<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:52.726-06:00</updated><category term='NHL'/><category term='Lady Speed Stick Invisible Strawberry Splash'/><category term='Denny Hamlin'/><category term='China'/><category term='Alan Bestwick'/><category term='7-11'/><category term='O&apos;Reilly 300'/><category term='Beijing'/><category term='Joe Gibbs Racing'/><category term='Tim Horton&apos;s'/><category term='Ray Evernham'/><category term='Elliott Sadler'/><category term='Stupid Fans'/><category term='Hermie Sadler'/><category term='Pez'/><category term='Richard Petty'/><category term='family'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Sadler Barn Party'/><category term='Blue Bonnets'/><category term='Barbeque'/><category term='Ford Edge'/><category term='Dale Earnhardt Jr'/><category term='Nascar Busch Series'/><category term='CMT'/><category term='Tornado'/><category term='Virginia Tech'/><category term='Brad Coleman'/><category term='Rutledge Wood'/><category term='Coca-Cola 600'/><category term='Fantastic 4'/><category term='Evernham Motorsports'/><category term='Scott Riggs'/><category term='Nascar.com'/><category term='Sacred Racing Waffle'/><category term='Nashville Star'/><category term='Dover'/><category term='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><category term='Dick Berggren'/><category term='Canada&apos;s Food Guide'/><category term='Mark Aumann'/><category term='Shane Huffman'/><category term='Goodyear'/><category term='Texas Motor Speedway'/><category term='CFL'/><category term='On The Border Restaurant'/><category term='Rockwell Automation'/><category term='Nascar'/><category term='UT Tower'/><category term='Blake Shelton'/><category term='Jeff Gordon'/><category term='Ward Burton'/><category term='Freezing Rain'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Ray Wilie Hubbard'/><category term='Kasey Kahne'/><category term='David Caravillo'/><category term='Nascar Race Day on Speed'/><category term='Dr. Bunsen Honeydew'/><category term='Kevin Harvick'/><category term='Waffle House'/><category term='Genesis 9:16'/><category term='angle iron'/><category term='Navy Car'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Tortillas'/><category term='JR Motorsports'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='DFW'/><category term='Marcos Ambrose'/><category term='Jamie McMurray'/><category term='Henry&apos;s Wall'/><category term='Arby&apos;s'/><category term='Stephen Leicht'/><category term='Robert Yates'/><category term='California'/><category term='WalMart Supercenters'/><category term='Trackside'/><category term='Aric Almirola'/><category term='Texas State Capitol'/><category term='Bob Dillner'/><category term='Juan Pablo Montoya'/><category term='Strawberry Bubblicious'/><category term='Inside Nextel Cup'/><category term='Richard Simmons'/><category term='Dibs'/><category term='grill out'/><category term='John Lithgow'/><category term='Denver Airport'/><category term='Ice Cream'/><category term='Beeker'/><category term='Hot Breakfast Sandwich'/><category term='John Roberts'/><category term='Matt Kenseth'/><category term='Waffles'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Book Depository'/><category term='kangaroo hat'/><category term='Talladega Superspeedway'/><title type='text'>Puddle Ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'>A little about what's going on, maybe a few musings...  We'll see what happens!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4007671666960864329</id><published>2009-02-18T19:37:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:05:28.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas - Day One - Wed. Feb. 18th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Woke up late this morning - much later than I wanted to!!  So it was a rush to get out of the house and on the way to the airport.  Thankfully, I made it in time...  Got parked, ended up waiting for the 5th shuttle bus to go by me to stop and pick me up.  I was freezing, the wind was cold at about -15 C.  Anyway the guy who did pick me up carried my luggage for me so I was thankful for that!!  I made it through check-in, US Customs, and Security just fine, with 45 minutes to spare, before scheduled boarding.  I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;as first to board the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The flight was uneventful, which is a good thing in a flight.  lol  The only problem was it got really warm on the plane.  I was sitting on the "sunny side" of the plane, so the window shades got really hot, even with the little overhead vent turned on.  Oh, and it's been a whuoie since I flew WestJet.  A pillow &amp;amp; blanket is now $7. Headphones are not free, and movies are pay-per-view.  I thought I would save my money for chocolate.!!  Anyway, flew over Hoover Dam when we came in for the landing.  From the air, you can really see the draught of Lake Mead.  Subdivisions that were once "lake front property" are, well, not so much anymore.  Looking forward to going to the dam at some point during my visit.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merri met me at the gate and we went to get my luggage.  Then we were off to one of her chocolate lounges.  mmmm  I had the most amazing chocolate frappachino drink thing - Angel you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;try one next time you are here (there is an Ethel M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Chocolate Lounge in Fashion Show Mall which would be handy if you stay on the Strip).  I also had a piece of that wonderful chocolate stribboined peanut brittle, it was owesome (and I did think of Susan &amp;amp; Dave when I ate it)!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We came home and I met Merri's husband John, and Merri's mom Dollie.  John made a great lunch (breakfast scramble thingy).  I unpacked some stuff.  Then we headed out to Red Rock Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just about 20 miles out of the city, Red Rock Canyon is very pretty, and as you can guess from the name, the rock is...  red!!  We saw a lot if people rock climbing and repelling.  Looked like fun!  lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ41LB0_IYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GJ7JvPtDdUY/s1600-h/P1070909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ41LB0_IYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GJ7JvPtDdUY/s320/P1070909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304735874674532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ41LB0_IYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GJ7JvPtDdUY/s1600-h/P1070909.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rock climbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pictures. Merri has a new camera with some big lenses, so she was experimenting a bit, and is now playing with them on the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ44t9iw2RI/AAAAAAAAAik/VjdjvFrneTw/s1600-h/P1070939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ44t9iw2RI/AAAAAAAAAik/VjdjvFrneTw/s320/P1070939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304739773354662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Merri taking pics with her new camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided they (her cameras/lenses) were going to be very helpful at the races - she will be able to take some amazing pics, so looking forward to that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ43F7kgkII/AAAAAAAAAic/o-zYksKYOvw/s1600-h/P1070959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ43F7kgkII/AAAAAAAAAic/o-zYksKYOvw/s320/P1070959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304737986118717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ4zbFXhE5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/HOqoEcF7-CQ/s1600-h/P1070910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ4zbFXhE5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/HOqoEcF7-CQ/s320/P1070910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304733951479321490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ40fVcLxEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/l8TNKm_tNEw/s1600-h/P1070919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ40fVcLxEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/l8TNKm_tNEw/s320/P1070919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304735124024968258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On the way back we stopped at of course - Walmart!!  Now we're home again and looks like John has supper ready!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yup.  Very good!  Shepard's pie thing, mmm mmm.  So now, I'm about ready for bed.  It's an hour difference here, which is not bad but I had a rough start today...  I don't think I woke up till I was actually in the shower. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4007671666960864329?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4007671666960864329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4007671666960864329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4007671666960864329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4007671666960864329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegas-day-one-wed-feb-18th-2009.html' title='Vegas - Day One - Wed. Feb. 18th, 2009'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/SZ41LB0_IYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GJ7JvPtDdUY/s72-c/P1070909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-8395315182854333483</id><published>2007-11-09T20:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:13:44.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream "Sale"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I went in to 7-11 today to get a slurpee. I love the new Blueberry Watermelon Wisdom one by Frutopia. They also have it as a juice flavour in the frozen concentrated juices at the grocery. Yum! My other new favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I’m getting my slurpee, I saw that Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s is on sale. That’s right, on sale! For the bargain price of $9.99, you get two containers of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s. What a bargain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Austin again last week, and they still sell Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s in 7-11 for about $2.50… And the Canadian dollar closed today at 0.9428 cents per USD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble grumble grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-8395315182854333483?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8395315182854333483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=8395315182854333483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8395315182854333483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8395315182854333483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-cream-sale.html' title='Ice Cream &quot;Sale&quot;'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4376622927161510156</id><published>2007-09-14T13:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:01:29.