Dale, Dirk, and Dragons

Dirk: So, I reckon y'all know my Dallas Mavericks lost game 1 of the NBA Finals to the Miami Heat. Tonight is game 2.  I'm trying to remind myself to exhale.  When I look back at the game, I see areas the Mavs need to tweak (they're masters at tweaking), but overall they were right there with the Heat (until the 4th, really). 

Dirk has torn tendons in his left middle finger (yeah, the bird.  Ironic, huh?).  He's not too worried about it--you think anything is going to stop this man? Not a chance.

Dale: It was the sputter heard 'round the world...well, at least around NASCAR...and Earnhardt Nation.  On the very last lap of the race Sunday at Charlotte, Dale Earnhardt Jr. was leading the race--you could hear the roar of fans; my house was coming unglued.  As he came around the final turn, finish line in sight, his car slowed.  He was out of gas *THIS CLOSE* to the finish line. I can only describe it as crushing. I just felt so bad for him. Okay, okay, I was a little weepy.  He wound up finishing 7th, so it was still a great finish, but I really hate his gas tank.

After the race, he was so upbeat and just so...positive...he's a good guy.  You can't help but like him. 

Dragons: So, after Dale's demon gas tank, Dallas' loss, and Dirk's torn bird finger, I decided to watch a movie about Dragons.  What is it with me and things that start with "D?" Anyway, have you seen the movie How To Train Your Dragon? OMGoodness!!!! If you haven't and are looking for a fun escape--this is it.

The film follows a very un-Viking, Viking boy named Hiccup, who simply does not conform to traditional Viking ways. While everyone else strives to slay "evil" dragons, Hiccup befriends them and opens the eyes of all his fellow Vikings. 

The film holds a 98% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and I can absolutely see why.

I'm completely in love with this film--it's funny, smart, beautiful, and uplifting.  The message is clear: Don't judge a book by its cover and never discard someone just because they're different. Warning: You will surely laugh, you may shed a tear or two, and you may very well feel compelled to applaud. 

Dallas Mavericks, Dale Earnhardt Jr., & Boston Rob

Dallas Mavericks: The Dallas Mavericks will face the Oklahoma City Thunder in the Western Conference Finals. The Mavs will have home court advantage in the series.  The winner of this series will play for the championship.  *oooh, slight stomach churn*  Game One will be Tuesday at 9 p.m. EST.

Dale Earnhardt Jr.: Today was another top 15 run for Dale (finishing 12th)...almost a top ten.  He ran well the entire race.  Though I know he would rather get those wins--and fans would LOVE to see him get those wins--racing consistently well is key, and the whole 88 team is doing that beautifully.  He's still 4th in points.  The wins are coming...I know it.

Survivor: Whether you like Boston Rob or not, the guy is undeniably the best to ever play this game. 

A couple of my favorite players were coined heroes in the game of Survivor: Colby Donaldson and Rupert Boneham (who I always called Hagrid).  They were labeled heroes because of their good-guy game play and amazing likability. 

Boston Rob, however, has been permanently placed in the villain vat of Survivor players.  And you know what? I like the guy. There have been some despicable players in the history of survivor, but Boston Rob simply isn't one of them.  Why?  I dunno.  Maybe it's how he talks--he is who he is, whether in the game or in real life (an example of which occurred on Survivor: All Stars when he proposed to fellow contestant, and Survivor winner, Amber).  I truly believe he can separate the game from real life, whereas I question the same of other contestants.

Normally, I don't like the it's just a game philosophy to excuse deplorable, deceitful game strategy.  Personally, I could never play this game.  Aside from the whole lack of soap, shampoo, razor, toothpaste, floss, and, well, a toilet, I absolutely could not play the game backstabbing others for money.  Still, I like Rob. What's up with that?

You may not agree with his tactics, but you have to admit, the man is absolutely unique...not to mention entertaining and funny as heck. 

10 years, 4 games, 117 days, and Boston Rob finally wins the game of Survivor.  Congratulations to Boston Rob, a true game-player, the sole survivor, and the best to really play this game. 

One thing is certain, Survivor won't be the same without Boston Rob.

Mavs, Dale Jr., Operation Southern Comfort, and Evil-Be-Gone

Mavericks: After all the devastation suffered by the deep south late last week, I felt far too guilty to celebrate with a Whoo-Hoo post after my Mavs defeated Portland to move into the next round of the playoffs. I'm so darn proud of them, though!

Now, we have to face the Lakers.  Tonight.  Yeah.  C'mon Mavs, y'all can do this!!! I KNOW it! Grrrrr!

