Representin'

It's been a quiet week here. Jenn the wonder organizer is on hold while we assemble the bookcases that were delivered on Tuesday. The trundle bed for the guest room was also delivered Tuesday, so it's fair to say that HRL Oscar had a busy day protecting the place from invaders.

But yesterday, FedEx (not Britney's FedEx, but the actual company) came to my door with a package full of wonderment. My new Dale Jr. swag:Ok. The t-shirt is a little busier than I normally wear. Actually, it's a lot busier than I normally wear. But beggars can't be choosers when you want to be the first kid on the block with the new stuff, you know. Chose the National Guard option because I'm not sure I'm ready to handle the green Mountain Dew Amp energy drink scheme yet. That's a lot of green. Also in the box was my tres kewl hoodie:That's more my style. Now if it would just get cold enough to wear it.....

People wonder why Dale Jr. is my driver. There's several reasons. One is that I cheered for his dad. Now, Jr. has a completely different driving style than his dad, which in a number of ways is very good, but he still has a great deal of his dad's talent, particularly on restrictor plate tracks (Daytona and Talledega), where I'm convinced the man can "see" the air and the draft. Secondly, he's one of the last of the good ol' boys... you can package him as slickly as you want, but he's still just a North Carolina boy who grew up working on cars and wanting to race. And last but not least, we both lost our fathers in the same year.... different ways, but we both had to grow up fast. I didn't have to do it in the public eye like he did, but for some reason I feel a kinship to him in that. It may be silly, but it's there.

So, the moral of this story is.... despite the three degrees and professional designation, there's still a little redneck girl who's thisclose to having an 88 tattoo somewhere. :)