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Speed Stick Invisible Strawberry Splash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strawberry Bubblicious'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Bubbalicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I recently purchased a new anti-perspirant. It's Lady Speed Stick Invisible Plus, and the scent is Strawberry Splash. And it smells just like Strawberry Bubblicious bubble gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHQC4Pb_WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DQm1Lo-Q2KI/s1600-h/Strawberry+Bubblicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121102999172414818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHQC4Pb_WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DQm1Lo-Q2KI/s400/Strawberry+Bubblicious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I can't imagine that it tastes the same though. LOL And I don't intend to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you see me sniffing my deodorant, pay no mind!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4376622927161510156?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4376622927161510156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4376622927161510156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4376622927161510156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4376622927161510156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/09/strawberry-bubbalicious.html' title='Strawberry Bubbalicious'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHQC4Pb_WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DQm1Lo-Q2KI/s72-c/Strawberry+Bubblicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-7325800694974897658</id><published>2007-08-31T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:22:03.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trackside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ward Burton'/><title type='text'>Ward Burton on Trackside - Fontana</title><content type='html'>Wawuhd clips from tonight's Trackside from Fontana, California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding him and Elliott both having grandstands named after them at SaowuhBawuhstuhn Speeway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Uh gowa lil sumthin uhthere, uhthing they pu me induhcohwnuh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to his day in the car today (even though not making the race) and coming back and running this car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ah've hadduhbawhul&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammond asked about some of his qualifying efforts this year like at Indy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nouh, you're eggsacklayriuht....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about his team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ah tell you whut Ah’m reelluh prawduh aawlthos guyuhs an thankin Stayuht WawduhHeytuhs n Lewwcuss fuh everythin theyuhve dunnuhsupporddus. Anyud Lahree us - LahreeMclewuh issastanup guyuh. Ah’m telling yas he’suh good felluhan all dows guyuhs ondateam wourk sow hawuhdh anwe do ah thank aye lowt wituhliddle… anif ahwe hayuhd an opportoontee tagit uhliddl biuht mowuh feyenaychulbackin tado sogood thayunghs fowuha spawnsuhh onoff tha trayuk wecou - well uh know wecoube muchbedduh. Eeyuts tufftadaay ayunEeyuts tuffsittinheuh wituh smiuhl own muhfayce buddah ayuhm prawduh thos guyus an uhm prawduhthrayceteyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott asks him about what he would do to make qualifying more fair for go-or-go-homers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thtemchure chayuhguhs so muuchuh tha greyup thawe git indeserayuhscaws theyuhnexthingyaknow somguyuh gows rellyfayus or rellyslow jusfruhm thdrawuh offa haat... Whevuh yew cayuhn masomeun fayuh, ya doih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' about qualifying and how close it was qualifying at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Powcayuhnowuh &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about teams outside the top 35 making or not making the race:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Liuhk theyuhsuh deyuth indafayuhmly at thamowmen, ooore dersuhbiiruth.  Tha's howsirius thateams oudduhtha tawuph thirddyfawvuh taykit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Ward Burton! He has such experience and wisdom in racing - he's the last of a dying breed of racer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-7325800694974897658?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7325800694974897658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=7325800694974897658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7325800694974897658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7325800694974897658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/08/ward-burton-on-trackside-fontana.html' title='Ward Burton on Trackside - Fontana'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-8155555373518313134</id><published>2007-08-18T15:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:50:00.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas - Day 6 - Tuesday, April 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175675267634504818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OxO-ghJHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QJF9Tp7ohDQ/s400/P1020805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Dixie knew we were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tuesday morning Susan and Dave both left for work very early. That’s the trouble with taking time off – you have to work twice as hard before you go and after you come back to ‘catch up’. Robin and I packed our stuff and Susan called us a cab. We stopped at her office downtown and said a quick goodbye, and then were off to the airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin &amp;amp; I checked in for our flights, and grabbed something to eat. Robin’s flight left before mine, so I walked her to her gate. Another not so much goodbye but see ya soon – heck you think I’m gonna let my scanner buddy go to too many races without me?! LOL She boarder her plane, woobie and pallow in hand. My flight wouldn’t leave for another hour or so, but soon I was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no problems getting through the Dallas and Denver airports, and back home to Edmonton. No problems getting through customs either – but I was the last one off the plane and the last one to go through Customs. I was exhausted. I got the shuttle back to the Valu-Park and got my car. In about 45 minutes I was home and collapsed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trip! What a time!! And all I could think about was, “When can I go again?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; could &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; enjoy Susan &amp;amp; Dave’s hospitality. They were so amazing to us the whole time – I can’t say enough about them. I can’t even fathom how anyone in his or her right mind could not have had fun on such a trip, not to mention insist they never want to go back, or say some of the things I’ve heard said about this fab couple. I can’t tell you how profusely grateful I am for everything they did for me, and for us, to ensure we had a fantastic experience. The only thing they asked of us in return was that we have fun. The words Thank You are just not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Susan &amp;amp; Dave are remarkable people and I am so very blessed to know them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175618990678024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N-DOghImI/AAAAAAAAARs/qbBA3NB-F6Q/s400/P1020602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you to two &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; Texans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-8155555373518313134?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8155555373518313134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=8155555373518313134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8155555373518313134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8155555373518313134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/08/texas-day-6-tuesday-april-17.html' title='Texas - Day 6 - Tuesday, April 17'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OxO-ghJHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QJF9Tp7ohDQ/s72-c/P1020805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-7398697238387205065</id><published>2007-08-14T11:56:00.055-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:59:46.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas State Capitol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry&apos;s Wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Depository'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Bonnets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UT Tower'/><title type='text'>Texas - Day 5 - Monday, April 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OevOghI1I/AAAAAAAAATg/zWeR0nkRQRI/s1600-h/P1020638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175654930964357970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OevOghI1I/AAAAAAAAATg/zWeR0nkRQRI/s400/P1020638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Monday morning wake up call outside our hotel window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Monday morning I tried to change my flight from DFW to Austin. It was going to cost me $1600+. I ended up just getting an additional flight (for $120!) from Austin to DFW Tuesday morning in time to catch my original flight to Denver and home. I was all set to take a quick tour of the legendary Weirdness in Austin, and finally meet The Helping Dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for goodbyes – which always suck. Susan and Dave ran Merri and Alnee to DFW to get their flights home while Robin and I hung out at the hotel. When Susan and Dave came back, we had to pack everything into the Belt Sander. I didn’t want to doubt Dave’s packing abilities but let me tell you, I had a moment. That thing was full. We got everything in but there was barely enough room for us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OdxeghIzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LkcKvkXAV1o/s1600-h/P1020641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175653870107435826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OdxeghIzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LkcKvkXAV1o/s200/P1020641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OeIughI0I/AAAAAAAAATY/F6Z3gVx7t1Q/s1600-h/P1020644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175654269539394370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OeIughI0I/AAAAAAAAATY/F6Z3gVx7t1Q/s200/P1020644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Robin &amp;amp; I had the flagpole between us, but we kept our priorities straight and had the sponge candy handy! LOL We decided to grab lunch before hitting the road. The restaurant we went to had the news on, where we first learned of the horror that had happened that morning at Virginia Tech. There were few details at that time, but we knew Alnee had friends there. We’d try to reach her later when she got home. We all said a prayer for the students and faculty there. Soon we were off to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been to Dallas before for a work conference about 5 years ago, but