Oh, and Mr. Lakers Guy, David, who was cheering the Mavs, but will now be booing them...bring it! ;)

Dale Earnhardt Jr.: Richmond didn't produce the results we wanted, but that's life, right? After running in the top ten, and even up to second late in the race, Dale was forced to pit for fuel, which left him with a nineteenth place finish. Bit frustrating. BUT, he's 4th in points and, apart from fuel strategy, he had a strong night, in my opinion. For those getting all riled up: he's doing just fine, folks. Relax.

Operation Southern Comfort: If you have extra clothing or can pick up a few things at your local store (especially t-shirts in XL, 2X, and 3X), socks, flip flops, or the like--pack 'em up and ship them on down south. Check your local churches, grocery stores, businesses, Red Cross, and Salvation Army for drop off locations.

Evil-Be-Gone: Much love to our brave men and women for ridding the world of a supreme evil. If you see a man or woman in uniform, for heaven's sake, shake their hand and thank them for all they do to keep our country safe and free. God Bless America and God Bless Our Troops!

Bored Now

It's one of those blah days where I have tons to say, but don't want to take the time to say them. Is that bad?  Probably is, but, eh, it's a blah day...anything goes.

I need to do a mind dump. Lucky you.

Anyway, here are some things I don't get:

1. People who have NO CLUE what it means to be a friend.

2. It's called following through, keeping your word, or simple common courtesy--look it up.

3. It's called manners--look it up.

4. When the same annoying commercial airs during EVERY break.

5. Trash talk--unless it's the fun, flirty, sparring brand...not the malicious, idiotic, you-look-like-the-backside-of-donkey kind.

6.  People who desperately want to control YOUR life.

7.  Mind games--for the record, they aren't cool...they're lame and highly detectable.

8.  Lacking accountability.  It's really shocking how many people refuse to take accountability for their actions.

9. Venom spewers. Really? What's the purpose? Namely, I'm thinking about people who decided that their world would come crashing down if they didn't tell me how it only makes sense that someone like me would cheer for Dale Jr. I won't go into detail on what was said about Dale.  Apparently, according to XYZ, if I cared about my status, I would switch to Kyle Busch.

A. I'm happy and proud to cheer for Dale the driver and Dale the person.
B. I'm not a fair weather fan in ANY sport.
C. You don't even like racing...and I have a middle finger on each hand.

Dale, Dallas, Dad, and Dumbledore

Dale Jr.:  You would have thought Dale Earnhardt Jr. had won the race Sunday at Talladega...and he kinda did. He and teammate Jimmie Johnson stayed paired up all day long, even leading for a time. By the end, everybody was looking at Jeff Gordon/Mark Martin, Clint Boyer/Kevin Harvick, and Edwards/Biffle for the win...then, on the inside, a bullet 48 car was being pushed like hell by another bullet, his teammate, Dale Jr. If it wasn't for some strong hands and good pushing, Jimmie probably wouldn't have won that race. It was a helluva finish.

After the race, Jimmie credited Dale for the win, even handing him the checkered flag. When he finished 2nd to Harvick at Martinsville, all of the talk was how Dale should've shoved Harvick out of the way for the win.  Anyone who has followed this sport knows that Dale is not that kind of driver--he's a gentleman driver, much like Mark Martin.  People love to point out his winless streak, intimating he should have been someone he isn't just to get that win.  That's not him, and I hope it never will be. There are more important things.

Now, as far as this two-car tandem-style racing? Not really sold on it. Yes, it made for a fantastic finish, but it's just not the same as the old style. I dunno. Just my gut reaction. 

Dale finished 4th and moved up to 3rd in Spring Cup Standings.

Dallas Mavericks: Gotta tell you, I, like many Mavericks' fans, am annoyed by players and even a coach (I'm looking at you Karl) dogging my Mavs! So, it was sweet satisfaction to see the Mavs win the first game against the Trail Blazers. I know we've got a long way to go--and I know it's been a tough go here for a while--but that first win was a step in the right direction...and a boot up the bums of the smack talkers. Game 2 is tonight.

Dad & Dumbledore: I loaned Dad my copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince the other day. He wanted to refresh his memory before watching Deathly Hallows, Part One.

Dad: "This one's about Dumbledork, right?"

You read right.

Me, eyebrows raised, unsuccessfully trying to hide a smirk: "Dumbledore, you mean?"

Dad, smirking: "Yeah, Dumbledork, that's what I said."

This is a time-honored tradition, or so it seems.  When I was a toddler, it was Mickey Moose.  I'd stomp my footy-pajama-foot like there was no tomorrow.  My love of Scooby-Doo prompted him to turn Scrappy-Doo into Crappy-Doo, guaranteeing wild amounts of foot stomping. 

