I don't know

Am I back to square one? Do I have to go back to the drawing board? Who the heck really knows....

Third Night I Cook

Tonight is the third night in a row I cook.

First night was simple. Burgers and fries on the grill.

Night number 2 was a little more challenging. El Capitan marinated some churasco style meat and asked me to grill it for him. Medium, still red in the middle.

Night number 3. I am totally on my own here and most challenging. Mom wants ribs. I asked her how do you want to marinade them. She said, "Get creative." I did.

1 rack is marinading in a smoke seasoning.
2 racks are marinating in Mojo.
2 1/2 racks are rubbed with blackened seasoning and some cajun powder.

They are gonna hit the grill in about 10 minutes. Can't wait till they are done to see how my experimenting turns out.

Dale Earnhardt Jr is a whiney, crying little bitch

During the Coca Cola 600 post race interviews, I coulda sworn I heard Jr. start to blame teammate Michael Waltrip! Jr ran into the back of Mikey and Jr didn't take 100% of the blame.

Dale Jr said, "He either moved up or took his natural line through the front straightaway and I was right there on him. Next thing I know he is spinning around in front of me."

He later added, "...if you're not in the race car, you don't know what the hell's going on out there, so I can't expect anyone to understand what exactly was going on at that moment and time, and how we all came together and wrecked."

His choice of words. Using "He" moved up, took "His" natural line, "he" is spinning around. Then saying "we" all came together.

Come on Jr! You ran up on and basically over your teammate. You need to take 100% blame for that. Mikey was in front of you and you should have the courtesy to give him plenty of racing room. If your car was faster then you need to have the patience to wait for the room to pass.

So who else thinks Dale Earnhardt Jr is a whiney, crying little bitch?

I hate Darrell Waltrip

How many of you cannot wait until Alan Bestwick, Benny Parsons, and Wally Dallenbach take over in the broadcast booth for the second half of the NASCAR season? Anyone know exactly what race that is?

Whenever Darrell opens his mouth, all I can think is Who the fuck cares, shut the fuck up!! Darrell, no one but you thinks Boogity, Boogity, Boogity is funny. Just like you drove way longer than you should have, you are continuing to work in the broadcast booth much longer than you should have. You do not add anything to the broadcast. Telling me that "there will be comer's and go'ers during the race. What matters is who leads that last lap." No fucken' shit Sherlock! Yes obviously you stupid fuck. The leader of the last lap wins the race you mindless, and pointless shithead. So yes, that is the most important part of the race to lead. Geez. Just like John Madden's brilliant observations, "If you don't score more points than your opponent, you're just not gonna win the game."

You, your comments, your person, are detrimental to the sport of NASCAR. Why haven't you been fined and docked some points? Oh yeah, now I remember. It's because YOU ARE NOT A DRIVER ANYMORE!!!!! Stop talking as if you still drive.

Anyone want to buy me a present?

I love donuts! Especially Krispy Kremes. But I also love racin'. And would love to have one of these donuts on my Ford.

Spring Cleaning?

Our dryer busted up a couple weeks back. The service guy came out and said parts on back order, it will be awhile.

Laundry has been piling up, and up, and up. And we have practically used every open spot of the house as a clothsline. In case you are not from South Florida, it is VERY humid down here. Hang a dry towel outside on any given day. It will not rain, but come back a handful of hours later and that towel is moist.

Today, I have had just about enough. I decided I am doing all of my laundry. I even took the time to sweep AND to vacuum. I am going to mop next...

I did my first load and realized I can't wash anymore. I have no where else inside the house to hang any more clothes. So looks like I am going to spend my Memorial Day weekend doing laundry.

What a contrast from last year's. Spent the weekend in Key Largo. A couple days at The Sandbar in Holiday Isle's Tiki Bar. Fishing for dolphin.

Glutton

I am such a glutton! Today for lunch I splurged. Not only did I have some Papa John's Pizza. But I also had a little bit of Chop Chop, some chicken and bacon, and some chocolate ice cream. The word FAT came to mind.

So, after work we play a little tennis. Someone, not me, made a mistake and mentioned going for a beer. 4 Amber Bocks, wings, AND ribs later... we are leaving Flannigan's in the Grove.

I get home and the folks had ordered Pizza Hut. Half of a large Sausage pizza was sitting there, on the dinner table... I swear it called my name. I heard it say, "Eat Me" when I peaked into the box. I could not resist. I had a couple slices. Maybe even 3.

I was able to walk away. But about 30 minutes later... 3, maybe 4 more slices. I suck. I had lost about 2 or 3 pounds this week. I guess I gained it all back tonight.

It is Memorial Weekend. This time last year, I had plotted this weekend - from start to finish. Now, not having a girl to make plans with, my weekend is 100% open. I guess the gym and a couple bike rides await. I should be start training for the Duathalon.

:-)

That's all I am posting tonight... just a :-)

Pepsi 400, Happy July 2nd

I used to have a racing buddy. However life situations have put her in Tampa and with a new beau. When she lived in Miami, her and I used to watch the NASCAR races together.

Last year we went to the Pepsi 400 in Daytona. I had a great time. It rained for what seemed an eternity, the race delayed for hours. We made the best of it, finding a somewhat dry spot under the Lund tower along the Super Stretch.

Our plan to drive to Daytona and back in one day was foiled by the 4 or 5 hour rain delay. We left Daytona after midnight, thinking we could stay awake for the 5 hour drive back. We didn't have a place to stay, and knew we would not be able to find a vacancy.

The rest area about an hour and a half south of Daytona was our refuge. We found a parking spot. Put the seat down and passed out. We woke up at 6:30 or so as the sun came up. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The foggy mist broke up the sun's rays. I peeked my head up to look at the rest of the parking to find it over flowing with other race fans who had also spent the night with us sleeping in their cars. It was an adventure I will never forget.

I am going to miss going to the Pepsi 400 this year. A night race in Daytona. The fans, special paint schemes, the sparks, the racing, the "Big One," and the post race fireworks. I am still hoping for a miracle, but I am not going to be placing any bets. You never know what life can throw your way and maybe I will be in Daytona for that July 2nd race. But I won't bet on it.

The Update to the Chase

Before you continue, please read this first.

When I posted last, I mentioned how She had just IM'd me. She told me she was actually reading my blog. Yes even the latest entry.

I am too honest sometimes. Yes it gets me in trouble. I always vow to learn from my past mistakes but my filter doesn't seem to learn. No matter how many times I say the wrong thing, it never learns to catch everything. It's like my mouth can think faster than my brain. Before I know it, I am thinking "Oh I shouldn't have said that."

Well even after reading my blog and that latest entry, She still continued to chat. I think we actually even had a good conversation. And we even made plans for a date!

I am not sure I will continue this line of posts since it is becoming a little too private. And really, how many of you truly care about this sorta stuff?