didn’t see any of the “sights”. At least this time I got to drive by some of them! Susan pointed out the Book Depository, the hospital where Kennedy died, and other interesting things (like a billboard with a waterfall built into it) as we flew by on the Interstate. Robin conked out and had a nap. Not me. Too many things to see! We even passed Waco where Susan said you could still see some of the burned out buildings of the Branch Davidian’s compound. That was weird after hearing all about it on the news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175656962483889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OgleghI3I/AAAAAAAAATw/0Q2ROhtDa-g/s400/P1020667a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Book Depository&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175660123579818914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OjdeghI6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/RoWj6nlFef0/s320/P1020646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Freeways. We don't build 'em like that in Canada. lol&lt;br /&gt;These kinds of flyovers would not like the Canadian climate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stopped at this place on the side of the road that had an old restaurant that looked like the Starship Enterprise. No kidding! We took some pictures, and looked at the blooming Texas Bluebonnets covering the ditches like a blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175659449269953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Oi2OghI5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/MDIVHT-qP4U/s320/P1020682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;"Enterprise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175658392707998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Oh4ughI4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/W6kJWZGVtCg/s320/P1020685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Those beautiful Blue Bonnets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later we stopped for gas and saw a baby snake outside the gas station. Inside I noticed some Ken Schrader labels on the shelf with the Little Debbie snack cakes. Susan actually asked the lady in the gas station if she could have them for her friend from Canada because they don’t have Little Debbie there. At least I think she asked. LOL Well, they are an interesting addition to the scrapbook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We made our way to Susan &amp;amp; Dave’s home, Susan pointing out some Austin landmarks on the way like the UT Tower and the cheesecake building (Frank Erwin Center). We unloaded the Belt Sander and boy was the Helping Dog glad to see us! What a sweetie Dixie is! I would have stolen her and brought her home if I thought I could fit her in somewhere and get her past security and customs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175661704127783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Ok5eghI7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/30hG7Jelb8o/s400/P1020794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Dixie the Helping Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175663022682743762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OmGOghI9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/ce3Sbnwhq2M/s320/P1020798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I was introduced to Flat Elliott with a coonskin cap &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Flat ("Confused") John Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175677763010503810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OzgOghJII/AAAAAAAAAV0/kh-sG_7bvcY/s320/P1020807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I marvelled at the tire and sheet metal hanging on the living room wall. How cooul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175663538078819298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OmkOghI-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EooZfDLGbxE/s320/P1020791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Susan had to go pick up son Will after work, so she took Robin and I on a quick (and I do mean &lt;em&gt;quick&lt;/em&gt;!) tour of Austin. We drove across the “Bat bridge”. We went to the University of Texas campus, and went to the UT Tower. The mood there was very sombre, and there were news crews interviewing students, getting their reactions to the morning’s events at Virginia Tech. We were even interviewed… Susan explained that UT had just last year marked the 40th anniversary of the tower shooting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175664564576003074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Onf-ghJAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/M1yZU2Jpa9A/s400/P1020750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UT Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went past the State Capitol. I now have pictures of the Tennessee and Texas State Capitols. Lol I missed that when I was in Virginia (though Suzi drove me past it), guess that just means I have to go back! Ha ha ha! And I won’t let my sour experiences with any one person from that state deter me from returning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175665505173840930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OoWughJCI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8ffR1o3muIY/s320/P1020726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Texas State Capitol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175664959712994322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9On2-ghJBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EfY4RhNUJoQ/s320/P1020738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The famous "Hi How Are You" Frog by Daniel Johnston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;on the side of Baja Fresh Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(previously Sound Exchange records)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 21st and Guadalupe Streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keepin' Austin Weird!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to the valet parking garage where we picked up Will after he was done work. Susan showed us the reason why it was a valet only garage – the “man lift”. None of our &lt;em&gt;PARKADES&lt;/em&gt; have those to be sure. LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175667794391409714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Oqb-ghJDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oeTQLvbqCZE/s320/P1020768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Man Lift"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a quick tour to the fan shrine of “Henry’s Wall” outside the South Austin Museum of Popular Culture where I lit a candle in honor of Janis, for my friend Tammy from work. We of course also lit candles in honor of Buck. When you look up and down that wall, you don’t realize how influential Texas musicians have been on the music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Or6-ghJEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aKw-AXjQ3Yk/s1600-h/P1020778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175669426478982210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Or6-ghJEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aKw-AXjQ3Yk/s400/P1020778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OsU-ghJFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nzksw1NdMgg/s1600-h/P1020776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175669873155581010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OsU-ghJFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nzksw1NdMgg/s400/P1020776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175670461566100578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Os3OghJGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SyIP253o3gI/s320/P1020785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then it was a quick stop at the Broken Spoke where Susan made Will get out and take a picture of the bus for me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop on the way back to Susan &amp;amp; Dave’s place was the 7-11 for what else? Ice cream!!! We each chose our flavor of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s. I was stunned that each of us was getting our own container – that’s some spendy stuff back home! In fact, for four of those things it would have cost us about $28!! This was around $10. I still can’t wrap my mind around it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the house and ate our ice cream and all crashed into bed. Dixie decided she would like to sleep with me. I tried to get her to go onto the other couch but she wouldn’t, crazy animal! It didn’t matter. I was so tired I was out like a light in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-7398697238387205065?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7398697238387205065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=7398697238387205065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7398697238387205065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7398697238387205065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/08/texas-day-5-monday-april-16.html' title='Texas - Day 5 - Monday, April 16'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OevOghI1I/AAAAAAAAATg/zWeR0nkRQRI/s72-c/P1020638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-5099339293920787699</id><published>2007-08-02T01:11:00.065-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:40:25.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Motor Speedway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Petty'/><title type='text'>Texas - Day 4 - Sunday, April 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sunday was race day. We got up and got moving with excitement and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8am Dave came knocking at our hotel room door saying we had to get a move-on to beat the race day traffic. Dave had that Belt Sander on the fly - until we hit… that’s right, race day traffic. We could see the track, but couldn't move. Eventually we got in and found a parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the infield, and ended up at just the right place at the exactly right time. Talk about a God-ordained moment! I looked up and saw a group of men standing there talking. It was then I saw him - The King himself, Richard Petty. I said, “Susan!” and she turned and saw him too. I thought she was gonna have a coronary – after she realized she about walked into THEE Richard Petty! We asked for an autograph and picture. He was very gracious to oblige. What a blessing! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan realizes it's THEE Richard Petty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHZ-YPb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FiPaRvZ1VXI/s1600-h/Q+100_3725+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121113916979281298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHZ-YPb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FiPaRvZ1VXI/s400/Q+100_3725+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHaJYPb_aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZDF6Tx0FyTc/s1600-h/S+P1020550+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121114105957842338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHaJYPb_aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZDF6Tx0FyTc/s400/S+P1020550+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I get my credential holder signed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Petty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Merri to the 38 pit and chatted with the guys there. Told them we missed them, they seemed to like that idea. I called my brother Gary from Dave’s cell, telling him the events of the weekend thus far, and that we got to see Richard Petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OS2-ghIxI/AAAAAAAAATA/5cpo2EE0Vi4/s1600-h/100_3734+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175641869968810770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OS2-ghIxI/AAAAAAAAATA/5cpo2EE0Vi4/s400/100_3734+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Big Ed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we headed down pit road to the 19 pit. We hung out there and took a few pics. Susan started chatting up one of the guys and asked him his name. He said, “Oh, I’m Ed.” We said, “Are you ‘Big Ed’?!” He said he was and we had a good laugh, explaining we had heard Josh talk about Big Ed on the scanner and wondered who he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121117752385076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHddoPb_dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AJW5nVQOjLk/s320/100_3737+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alnee poses for her traditional picture in the 19 pit area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121118048737820130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHdu4Pb_eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YvxwnynXvi4/s320/DSC00203+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan had to take a picture of an "approved" deck lid bolt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121118504004353522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHeJYPb_fI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GIC0f2_tMz8/s400/P1020562+(Small)+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Me in the 19 Pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was here we ran into Dean and Judy, another Texas couple who we knew from the SFC message board, and had met last September at the Barn Party in Emporia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121115583426592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHbfYPb_cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NA-ld2xTPJg/s400/100_3735+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Robin, Dave, Alnee, Judy (with the sign), Dean, Mel &amp;amp; Susan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was good to see them! After chit-chatting with them a bit we parted ways and went to the outside of the track where we did a little more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175602910320468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NvbOghIaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Vnewxk_8UJo/s320/DSC00218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Waltrip signing autographs at his souviner hauler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was along this trip down the shopping “mall” of merchandise trailers I was "abandoned" by my group. I thought we stopped to watch Hermie on Race Day at the Speed Stage, but I guess everyone else kept going long before I did! I bought a Speed t-shirt at the hauler next door and waited around thinking someone would come back for me. They didn’t! I had to pee so bad it hurt, had a headache and I was hot, hungry and thirsty. My stupid cell doesn’t work in the US. No payphones in site. What to do? I saw a rather brawny Ft. Worth Policeman standing by his cruiser near the entrance gate. He was talking on his cell phone and looked rather official. He got off the phone. I nervously approached him, and told him my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’mfromCanadaandIgotseparatedfrommyfriendsIdon’tknowhowtofindthemcanIuseyourphone?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was almost in tears. Well, it musta worked because he nodded and handed me the phone. I said, “It’s an Austin number, is that ok?” He said, “Sure”. I called Susan and praise God she answered! They were just getting down to the seats. She said she would come get me but I said no, I would just come in – I just didn’t know where everyone had gone. I thanked the man for letting me use his phone, asked God to bless him abundantly and headed on into the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the gate and there was a whole bank of payphones. GAH!!! The bathroom on my right, the concession on my left – all right there. First things first, gotta Truex! Then went and got a corn dawg and a couple cold drinks and headed down to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Robin and we got set up with the scanner. “Teyun-fowuh!” Since qualifying had been cancelled due to the “severe weather”, points determined the starting line-up. That meant Jeff Gordon was on the pole and Elliott was starting 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alnee took some &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; race photos with Robin’s swanky camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NwQughIbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X9mKmMVQb_0/s1600-h/NNCSrace04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175603829443469746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NwQughIbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/X9mKmMVQb_0/s320/NNCSrace04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Pace car is off and the field comes around 4 to take the green flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N0S-ghIgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rOpXrty3UhA/s1600-h/NNCSrace67a.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175608266144686594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N0S-ghIgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rOpXrty3UhA/s320/NNCSrace67a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dale Earnhardt Jr. had some problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Nz0OghIfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ULXWz2jCA-0/s1600-h/P1020598.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175607737863709170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9Nz0OghIfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ULXWz2jCA-0/s320/P1020598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rookie David Ragan had a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lotta duct tape on that car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N4g-ghIhI/AAAAAAAAARE/U5Y7w1yeX4I/s1600-h/P1020589.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175612904709366290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N4g-ghIhI/AAAAAAAAARE/U5Y7w1yeX4I/s320/P1020589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The track safety crew looking for debris after a wreck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure I heard the guy in the back seat yell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey! Is that a &lt;strong&gt;WAFFLE&lt;/strong&gt;?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NySOghIdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Kss4028iGts/s1600-h/NNCSrace45a.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175606054236529106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NySOghIdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Kss4028iGts/s320/NNCSrace45a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Only in Texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175607183812927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9NzT-ghIeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6QJWw94z5Gg/s400/NNCSrace64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;My scanner buddy! Robin &amp;amp; me enjoying the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the end Jeff Burton and the 31 team won the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N8FOghIkI/AAAAAAAAARc/KE48eHuG09A/s1600-h/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175616826014507586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N8FOghIkI/AAAAAAAAARc/KE48eHuG09A/s400/DSC00223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We took our time leaving the grandstand, as post-race traffic is always crazy with 150,000+ people all trying to go home at the same time. We found we could exit out the end of the track without having to climb those dang stairs, thank you Merri for spying the way out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N67OghIiI/AAAAAAAAARM/meRE1yu6SfM/s1600-h/NNCSrace90.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175615554704187938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N67OghIiI/AAAAAAAAARM/meRE1yu6SfM/s320/NNCSrace90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We walked past the heli-pad and wondered who was on all those helichopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We finally got to the Belt Sander and hung out a while, chatting, resting… We talked to Phil as he was back at his RV but there was no way we could get through the traffic to go for one last visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OBoOghInI/AAAAAAAAAR0/a0ESRFo4QX0/s1600-h/P1020621.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175622924868067954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OBoOghInI/AAAAAAAAAR0/a0ESRFo4QX0/s200/P1020621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Susan &amp;amp; Merri reviewed pictures. Robin rested. Later, Susan displayed a lug nut she scoffed from pit road while Alnee begged Susan not to abandon her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9ONKOghIsI/AAAAAAAAASY/IncV7lydAN0/s1600-h/P1020629.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175635603611525826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9ONKOghIsI/AAAAAAAAASY/IncV7lydAN0/s200/P1020629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175634581409309362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OMOughIrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3veX2K2O7XQ/s200/P1020617.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175638846311834338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OQG-ghIuI/AAAAAAAAASo/gbCrOULcC5Y/s200/P1020625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We listened to the post race shows on the radio where we learned Dale Earnhardt Jr. had ran the last few laps of the race in the 5 car after both he and Kyle Busch had had problems and crashed out. Kyle had left the track. How monumental that would turn out to be, eh. What foreshadowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dave listening to the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OGBOghIqI/AAAAAAAAASI/ur8wXe_Si5c/s1600-h/P1020632.