Anyway, here's the three I did so far today.
Hat Number 6
Hat Number 7
So anyway... there they are. My man just don't get it. I was feeling so good and happy and silly and groovy and stuff and he made fun of my hats and just took all the fun out of it for a bit. Sort of like having ice water thrown in your face. But then, the poor man has no sense of humor anyway. How can I expect him to "get it"? His sense of humor is mummified. If he tried to limber up some and get silly, he would disintegrate and turn to dust.
That's not what I want to talk about tho. I don't want to think about it. I'm happy, happy, happy. I'm in my own little world where nothing bothers me and I'm not letting him in here with me to ruin my "special place". I am happy, truly I am.
I had the strangest dream last night. I don't know why. I mean, I wasn't even thinking about racing or anything like that yesterday or the day before. I been working on my hats and stuff. But last night I had a dream that I had a tryst with David Reutimann. Now don't get me wrong. He's one of my favorite drivers. He seems like a nice person, and he's got loads of talent. Plus... he's a good ol' Florida cracker head boy, so he's got that going for him. HA! And he is kind of cute,
I'm trying to watch the Nationwide Series race at Gateway tonight, which he is racing in, but they are having trouble keeping their lights on. It's an old, old raceway. But still... you'd think that they'd be better prepared for a live TV event. Oh well, that's racing. Anything can happen and usually does. Reutimann is running up front right now. Sweet. Perhaps I'll have to pay more attention to him. Wonder what that dream meant? It wasn't like I knew him or anything, not even in the dream. But we were sure making out. Very strange.
Anywho... I think I mentioned that I found my thumbscrews. Yep, I did. Anyway, one of the songs I listened to today was this one:
Brand New Key ~ Melanie
I remember this song from my childhood. I loved it when I was a very little girl, like before I started school or just after. Not sure when it came out, but I was very young. I know we were still living at my Granny's house and Virginia from across the street used to babysit us. She made a blue cake one day. It looked so weird, but it was tasty. She was a real "flower child", or would have liked to be, but her Dad was pretty strict and wouldn't let her indulge her "creative" side. She was a nice girl tho. I love her to pieces. Still keep in touch even tho she's been living in Canada for the past 30 years or so.
So.. that's my blog for today. Not very special I know, for post number one hundred, but there it is. I'm only partially here. I am, after all, watching the race.
See you all later. If I don't blog again before I go to FL, I will surely blog about that when I get back. Ta-ta for now.