This is my daddy. :) Characters run in the family.

Smile Time: Dale Jr. Has Some Fun!

I know not all of y'all are NASCAR fans, but I figured you wouldn't mind some laughs, especially around tax time.

Not only has Dale been having some fun on the track (he's up to 6th in Sprint Cup standings, after another top ten finish at Texas this past weekend), but he's also joking around behind the scenes.

When you get a chance, and if you need a smile or two, check out the video here: Dale Jr. & The Prank

Dale Jr. & Moments With Mom

NASCAR, Martinsville: After Dale Earnhardt Jr. took the lead from Kyle Busch late in the race, the crowd--both in my house and at the track--jumped to their feet. But with a handful of laps remaining, Kevin Harvick passed Dale for the win. Some drivers may have bullied past Harvick to regain the lead, but Dale didn’t…and this may come as a surprise, since it is racing, but I’m glad he didn’t.  He showed great self-control by not trying to turn or bump past the 29. 

After the race, Dale seemed a little disappointed—he wanted that win, tasted it…and he wanted that darn clock, too (the trophy for the winner at Martinsville).  He’ll get that clock, and much more, I have no doubt.  Why?  Because, once again, the 88 team showed consistent, competitive, strong, and cohesive teamwork.  Steve Letarte, Dale’s crew chief, is encouraging, supportive, and knows how to improve the car for his driver.  It’s great to see.

Highlight of the race: During an in-car interview on a red flag stop, Dale gave a shout-out to his mom, bringing loads of smiles to his pit (and everyone listening). Is it any wonder why he is so well-liked?  

Speaking of moms, I thought you might like a funny mom moment from over the weekend.  

The Crossbody Handbag: 

Mom: "Oh! Honey, you have to see this cute little handbag I got in the mail."

Me, my handbag buzzer sounding off: "Oooh, lemme see!!!"

Mom, holding something I can only describe as a crinkly mess: "See, it's just big enough to fit my essentials in when I pop over to the craft store! Now, I don't have to haul that big old bag of mine around everywhere."

Insert awkward silence.  Insert crickets.  Picture my eyes, glazed over, staring at the tiny wannabe-handbag-impostor. 

Mom: "Honey? What do you think?"

As she moved the bag to show me how it would look on her, a flash of bright white print caught me eye. 

Me, slightly alarmed: "Mom, what does it say on the front of...it?" I couldn't bring myself to call it a handbag...creature from wannabe-handbag hell, more like.

Mom: "AARP.  They sent it to me. Wasn't that nice?"

Me, vigorously shaking my head: "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no." 

Mom: "Honey?"

Me: "Mom, do you really want to walk around carrying a bag with AARP printed on it?"

Mom, contemplating things for a moment: "It's like saying, 'here comes the old fart,' isn't it?" I grinned and nodded. "Oh, Lord. You're right. I really did want a crossbody bag, though. Just something I can carry when I need to make a quick trip somewhere."

Me: "I'll keep an eye out for the perfect crossbody handbag for my mama...and it won't have AARP on it." 

Laughter ensued. 

Guess who will be getting a crossbody handbag for her birthday.

Change, Dale Earnhardt Jr., and Another Top Ten Finish!

How awesome is this? Dale Earnhardt Jr., after qualifying 33rd for today's race at Vegas, finished an impressive 8th, making it his second straight top ten finish.

What's more?  Dale is currently 10th in Sprint Cup point standings.

Happy.

Honestly, everything seems different this racing season...in a really positive way...and it got me thinking about change.

I've never been fond of the word change.  Meg Ryan sums it up nicely in You've Got Mail: "People are always saying that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all... has happened."

For some things in life, I think she's right. 

Sometimes change is just change.  But, I think there are times when change makes all the difference in the world.  Suppose that's why you take chances...because you never know when that chance will lead to the change you've been hoping for.

The Art Of Conversation

What the heck is in the water today (well, this vibe actually started yesterday and has seemed to carry through to today)?! I swear, it feels like I'm getting talked over left and right.

It's. Driving. Me. Mad.

Maybe we need to go over a few brief pointers from the It's Not All About You Guide to Conversing With Others (you know, that little invisible handbook your mama passes down to you in the form of manners): 

Step one: Take a breath. Breathe. Allow others to interject thoughts. Kindly remember the world does not revolve around you, nor does the sun shine out of your...well, you get the picture.

Step two: Listen to what others have to say. Allow them to share the air. Everyone is entitled to the same amount of oxygen.

Step three: Nod or otherwise acknowledge that you are listening. Staring into oblivion...or at my chest...or at my lips while licking your own...are not suitable ways of letting someone know you are listening--it only shows what you are thinking.