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175627752411308706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OGBOghIqI/AAAAAAAAASI/ur8wXe_Si5c/s200/P1020632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the distance, we saw smoke - a LOT of thick black smoke. It was a car fire. I don’t know how the fire truck got through the traffic but they got there and put it out. I said one for those people – what a horrible end to their race weekend that must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nascar.com/2007/news/headlines/cup/04/15/dearnhardtjr.kybusch.texas/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175616160294576690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9N7eeghIjI/AAAAAAAAARU/P0Kj7DPinBA/s320/NNCSrace92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We had parked at the corner of Victory and Burton. Who knew?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the way back to the hotel, we stopped for dinner at one of my most favourite saouthern places to eat - Cracker Barrel. Mmmmm mmmmmm. Raspberry iced tea, fried chicken, mac &amp;amp; cheese, hash brown casserole… As my Gran would say, “Nothin’ finer!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175645035359707938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/R9OVvOghIyI/AAAAAAAAATI/CculIycTwV4/s320/P1020634a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Alnee rocks on the front porch at Cracker Barrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was back to the hotel to crash, as Monday Merri and Alnee would be heading home, and Robin &amp;amp; I would go back to Austin with Susan and Dave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-5099339293920787699?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5099339293920787699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=5099339293920787699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5099339293920787699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5099339293920787699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/08/texas-day-4-sunday-april-15.html' title='Texas - Day 4 - Sunday, April 15'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RxHZ-YPb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FiPaRvZ1VXI/s72-c/Q+100_3725+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4936362839016146484</id><published>2007-07-15T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:01:21.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Beijing Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, the Browns are Beijing bound. This morning we said a tearful goodbye to my cousin (like my brother) Glenn, his wife Sharon and their two girls Alex and Jenessa. Glenn has accepted a great promotion with the oil company he works for to basically take over the Beijing, China office and pretty much oversee their Asian operations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Glenn has been back and forth to China a few times since the beginning of 2007, and the whole family went for two weeks in March to scope it out. They already have a place to live, the girls are registered for school in the fall, and their personal possessions were shipped by sea container in early June so they should be delivered to their new home shortly after they arrive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am sad I won't see them likely till Christmas, I am extremely excited for them - for all the adventures, learning experiences and opportunities that lie ahead. We are a very close family and will miss all of them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire up the emails and web cams to keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;By the way, donations are now being accepted for Mel's Beijing Plane Ticket Fund!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4936362839016146484?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4936362839016146484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4936362839016146484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4936362839016146484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4936362839016146484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/07/beijing-bound.html' title='Beijing Bound'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4709675928380276495</id><published>2007-07-08T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:10:12.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dibs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7-11'/><title type='text'>Crack Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ice cream. There’s not much else like it. It can bring a smile to most anyone’s face, and when combined with chocolate, heal the brokenhearted. Oh wait. That’s a different book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Susan lives about 10 paces from a 7-11 where she purchases her seemingly daily dose of Ben &amp; Jerry’s. I was in awe when I visited Austin and we went to her 7-11. Much to my surprise, each person in our party chose their own flavor - four pints of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s. Whoa. To my amazement, they were something like $2.50 each. Here, a pint of Ben &amp; Jerry’s will cost ya $6.69 at the &lt;em&gt;grocery store&lt;/em&gt;. It’s &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; at 7-11. Now you understand my amazement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I was at the grocery store today looking for those addictive little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nestle.ca/en/products/brands/dibs/index"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;, and they had none for the second time in a row. It’s getting hard to find those little critters. There must be something in that Revel-like coating that makes them addictive. Maybe crack? I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no crack for me tonight. In lieu of the bite-sized ice cream and chocolate crack covered wonders, I decide I’m going to splurge and get me a $6.69 pint of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s. I choose my flavor. It was tough between Tortoise Shell (known as Turtle Soup south of the boarder) and a Chocolate Fudge Brownie concoction that probably would have healed a broken heart. I went with Tortoise Shell, mainly due to the cashews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the pint in my basket and walked a little ways down the freezer aisle. They had the “regular” Lucerne Ice Cream in the half-gallon boxes on sale - two for $6.00. Now some may call me crazy but I know when I’m getting shafted. Sorry Ben. My apologies, Jerry. Your stuff may be "premium", but I came home with a box of Tin Lizzy Cheesecake and a box of Mint Chocolate Chip – &lt;em&gt;eight times&lt;/em&gt; the ice cream for 69 cents &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ben &amp; Jerry think they are selling crack to Canadians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4709675928380276495?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4709675928380276495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4709675928380276495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4709675928380276495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4709675928380276495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/07/crack-ice-cream.html' title='Crack Ice Cream'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-7038122564242873358</id><published>2007-07-08T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:51:13.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lithgow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Aumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nascar.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie McMurray'/><title type='text'>Mark Aumann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I missed the Cup race from Daytona last night due to a family deal. I came home and went to Nascar.com to see who won. Way to go Jamie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I saw an article about Kyle Busch already on the outside looking in at Hendrick. I clicked to read. The auther was Mark Aumann, another Nascar.com writer I guess. I had never read anything he's written either, so when I saw &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;picture, naturally... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084926538070656706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpFJvsqohsI/AAAAAAAAANs/7J0EMnqidKs/s400/Aumann+Lithgow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-7038122564242873358?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7038122564242873358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=7038122564242873358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7038122564242873358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7038122564242873358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/07/mark-aumann.html' title='Mark Aumann'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpFJvsqohsI/AAAAAAAAANs/7J0EMnqidKs/s72-c/Aumann+Lithgow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-1667679473834409394</id><published>2007-07-03T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:53:32.523-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Pablo Montoya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside Nextel Cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Bestwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trackside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kangaroo hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcos Ambrose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>Doofus Sadleroo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Friday night's Trackside show on Speed was probably about the funniest piece of television I have seen in a while. Hosts Steve Burns, Jeff Hammond, Larry McReynolds and Elliott Sadler had a lot of laughs with guests Columbian Juan Pablo Montoya and Australian Marcos Ambrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Pablo told of golfing in his house (with his golfing simulator) and getting a golf ball stuck in a wall. This really seemed to intrigue Sadler (I think he is a bit of a golf fanatic but I'm not real sure about that...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos Ambrose brought along a kangaroo hat that each host took a turn wearing. There was a lot of laughter, to the point of tears being wiped away because they were laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The epitome of "Work Hard, Play Hard!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this most recent episode of Trackside trumps my most favorite episode of Inside Nextel Cup. I don't remember when that broadcast was, but it was back when Alan Bestwick was still hosting (miss ya Alan!) with regulars Michael Waltrip and Ken Schrader, and they still sat behind the "news desk". They were talking about Darryl Waltrip and had a question that only he could answer. So Micheal called his brother Darryl up on his cell phone. Mikey held the cell to his lav mic so Darryl could be heard. Darryl wouldn't stop talking. It was about the funniest thing I had ever seen. I guess you had to be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, my dear friend Robin was in New Hampshire and attended the taping of Trackside Friday night. She comes home sporting this prize photo, capturing the doofus-ness of Sadler, and the fun had by all on the show. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084946655697471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpFcCsqohvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tbengIsT4Vk/s400/06-29-07+Trackside10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Doofus Sadleroo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Will the next Sadler Foundation Charity Auction item be a kangaroo hat?  