As it was raining.
Tonight, I became one step closer to experiencing all things red-neck & awesome within Alabama. The Huntsville Speedway is just… just… well… there are no words. This type of event can only truly be enjoyed by experiencing it first-hand. And when you do, you’ll see that boats can glide on land, you’ll witness cars that can fly, and you’ll learn what happens when you combine laundry detergent, water from a fire-hose and men on a mission. Not to mention all the delicious food, beverage & second-hand smoke you can handle!
Tonight was a night of discoveries. My friends & I discovered how to get onto A&M’s campus. We discovered free popcorn. We discovered what it’s like to feel horribly out of place, yet enjoy it all the same. We discovered that we are in need of a dance routine to bust out whenever music starts playing, in any place, at any time. (You know, Dirty Dancing style, only… not.) We discovered the song Halle Berry, and how it is possible to repeat someone’s name enough to get on your nerves. We discovered what the emcee of the night thought of us… “Ya'll beautiful black people, ya'll beautiful black people...” We discovered that “When we start dancin', what we do?, we hurt they feelins…”
Best of all, we discovered an amazing night filled with phenomenally talented dancers ranging from kids to college students and we discovered what it’s like to go deaf via a spectacular drumline. Well done A&M. Well done.
You know what’s fun?
Oh. My. Goodness.
How’d it happen? Gymnastics. :)
Kristi & I have a special bond because we are traveling buddies.
Right. So, today, as I was sitting in my car waiting for Kayla to arrive home (because she likes to invite me over, and then not be there to let me inside…), I was paid a visit by an old acquaintance.
Most thrift stores are filled with clothing, used furniture, old appliances & more baby stuff than Babies Я Us carries. But today, one of my Young Life girls & I found something, were I not in the south, I would never believe to be available for purchase. I say this only because during most of the late months of fall, this can be picked up for, well, free.
Today started out in a creepy, fantastic way. I mean, who doesn’t love driving over a tiny, narrow bridge in a dense wall of fog? As I drove to work, praying to stay in my lane, and for other cars to stay in theirs, I had A Foggy Day (In London Town) playing in my head. Mmm… While Frankie, Ella & Louie hold special places in my heart, I must admit, I do adamantly love me some Michael Bublé.
And to finish the night off, we played an interesting game of Viking (Joel’s take on the game Mafia), where everyone ganged up on me & killed me off… TWO games in a row! As I said then, and I still stand by this statement, that there weren’t any women Vikings, so how could I be one?!?! 
But, alas, they did not accept my alibi, and I was ousted. I suppose it serves me right… Seeing as that my family is Norwegian, and no telling what cities my ancient relatives have pillaged & burned. Oh well, like great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, like great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter, right? :)
Yes, indeed, this is Too Much Information (which I’ll gladly share with you, my dear reader… haha.).
Now, seeing as that you most likely cannot read what the little plastic frame says, let me just tell you in short, it says something about Two Rivers.
Whoever came up with these absurd headlines should get a pay-raise. They definitely caught my attention.
Now, Fire Cookie, otherwise known as Lauren Duker, just recently moved into a long awaited perfect home with her beau, and on such an occasion, I decided her walls needed some Becky love. This is the final product of such love for her & her walls.
Please gander at this man standing in the exhaustingly long line in front of me. Yes, he is indeed balancing his package on his head while his hands busily complete some other task, keeping him from actually holding his mail. Hats off, or shall I say, envelopes off, to you sir.