Get these first three steps down, and we're on the road to a much better--less aggravating--conversation. 

Ugh. I just had to vent a little. Sorry about that. Feel better now, though. That's what blogs are for, right?

Time to hum some sunshine-y tune...or, my luck, some hormone-y song.

Sigh. It's a Monday.

On a significantly brighter note, Colin Firth won the Academy for Best Actor, my Mavs won this weekend, AND Dale Earnhardt Jr. overcame quite a bit of on-track adversity to grab a top ten finish at Phoenix. Whoop! *Did I just -whoop-?*

Lady Luck

Lady Luck and I have never been close. Maybe it has to do with me not really relying on her help or calling her a choice name when she sticks her nose in where it doesn't belong. I'm convinced she gets sheer pleasure out of toying with the virgin...like I'm the yarn ball to her cat.

I guess it's safe to say we are at odds most of the time.

Still, I wish I had her direct line because Luck and I need to have a talk.

Yesterday, twenty-year-old NASCAR driver Trevor Bayne, became the youngest winner of the historic Daytona 500.  Oh, and this was his FIRST EVER Daytona 500. To put this win into perspective, Tony Stewart, a two time series champion, has never won the Daytona 500. 

I think just about every NASCAR fan and non-NASCAR fan was happy for this hard working, faith-driven young man.

However, what happened to Dale Earnhardt Jr. is just absurd.

Take a look at the following and tell me Lady Luck doesn't have some explaining to do:

1. Dale wins the pole for the Daytona 500 (meaning he starts the race 1st)
2. During practice, three cars jump in front of Jimmie and Dale, causing Dale to get hit from behind.
3. Pole car...gone; must move to the back-up car.
4. Because he has to move to the back-up car, Dale has to start the race in the back of the pack.
5. Dale masterfully moved up through the pack early on.
6. He lead nine laps over the course of the race.
7. By the end of the race, Dale was in position for the win.
8. With about FIVE laps remaining, he gets a flat tire.
9. Forced to pit, he has to restart 15th/16th.
10. Then, on the restart, he becomes collateral damage in another driver's wreck. Day over, car trashed.
11. From a possible win or top 5...to a 24th place finish.

BFF thought it was terrible what happened--just horrible, horrible luck.

If I could, I'd ask Luck why she feels it's necessary to continue battering the man. Don't you think he had enough of that last year?

Believe me when I say, there are other people in this world perhaps a bit more deserving of your game play. Then again, maybe no one deserves any of the rot you dish out.

Lady Luck, there's a reason your name rhymes with a less than flattering word.

Relevance and Dale Earnhardt Jr.

Question: If someone said to you, "You are not relevant," would that be offensive? How about if someone said, "You [he or she] need to try to become relevant?"

I once had a couple of classmates--groupie girls--tell me that they would never invite me to a post-game party because the Mr. So-and-so's would never be interested in me.  According to them,  I "...would not be relevant to guys like that." i.e. I wasn't a groupie and wouldn't do groupie things.  Of course, relevant was a newly discovered word for them, so maybe they just wanted to work it into a sentence that day. *eye roll*

I remember thinking, what happened to people liking each other for who they really are, not what they do...or don't do? When did being genuine become an irrelevant thing? 

Relevant is like the new buzz word used to talk people down.

If you googled Dale Earnhardt Jr.'s name in the weeks leading up to the Daytona 500, all you read were headlines questioning just how relevant he still is in racing. The headlines included things like: Dale Tries To Become Relevant; Last Chance For Dale Jr. To Remain Relevant, Dale Jr: Racing For Relevance.

Really?

Then you see headlines like, Why Doesn't Dale Jr. Smile Anymore? Wow, I wonder. How much would you want to smile if someone kept badgering you about relevancy, talent, passion, blah, blah, blah??? 

Everyone is relevant in this world.  In such a big 'ol place, it's nice to know you are relevant to your mama, your daddy, your friends, and your loved ones.

As for Dale, he will always be relevant in NASCAR.  It's funny to me, really, that these people who question his relevancy fail to see the irony in what they write: if he wasn't relevant, then why are you writing about him? See? Relevant. More than that, though, he's relevant to the people that matter most in his life--his loved ones...and you can toss in a slew of fans for the heck of it. Not so shabby.

What's my point? Well, I guess it's just to think about what you say before you say it.  We're all in the same boat, no matter our name or station in life...in the end, we're all after the same general things.