Hmmmm... Brett?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-1667679473834409394?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1667679473834409394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=1667679473834409394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1667679473834409394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1667679473834409394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/07/doofus-sadleroo.html' title='Doofus Sadleroo'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpFcCsqohvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tbengIsT4Vk/s72-c/06-29-07+Trackside10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-3023804074882354418</id><published>2007-06-27T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:20:48.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Gibbs Racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockwell Automation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nascar Busch Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aric Almirola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denny Hamlin'/><title type='text'>When A Win Is Not A Win - Almirola's Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpF_J8qoh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/M07umV2KQWg/s1600-h/Aric+Almirola.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084985263158495058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpF_J8qoh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/M07umV2KQWg/s400/Aric+Almirola.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Last Saturday night's Busch race at the Milwaukee Mile was disappointing for me as a fan. I can't imagine the disappointment of a young racer named Aric Almirola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racing itself wasn't bad. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the business of racing got in the way of what could have been great racing, and an amazing night - a first Busch Series win - for a young up and coming racecar driver. But I guess we'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nextel Cup driver Denny Hamlin flew cross-country (from Infinion Raceway in California where the Cup Series raced Sunday) to race the Joe Gibbs Busch Series car in the AT&amp;amp;T 250 at the Milwaukee Mile in Wisconsin. This had been the plan, but what seemed to be a comedy of errors saw Hamlin getting there late (remember it was a comedy of errors that sank the Titanic). Hamlin was too late to qualify the car, even too late to start the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good business always has a “Plan B”. Enter Aric Almirola. The schedule to get Hamiln there on time was a tight one under the best circumstances, and Aric was on hand as a “backup” driver just in case for some reason Hamiln didn’t make it. The 23-year old Almirola put Gibbs’ Rockwell Automation Chevy on the pole, getting the team the first and best pit stall selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Denny still not at the track, Almirola, a Florida native, started the race and ran in the top 5 or 10 cars, leading laps. On a caution on lap 59, his crew chief asked him to come in and get out of the car, for Denny to get in. Almirola was running third at the time. Hamiln got in the car and went on to win the race (in the car Almirola had set up and qualified). Aric Almirola was credited with his first NASCAR Busch Series win because he was the driver who started the race and that’s the way the rules go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aric, visibly absent, did not participate in the team’s rather subdued victory celebrations after the race. We were told it was a “team” decision to swap out the driver. Milwaukee is the “home” of team sponsor Rockwell Automation. As such, we can bet Rockwell had a ton of staff schmoozing V.I.P.'s and guests there Saturday night. They were all expecting Denny in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fans, we’ll never know who actually made the call to put Denny in. Some will say Denny whined about coming all that way to sit and watch. Others will say Denny didn’t want to see Aric pulled but had to go with the wishes of his employer. Some will blame J.D. and/or Coach Gibbs for making the call. Others will speculate the sponsor pulled rank and demanded the popular Nextel Cup driver replace the more inexperienced and unknown driver – the one who had worked so hard to set up a great car. That would mean someone at Gibbs bowed to the pressure. And so did Hamiln. Somehow, somewhere, somebody didn’t stand up for Almirola, and for what was right. A comedey of errors. A tradgedy, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox TV Analyst and former crew cheif Larry McReynolds summed it up well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;“We realize Hamlin flew all that way, and JGR paid a lot of money for him to race. But I don't understand taking a guy out of a car after winning the pole and leading a bunch of laps. You would think that the sponsor wouldn't care who was driving if the car was running up front. It was still going to get great coverage. If the car had qualified 10th or 12th and was running 15th, so be it. Put Hamlin in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It obviously worked out well, but I can imagine the dejection that Almirola had to feel and what an insult it had to have been. Business is business, but it was the most absurd deal that I have ever seen. What a slap in the face for Almirola to do such an awesome job and have it taken away from him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if Almirola could have gone on to put the car in Victory Lane or not. I suspect Aric, in his heart of hearts knows. The actions of those at Rockwell and Gibbs disappointed me. Perhaps it didn’t seem like such a bad decision at the time. Perhaps they didn’t think it through. Perhaps they did and wanted the press time (some would say even bad press is good press when it’s free) they knew such a goofy decision would garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know racing is business. BIG business. But it seems a shame business got in the way of racing Saturday night. In the way of what was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when a win is not a win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-3023804074882354418?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3023804074882354418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=3023804074882354418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/3023804074882354418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/3023804074882354418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-win-is-not-win-almirolas.html' title='When A Win Is Not A Win - Almirola&apos;s Disappointment'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RpF_J8qoh1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/M07umV2KQWg/s72-c/Aric+Almirola.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-5286146937208522593</id><published>2007-06-27T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:39:48.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kasey Kahne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>Gifts From The East</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I trotted off to the Post Office today to pick up a package I had been sent. It was a "goodie box" from my friend Robin in Niagara Falls, NY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And what goodies there were! Kasey Kahne Pez! A mini Flat Elliott (who now stands on the desk), a 19 bumper sticker, a 19 can cozie (which will come in handy for those sodas at work!), an Elliott Sadler keyring and our own "Doofus Skwad" Sharpies if you can imagine, among other things, including the flyers from her mailbox and part of the Boston Globe newspaper used as packing material! ha ha ha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you Robin for thinking of me on your trip to Charlotte last month! I love everything in that box! Well, 'cept maybe those dang packing peanuts!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where's the vacuum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-5286146937208522593?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5286146937208522593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=5286146937208522593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5286146937208522593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5286146937208522593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/06/gifts-from-east.html' title='Gifts From The East'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-6551524165356605843</id><published>2007-06-03T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:40:28.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nascar Race Day on Speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nascar.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Caravillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Bunsen Honeydew'/><title type='text'>David Caraviello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;So I’m watching Nascar Race Day on Speed, wondering what the weather’s gonna do today at Dover. Will we get to race? I went to Nascar.com to look for race and weather info. I clicked on an article by David Caraviello. Honestly I haven’t read anything he’s posted on Nascar.com, I haven’t read much on there since Marty left. Anyway, I saw Mr. Caraviello’s picture, and I could think only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071899964111239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RmMCJTEquUI/AAAAAAAAANk/kXnctKclCYo/s400/Comparison.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn’t even read the article past the man’s picture. I apologize, Mr. Caraviello, but I just couldn’t get past the mental image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-6551524165356605843?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6551524165356605843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=6551524165356605843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/6551524165356605843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/6551524165356605843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/06/david-caraviello.html' title='David Caraviello'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RmMCJTEquUI/AAAAAAAAANk/kXnctKclCYo/s72-c/Comparison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-1987623197676683838</id><published>2007-05-14T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:12:43.