

Elvis
Neil Diamond
NASCAR
Country music
Tomatoes

This frightens me. Once I really thought about it...lord have mercy. Next thing you all know I'll be singing the praises of squash and The Little Drummer Boy (I hate that Christmas song with a passion).

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( Lots of love this week for McMurray and Harvick...yes, I said Harvick )