***NASCAR NOTE: Yesterday, while running in a two-car tandem with teammate Jimmie Johnson, Robbie Gordon, David Gilliland, and Michael Waltrip veered in front of the 48, causing him to check up and get a little loose. When he did, Dale had to slow up and was hit from behind by Martin Truex Jr. So, even though he won the pole, Dale will have to start in the back of the pack. No biggie. You can move from the back to the front pretty quickly at Daytona...especially if you're the 88.

Why Is It So Difficult To Just Be NICE?

Brief rant: I don't understand why it is so difficult for people to be kind to others. I've seen people place jealousy over friendship, greed over family, and money over love. I've been ridiculed for my choice to wait for love...love, nothing more, nothing less.

Does it hurt? Yes, it does. I'm human. We all are...and THAT is what I don't understand. The very same people spewing venom probably wouldn't like it if they were the recipients. So, why do it? I don't get it.

Recently, Dale Earnhardt, Jr. received a new crew chief and will now share a shop with five-time champ, Jimmie Johnson. The headlines? Oh, things along the lines of the following: One Last Chance For Earnhardt at Hendrick; Last Shot For Dale; Final Ditch Effort. One headline even called him irrelevant.

How cruel can you be? He's a human being, just like you and me. No one deserves this. This man gets hit left and right; when he wins, it's a conspiracy...when he loses, the wolves unleash.

How would you like it? Day in, day out, nothing but negativity.

Today, he won NASCAR's Most Popular Driver Award...for the 8th straight year. He has earned it; people like the man, probably because he is who he is...how many people can you honestly say that about in today's society? Not very many when you really think about it. Most people have hidden agendas or are so busy trying to please other people, they have lost themselves in the process.

What is the first thing I hear after the announcement made it online? "Well, that's the only trophy he can win. Big surprise, his fans just want to make sure he has at least one trophy in his case. By the way, how's his girlfriend?"

Now, the "girlfriend" comment is something that non-fans have been throwing in true-fans' faces for a while...and I have something to say about the situation, which I will do in a separate post, even though I strongly dislike the "gossip" talk. While it's really no one's business, I feel it's time something is said 'cause this fan has had enough.

As to his driving: the man CAN drive, so stop with the "overrated" talk. Please, before you actually spew the venom, take a look at his record...do your homework. This is the kind of thing that can totally chip away at a person's confidence. I don't care who you are, no one can shoulder the weight of the world.

Look, teams in all sports go through highs and lows, ups and downs...that's the nature of sports in general. I've been through Super Bowls with my Cowboys; I've also witnessed (oftentimes with an overactive gag reflex) a 1-15 season. It's a cycle. Eventually, they will rise to the top once more. As will Dale.

I suppose my point is this: Be kind to others. Absolutely nothing is gained by cruelty.

Remember the Golden Rule? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

It's really not difficult to be a nice person. Not sure why some find it so challenging.

Dallas Cowboys--That's 3 Wins, Baby! Mavs--Thank you! Jimmie Johnson--Just Wow.

Wonderful weekend for my Texas teams!

Dallas Cowboys: Yes, yes, it's only 3 wins for my Cowboys, but, hey, they're wins. The Cowboys handily defeated the Detroit Lions today before heading into their annual Thanksgiving Day game this coming Thursday. This year will be a test for my 'Boys--we have to face the reigning Super Bowl champs, the New Orleans Saints. Yeah. I may want to have my turkey well before the game. I'm already a little gag-ish.

Dallas Mavericks: After losing to the Bulls, the Mavericks came back and defeated the Atlanta Hawks, making my family very happy. Dirk is just pure joy to watch.

NASCAR NEWS: Jimmie Johnson and the 48 team won their 5th STRAIGHT NASCAR Sprint Cup Championship. That's 5 in a row, folks. Whether you are a 48 fan or not, it is hard to be anything other than completely gobsmacked by what he has accomplished. He and crew chief Chad Knaus are one heck of a dynamic duo. Congratulations to the 48 team and Hendrick Motorsports for a 5th consecutive title.

As for my driver, well, we just have to look to next season. I imagine there will be some changes to the 88 team. Something has got to give there. If given the cars (and that special kind of chemistry between crew chief and driver) Jimmie has had, I have no doubt Dale would be celebrating wins...and probably one or more championships. I'm a believer in timing--when it's right, it will happen. 'Til next year.

Apparently, I Have A Faux Husband. Terrific.

Wake up: I fell out of the bed. Haven't done that since I was seven. In all fairness, my foot was wrapped up in the sheet. Thinking it would just slip free, I crawled out, kind-of flew forward, and...THUD.

This little mishap set up the rest of my day. Sadly, I was blissfully unaware of that fact.

Lunch: Picked up a few things for mom at the grocery store. Traditional family Thanksgiving grocery trip forthcoming. Said grocery excursion is almost always reminiscent of the Griswolds.