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evernham Motorsports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantastic 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coca-Cola 600'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>600 Paint Scheme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special scheme for Sadler at the Coca-Cola 600: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Elliott Sadler will turn into a super hero for the Coca-Cola 600, running a special Fantastic Four paint scheme on the #19 Dodge Dealers Dodge Charger. In honor of the debut of the “Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer” movie, produced by Fox Studios and scheduled for release in theaters on June 15th, the #9 Dodge Charger will be transformed into the Dodge Fantasticar. The movie, directed by Tim Story, stars Ioan Gruffudd, Jessica Alba, Chris Evans and Michael Chiklis, the same foursome that made the original Fantastic Four such a success. The #19 will feature a stunning paint scheme that showcases the ghost-like Silver Surfer shooting across the hood, while flames explode over the nose and up the fenders of the Fantasticar. The familiar Fantastic Four logo will also adorn both rear quarter panels. “This is by far one of the coolest paint schemes I’ve ever seen, let alone be able to drive,” Sadler said. “This is something every little kid dreams about. Now, not only do I get to drive a race car, but I get to drive a race car with super heroes on it!(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sadlerfanclub.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sadler Fanclub site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;)(5-3-2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another limited edition Dodge vehicle making its debut on May 27 is the No. 19 Fantasticar Dodge Charger of Elliott Sadler at the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series’ Coca-Cola 600 at Lowe’s Motor Speedway. The No. 19 car will feature a stunning paint scheme that showcases the ghost-like Silver Surfer shooting across the hood, while flames explode over the nose and up the fenders of the Fantasticar. The familiar Fantastic Four logo will also adorn both rear quarter panels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The No. 19 Fantasticar Dodge Charger is a great new look for Elliott’s car, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we expect his race car’s performance will rival that of the Fantasticar in the movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,” said Mike Accavitti, Director – Dodge Brand and SRT Marketing and Communications. “Our motorsports program is an integral part of Dodge’s overall marketing strategy, and with the Fantasticar Dodge Charger, we’re able to generate further awareness and interest with both general consumers and NASCAR fans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, Mr. Accavitti, I hope those EMS boys got that car tuned fantastically... Cause they haven't been able to do much thus far this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-1987623197676683838?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1987623197676683838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=1987623197676683838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1987623197676683838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1987623197676683838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/600-paint-scheme.html' title='600 Paint Scheme'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-5017182169792534704</id><published>2007-05-08T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:02:47.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Gibbs Racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talladega Superspeedway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Coleman'/><title type='text'>Brad Coleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;I was really impressed with young Brad Coleman who drove the Gibbs 18 car in the Busch race at Talladega to a top 10 finish. He started on the pole, and when they interviewed him about his pole-winning lap, the first thing he said was… Well, he gave thanks to his Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. For a 19-year old guy to say that on tv, well… I’m watching Brad Coleman and looking forward to more interviews, and a few more bows! His next race is Kentucky on June 16th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071896274734332210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RmL-yjEquTI/AAAAAAAAANc/UwWeyh_Ai68/s400/Brad+Coleman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-5017182169792534704?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5017182169792534704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=5017182169792534704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5017182169792534704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5017182169792534704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/brad-coleman.html' title='Brad Coleman'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RmL-yjEquTI/AAAAAAAAANc/UwWeyh_Ai68/s72-c/Brad+Coleman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-485828052685576173</id><published>2007-05-07T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:13:44.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane Huffman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JR Motorsports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dale Earnhardt Jr'/><title type='text'>Dale Jr - A "Hands On" Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlflusV1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ePCUGfRVQAM/s1600-h/Jr+works+on+Huffman"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062439049519454034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlflusV1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ePCUGfRVQAM/s400/Jr+works+on+Huffman%27s+Busch+Car+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlWFusV0I/AAAAAAAAANE/LrU5OdvkQqo/s1600-h/Jr+works+on+Huffman"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062438886310696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlWFusV0I/AAAAAAAAANE/LrU5OdvkQqo/s320/Jr+works+on+Huffman%27s+Busch+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found these pics from the Texas Busch Race in April. Dale Earnhardt Jr. works on the 88 US Navy car he owns, and you can see the damage to the 88. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062439212728211298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlpFusV2I/AAAAAAAAANU/inKaMzUArAI/s400/Shane+Huffmans+Damage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey any owner who helps out and works on the car himself is alright by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-485828052685576173?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/485828052685576173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=485828052685576173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/485828052685576173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/485828052685576173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/dale-jr-hands-on-guy.html' title='Dale Jr - A &quot;Hands On&quot; Guy'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFlflusV1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ePCUGfRVQAM/s72-c/Jr+works+on+Huffman%27s+Busch+Car+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-1978684238303096384</id><published>2007-05-06T04:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:27:08.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Kenseth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Motor Speedway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Wilie Hubbard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rutledge Wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O&apos;Reilly 300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Leicht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Harvick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arby&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermie Sadler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Riggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>Texas - Day 3 - Saturday, April 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFJvlusVvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KLIimhxYPk4/s1600-h/TMS+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062408538071783154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFJvlusVvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KLIimhxYPk4/s320/TMS+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been working hard on this edition! Thanks for your patience!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday morning we went for breakfast at a place called Wreck’s. It was pretty yummy, and Susan again had her obligatory Waffle. lol We got to the track and met up with Mr. Phil to pick up our toy box (yes Susan had an abundance of craft supplies and what not - just in case)! He brought it to us in the parking lot on the "war wagon". LOVE that wagon, Mr. Phil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062409547389097746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFKqVusVxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Y0BZ0sV3LHo/s320/100_0235+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062408890259101442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFKEFusVwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/psQQB48EDxI/s400/Merri+%26+Alnee+Keeping+Warm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Merri &amp; Alnee trying to keep warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We hit the TMS Store for a little shopping mainly because we were all freezing. The wind was pretty darn cold. Everyone was buying anything warm they could get their hands on. Even the Canadian had to buy another coat. Someone said, “Oh yeah that’s a nice winter jacket, it looks good on you!” I looked at them and said, “Winter jacket? Ummm… no. Not where I live!” I needed a new spring jacket and it worked great over the layers I already had on. I wasn’t cold the rest of the day inside the track. I can’t say much for anyone from Las Vegas though! Poor Merri had to bundle up like it was about 5 F (-15 C)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know temperature is all relative and let me tell you it was warmer in Edmonton than it was in Fort Worth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Edmonton, AB - Saturday, April 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: 15 C (59 F)&lt;br /&gt;Min: 2.5 C (36.5 F)&lt;br /&gt;Mean: 8.8 C (47.8 F)&lt;br /&gt;Winds: 46 km/h (28.58 mph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather data from Environment Canada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weatheroffice.gc.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;www.weatheroffice.gc.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fort Worth, TX - Saturday, April 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max 55 F (12.7 C) (-21 F below normal average)&lt;br /&gt;Min 43 F (6.1 C)&lt;br /&gt;Average 49 (9.4 C)&lt;br /&gt;Average Wind Speed 18.6 mph (29.93 Km/h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather data from National Weather Service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weather.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.weather.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061568378044175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5Nn1usVQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1JgMChVvRMo/s320/P1020443+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan and Robin bundled up and headed to the pits.