Oh my holy hotdamn. Drag racing is awesome. I’ve been to the Nascar and Formula 1 races before. Yawn. Lots of rednecks drinking beer and eating fried chicken. Whooping and hollering for Junior. You can keep it. But this 325-mph stuff? All kinds of cool.

We left Saturday morning around 8 a.m. - and got to the track before 11. We only stayed until 3 o’clock or so, because the traffic would have been horrendous otherwise, but … we will be going back. If you like speed, this is the stuff. It blew me away.

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Sunday I started working out again. I need to lose 10 lbs so that the Hotfessional wardrobe doesn’t need to be replaced. In April, 2003, I started doing “The Firm“. I went from a size 12 to a size 6 over the next 6 months. I started eating smarter, and worked out 5-6 times/week. Even with my travel schedule, I kept up with it. And pretty much kept off the weight and bought a bunch of new clothes.

And then, somehow, after we moved into this house last year, I started slacking off. And then, this past spring, I simply got so freaking bored with it all, and I was tired of getting home and changing into workout clothes and going down to the ‘House of Pain’ (the basement) and then by the time I was finished? Dark outside. I felt like I never got to see the sun. I was seriously feeling deprived, and wanted to work in my garden. So, I hung up the DVDs and decided to take a couple of months off.

Unfortunately, my body didn’t like that I was taking time off. Ewww, and it’s short & tank top weather. The flabby arms and cellulite and belly hanging over my low-rise shorts were. grossing. me. out. So, I worked out yesterday for an hour. Today? Can’t fucking move. But I know it will be worth it.

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Shortman came home yesterday. He termed his week with 5 cousins (aged 18 to 3) as “an adventure.” The three youngest absolutely adore him. The 10-year-old, who has some developmental problems, kept Shortman hopping. He so wants to be “grown up”, and he has some interesting ways of proving that he’s “big”.

First, he assumed that Shortman’s toothpaste was shaving gel, and proceeded to get a razor from someplace and, using toothpaste, shaved. The mess was, according to Shortman, nothing less than spectacular. No injuries, thank goodness, but the 10-year-old was certainly going to impress upon his cousin just how mature he is.

Another incident involved a different toothpaste. When the 13-year-old (girl) punched the 10-year-old in the nose (this is why I stopped at one child you’all, I knew that I couldn’t stand the kind of drama that surrounds my sister), the 10-year-old decided that he needed some extra sympathy. Up to the bathroom, a squirt of Close-up (red) toothpaste into the nostril….and voila! a bloody nose, courtesy of his mean sister.

How do you not laugh at that? That is some creative shit!

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—- D-day ended up being last Friday. Nearly 200 people that I knew and worked with lost their jobs. It’s just too depressing to talk about. Maybe later. —-

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