Delivering items to mom was eventful. Walked in and mom started talking about an episode of House Hunters from last night.

Me: "Ooh, what was the situation?"

Yes, I do like House Hunters...and Property Virgins--don't say it.

Mom: "She's a grandmother looking to move closer to her daughters and granddaughters. After the grandmother picked her house, she talked about how lucky she is to be near her daughters and have so many grandchildren...with another one of the way--one of her daughters was noticeably pregnant."

Mom, under her breath: "Ugh, witch."

Oh. My. God. There goes the flashing single sign over my head, sirens blazing.

Me: "Um, what did you say?"

Mom: "Huh? Oh, nuthin' darlin'. Nuthin."

Me: "Mom, you called her a witch. It's because she has grandchildren, isn't it?"

Mom, looking like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar: "Well, yes, in part. I just know I would rock as a grandma."

Me: "You would. I would love nothing more than to see you as a hip granny."

Mom: "I would love nothing more than to see you as a beautiful, sweet, adoring, wonderful mama."

Okay, trying to keep from crying. Won't cry. Won't cry. My clock isn't ticking yet, so the tears are solely for the fact that my mama thinks I would make a wonderful mommy. 

Mom: "The most important thing is for you to be happy. Never jump into anything just because...it has to be right in your heart and your instincts have to be there. You are always perfect to me, married, unmarried, whatever."

Me: "I love you, mom."

Mom: "I love you too, my baby girl."

I love these moments.

Mom: "Um, there is one little thing..."

Oh, Lord.

Me: "Mom, what have you done?"

Mom: "I meant everything I said but...there is a possibility that...I...may have...inadvertently...well...I have a son-in-law."

Me: "What?"

Mom: "You're married."

Me: "Huh?"

Mom: "Well, I was nervous. There were these big guys, so I told them my son-in-law was here and would help me."

Me: "When have you ever been nervous? And what big guys?"

Mom: "That's neither here nor there, my lovely, just know I accidentally said you have a husband."

Me: "I have a faux husband. That's just terrific. That's the only thing you could think of?"

Mom: "I can't control what my mouth does...it was the first thing that flew out."

Me: "Yeah, doesn't that worry you just a little? The first thing that enters your mind is to craft a faux husband for your daughter? I mean, why couldn't you have said Dad was with you?"

Mom: "Huh. That would have made more sense."

Great. My mom's subconscious is now acting out. 

Night: Watching the Longhorns (basketball) and NASCAR Camping World Truck race on SPEED...with my faux husband. Well, hell, why not? He's as invisible as air, right?

Reckon I'll watch Ghost Adventures later, mourn the end of NASCAR's season this weekend--hope Dale can end the season on a high note. I've got my Dallas Mavericks starting soon. Mainly, I will sit here this Friday night--date night--alone with my chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

Oh, wait, I have my faux-friggin' husband to keep me company. Yippee.

Halloween...Ghosts...Spirits...Virgins???

Morning: No idea...slept straight through. Prince Charming could have been singing outside my window, tossing boulders at my house, and I wouldn't have heard a thing. Zzzzzzzz.

Wake-Up: ARGH! What in the name of Halloween is that banging?!?!? Loud--I mean--loud banging. Dear God! Must grab something to defend myself. Ah, perfect: my trusty hair comb and umbrella. (upon reflection, not the best self-defense tools of the trade, but when bleary-eyed and groggy, you go with whatever looks like something you can fling, jab, or flail). My heart pounding, I tiptoed down the stairs, carefully rounding each corner like a slinky cat...in hot pink slippers. Nothing. Everything was absolutely still. Suppose it could have been a neighbor, but the banging sounded like it was inside the house. Odd.

Lunch and Some Myths: "I heard banging in the house, but when I checked, nothing was there," I said to my mom over a baked potato, salad, and milk (no soda--excellent me!).

"Hmm, well maybe you heard a spirit," she said in all seriousness. She does love Halloween.

"Um, what?" She takes this Halloween thing a bit too far sometimes.

"You know, they say virgins and children are more susceptible to sounds and voices from the other side."

Way too far.

Although, this isn't the first time I've heard of this myth and, with hand on heart, I can honestly say I have had my fair share of unexplainable events (one involving my papaw). It's all a little difficult to explain, but I tend to believe in the paranormal. I do like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures--fun shows. I fully intend to watch Ghost Hunters Live tonight.

Still...

"Why virgins do you think?" I asked my mom.

"Well, I would think it's because virgins have less of life's scarring and are more open-minded to things."

Why do moms always say things in a manner that makes complete and total sense out of something totally incomprehensible? Hmm. It's all very intriguing. Maybe this is my calling. Maybe I'm to be a world-renowned medium and can interview famous spirits about their first sexual encounters. Uh, um...oooh, maybe I can roam heaven's citizens for my "dead" soul mate. Err. Maybe not.

Late Afternoon and Evening: Cowboys lost...again...to Jacksonville. Pathetic. We are now 1-6. It's almost getting comical, like playing connect-the-dots to see what picture you will get. Right now, I'm getting a picture of a giant horse's a**.  Wonder what it will be by the end of the season...oh, wait, it is the end of the season.

Dale Earnhardt Jr:  Oh, God, it just gets worse. I love watching him drive in restrictor plate races--he's like Maverick, You Big Stud (Top Gun, for those unfamiliar), especially in these races...fun to watch and you marvel over the man's technique. Today, at Talladega, Dale was driving masterfully; he had a fast car; he led laps...then, all heck broke loose.  He got into Jeff Burton a little too hard and....you guessed it: wreck. Dale's chances of winning? None. Day over. So sad. Just sucks for him...want to see him back in winner's circle.

It was one of those racing deals. Dale felt terrible, blaming himself for the incident. Honestly, when I see some drivers give interviews (or run away from them) and have zero accountability, it makes me proud to cheer for Dale--he's all man.

Night: Watching Ghost Hunters LIVE on SyFy. Fun stuff.

RING. RING.

Oh, Lord, I'm about to find out everything...married, not married, married, not married. What do I want to hear? Would it even change anything? No, it wouldn't...it couldn't.  My friends used to say it's written in the stars. If true, why have the stars been buried in clouds all these years?

RING. RING.

BFF: "We suck. We suck bad. It's over. We're going 1-15. We're the worst team in the NFL."

Time for a BFF rant on the Cowboys.

Late Night: After diagnosing the Cowboys and answering some e-mails, I finished watching Ghost Hunters Live (no major ghosts found), ate some candy corn (very wrong), drank some soda (really must stop), and decided to solve two of the world's major problems (much better use of time). It's unfortunate my mind has been preoccupied with more pressing matters...like whether I prefer the caviar shampoo sample I received to Pantene, my old standby (don't think I prefer said sample).  Hmm. Not a great use of my time.

I blame the Cowboys...and my toilet.  It all started with toilet toes.  

Oh, and the Texas Rangers lost. Gotta tell ya, I'm just hitting it out of the ballpark this year, aren't I? If this is any indication of what's to come when pesky-pissy-pricky phone decides to ring, then I may need to consider massive quantities of Advil...and Pepto-Bismol.

Rant FOR Dale Earnhardt Jr....last rant of the night...promise...

Today was Dale's 36th birthday, which they reminded us throughout the race. That fact was particularly difficult given the day he had. I felt so dang bad for him--when you have your teammates running first, second, third, and you're running a lap down, well, wouldn't that tick the holy heck out of you?

He doesn't deserve to have crap cars every week; he shouldn't have to run back in the back...he's too good for that--and, yes, dear naysayers, he is too good for that. His CC made a questionable call, but that is neither here nor there at this point, since it's week after week of the same thing. How the man is keeping his composure with media and reporters is beyond me, but it speaks volumes to his character. 

Let's hope things get better for him. Something's gotta give.

Dallas Cowboys Lose Again , But Dale Jr. Finishes 4th

I love my Dallas Cowboys. I always will love my Dallas Cowboys.  Having said that, I am utterly disgusted with the start to this season. 

Ugh, I need Tylenol. 

My conclusions:

1.  Poor play calling: Predictable. I'm a girl, sitting at home, watching the game on t.v., and I can tell you the play before it happens.  There isn't that spark; there isn't any gutsy play calling. It's vanilla. Plain.  Boring.  Has Garrett lost his edge? Did he ever an edge or was his first season a fluke?

2.  Red Zone Freeze: Even when they drive it down field, they seem to lock up in the red zone. For whatever reason, the plays that got them to the red zone are not getting them into the end zone. Mix it up! This team has so many options...it's literally nonsensical that they can't get touchdowns.

3.  Missed field goals: Had Buehler made the field goal, we would have had a tie football game...and a chance to win. 

4.  Tony Romo's inconsistency: Many Dallas fans are split right down the middle on their feelings for Tony Romo--some love him, some hate him.  I don't hate the guy--I'm just not sure he's the answer. I don't think he's a bad quarterback; I just don't feel comfortable with him.  For me, it's about consistency.  Today, I saw low passes, short passes, passes behind his receivers, etc. While watching, I'm wishing Troy could run down from the booth and onto the field.  If I felt 100% about my QB, I wouldn't wish for my former QB (who I always felt 100% about).  I was watching Cutler making passes left and right, and I wished he had a star on his helmet. That's not good.  Not that Romo didn't try--he did drive us down field and had to watch Roy Williams cough it up.  His two interceptions bounced off receivers' hands and into defenders eager paws.  Still, I don't feel comfortable with him.  And yes, I've seen Romo's stats.  But, here's the thing about stats: they look fabulous on paper, but if they do not produce results off the paper, what's their worth, really?

5.  Missed opportunities. I don't think there is a need to say more.


Note: Jason Witten wobbled off the field, clearly woozy after a tough hit (the back of his head struck the turf).  He wasn't allowed to go back out on the field for the remainder of the game, but that didn't keep him from showing just how much he cares about his football team: Jason passionately and repeatedly tried to get back in the game. Bless him. His health is more important, but it was endearing to see him so ready to go back in and help the team. 




God help me, I love my Cowboys, but watching this wasted talent is literally painful. 

Forget Tylenol, I need Advil.


NASCAR: There is a silver lining to another Cowboys loss--Dale finished 4th today after starting way back in the pack (around 31st or 32nd).  This is what I hoped for him: he has enough stress and pressure to deal with on a regular basis, but without the chase to worry about, he (and his team) can just dig in and go for wins and/or top 5 finishes.  Way to go, Dale--really great driving!

Looking On The Bright Side Sucks Somtimes.

Me: "Oh, just look on the bright side of things!  There's always a bright side!"

Who am I?  Flipping Pollyanna? Why don't I just belt out The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow while I'm at it?!

What a load of crap.

Just kidding.  Kind of.

Cowboys lost. They played horribly. Not having our two O-line guys really hurt; too many holding penalties; inability to score once in the red zone; costly fumble; costly missed field goal...the list goes on. Shame.

As I said in my last post, I have a bright side to the loss.  Swallowing my pride here.  Just give me a second. Hold on. Ahem.  Must clear my throat.  Slight gag.  Bright side: At least my NASCAR driver is happy, which will hopefully carry forward to the week ahead.

There we go. Done and dusted. Moving on...

Dale Earnhardt Jr. = Redskins Fan = Dilemma

Dilemma: As a fellow Dallas Cowboys fan kindly reminded me, Dale Jr., my NASCAR driver, is a Redskins fan. Said Dallas Cowboys fan also believes I am a traitor to the Cowboys because I pull for a driver who pulls for the Redskins.

Personally, I see the two as mutually exclusive. In NASCAR, it's Dale; in football, it's the Cowboys. Simple as that.

So, what is this dilemma? There is no question Dale has had a rough season...last night was no exception. You know, I'd like to see the man have something to smile about--a Redskins win would do it, I'm sure. Still don't see the dilemma? Check this quote by Dale after last night's rough race:

"I'm going to go to the Redskins game (Sunday). Maybe that will cheer me up. If they get their ass kicked, that's not going to be good. Monday will be a bad day." (Dale's Rough Night).

Yeah.  He's going to the game.  The NASCAR fan in me would love to see him find that spark he needs to head into the week.  The Cowboys fan that I am says, "Yeah, sorry about that, but ain't noooooo way.  Game on. Bring it. Grrr." Okay, I added the grr, but still...

So, to address my fellow Cowboys friend, I will NOT be pulling for the 'Skins--THAT would constitute a traitorous act against my Cowboys.  I WILL be cheering for my 'Boys with the same intensity I've always had.

However, in keeping with my need to try and find the bright side of things, should my Cowboys not make it out with a victory....GAG...I will take some solace in knowing that my NASCAR driver is a little happier.

Game on.

NASCAR: Bright Side To Dale Jr. Not Making The Chase

Dale Earnhardt Jr. did not make the chase this year...and it's really okay. Why? Because now Dale and his team have 10 weeks, nothing to lose, and everything to gain. It's the best possible remedy to a frustrating season. Think about it: if he had made the chase, media scrutiny would have quadrupled, particularly if he didn't emerge as a real contender for the title.

Now, without the additional spotlight, he and his team can get down to business, no chase-strings.  I remember not too long ago when Tony Stewart missed the cut for the chase; he let it roll off his back and drove like a bat outta hell...and he won races. 

As much as I would like to point the finger at his crew chief, Lance McGrew, I'm trying to reserve judgment. Why? Because I'd like to see what they can do as a team without the pressure of the chase weighing on their shoulders. Life's about chances.  

With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Dale could very well close this season on one heck of a high note.  Here's hoping.

"Always find the bright side, no matter how dark it is in the room...it's usually just a flick of the light-switch away."