&lt;br /&gt;That's Robin wearin' her new Doofus Huntin' jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5WAFusVUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MNXtTKw38i0/s1600-h/Go+19+Sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061577590749025602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5WAFusVUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MNXtTKw38i0/s200/Go+19+Sign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the store we went down to the pit area, and watched cars going in and out of the garage for practice. Robin, Alnee and I found a great spot where they were headed out to the track. Susan &amp; Merri left us unattended and took up position where the cars were coming back in to the garage while Dave floated in between. We got our “Go 19!” signs out and waved to Elliott each time he went by. He waved back, but I have to say that his EMS team-mate Scott Riggs was the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; driver who waved &lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt; he went by. Of course it didn’t hurt there were friends of his close by us waving too… lol We got some great car pictures here including the 29 for Christine’s man Dan!! Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061592120623388018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5jN1usVXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JQ__Y8kb0kQ/s320/29+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We saw lots of cool stuff, interesting people, and watched as the teams set up their pits for the race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061688869056697762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj67NVusVaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/R8513YPIaj4/s400/Saturday+Garage+%26+Pits+001f.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFA_1usVjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tZKXlodAZdw/s1600-h/100_3694+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062398921640007218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFA_1usVjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tZKXlodAZdw/s320/100_3694+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tony Stewart's Nascar Day Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;The #9 &amp; #10 cars get fueled up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFBxlusVkI/AAAAAAAAALE/UWQktXuy1Ps/s1600-h/100_3686+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062399776338499138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFBxlusVkI/AAAAAAAAALE/UWQktXuy1Ps/s320/100_3686+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFCNVusVlI/AAAAAAAAALM/29vZ0JxRKP0/s1600-h/DSC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062400253079869010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFCNVusVlI/AAAAAAAAALM/29vZ0JxRKP0/s320/DSC00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Elliott Sadler coming in for changes during practice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061690844741653938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj69AVusVbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K_M-ykDNlpI/s320/P1020457+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hermie Sadler does his segment for Race Day in the Speed 1 Racer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5W01usVVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RUcAqeau6Qc/s1600-h/P1020489+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061578496987125074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj5W01usVVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RUcAqeau6Qc/s200/P1020489+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Due to race scanner issues (thanks to the helpful people at the Racing Electronics trailer near the Busch Garage for helping us out) we got a late start out of the infield to go to our seats for the Busch Series Race –The O’Reilly 300 - so we took the pedestrian tunnel from the infield to the grandstands. I won’t say anything about the use of any Sharpies or what may or may not have happened in that tunnel. What happens in the TMS Tunnel stays in the TMS Tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tunnel is located more towards the north end of the mile-long grandstand, and of course our seats were near the south end. Track security would not allow us to walk down the front of the stands along the catch fence. The only way down to our seats was to climb up the grandstand stairs (NOT a pleasant option for me, me vs. stairs - stairs win) to the concourse to get down there. Thankfully Susan got me a cart ride along the catch fence to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was riding along with this nice gentleman, some cars decided to wreck down in turn 4 on about lap 68. It was a five-car wreck, and one car slid down the front stretch along the outside wall, about 5 feet from me riding on the cart. I watched it come toward me in what seemed like slow motion, and had to assume the plane crash position and shield my face from the dust, smoke and debris that followed. I was smack dab in the middle of a Busch Series wreck! I couldn’t have been any closer, yet I can’t really tell you who was involved in the wreck (I believe it was the #66 car of Steven “Shake’n’Bake” Wallace connecting with the #36 Big Lots car driven by Brent Sherman). My cart driver stopped the cart and we looked back to make sure none of the fans or workers were hurt from flying debris. Everyone seemed ok, so we continued on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061697222768088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj7CzlusVeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-MvdLaqsRco/s320/Steven+Wallace+Returns+to+Race+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Steven Wallace returns to the race with some&lt;br /&gt;patch up work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;after lap 68 wreck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my seat and Robin arrived. She got her new scanner set up. She has two headsets, complete with the microphone/intercom feature. We listened to the #90 team’s radio as Stephen Leicht is the Busch driver she cheers for. They were entertaining, but I think we had more fun playing with the headset intercom than watching the race! “Teyun-fowuh!” Thanks, Robin for letting me use your scanner! It was certainly a highlight of the weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061695234198230482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj7A_1usVdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5hsHQOT9LLc/s320/100_0264+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Me looking rather official with that headset! Thanks Robin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Stephen Leicht started 16th in the #90 RYR CitiFinancial Ford and finished 20th. Matt Kenseth would overcome spinning out on about lap 55 and later going a lap down to hold off Denny Hamlin to win in the closest Busch Series finish ever at Texas Motor Speedway. I don’t know how he kept it off the wall and avoided getting hit during that spinout but he did it driving the Arby’s #17 Ford (I thought of Robin W. and the many meals enjoyed at the Lloydminster Arby’s. LOL). Carl Edwards came away still on top of the Busch Series point standings, with Kevin Harvick still a fairly distant 433 points back in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061701363116561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj7GklusVfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/B4sH2Xmssyw/s320/OReilly+300+Winner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Matt Kenseth takes the checkered flag &amp; celebrates the win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061702393908712994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj7HglusViI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Dj2yH8KDX7s/s400/Busch+Winner+Kenseth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Official Race Results here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nascar.com/races/bg/2007/8/data/results_official.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;http://www.nascar.com/races/bg/2007/8/data/results_official.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was looking for some stuff on the race to share with you and, lo, I found this. It’s a video that nicely sums up the April 2007 Busch Race at TMS. Incredibly, it features a fantastic song by Austin, Texas artist Ray Wylie Hubbard that even before I was invited to Texas had become somewhat of a theme song for a sensational group of kooky friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Watch for the #36 Big Lots car to go sliding with about 3:24 remaining in the video. The car slides to the grass then back to the outside wall near the start/finish line - that was the wreck I was in the midst of!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOix77WA9qU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFEClusVmI/AAAAAAAAALU/APbghKoa8TI/s1600-h/P1020508+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFPrFusVyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cYQPbXbHpUk/s1600-h/P1020508+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062415057832138530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFPrFusVyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cYQPbXbHpUk/s200/P1020508+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I left Edmonton, I knew we had been invited to dinner Saturday night at Phil &amp; Jenell’s RV. I was looking forward to this for weeks, and they did not disappoint! We were treated to an excellent steak grilled to perfection with salad and spaghetti (and *cough * shameless EMS sponsor plug * cough* yes the salad was accompanied by one of Hellmann’s delicious new Salad Spritzers). Despite the cold cold wind, we were kept warm with blankets by the fire. Being Canadian, I’m not too proud about what I wear when it’s cold (looks are not important at –40 when the wind is blowing). Therefore I was not above wrapping up in a Sooners blanket in the middle of the largest campground in Texas! How should I know how dangerous that could be?! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061547706366579954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj460lusVPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/78Pb4URyKt8/s320/Sooners+Blanket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location of Phil’s campsite was on the corner of one of the busiest intersection in the campground, where everyone cruised &amp; strolled Mardi-gras style, just havin’ a good time. Susan realized our toy box still contained some Eggos that were now defrosted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFEhFusVnI/AAAAAAAAALc/poBHCwqenpI/s1600-h/P1020524+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062402791405540978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFEhFusVnI/AAAAAAAAALc/poBHCwqenpI/s400/P1020524+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFFv1usVpI/AAAAAAAAALs/0WWL_FFjb5A/s1600-h/P1020529+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062404144320239250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFFv1usVpI/AAAAAAAAALs/0WWL_FFjb5A/s320/P1020529+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Susan and Alnee decided to go make friends with the passers-by, tossing and handing out waffles, sharing the Sadler Doofus-ness with anyone and everyone - men, women, children riding in the backs of trucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062403671873836674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFFUVusVoI/AAAAAAAAALk/WlSK6dlFJSw/s400/P1020537+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFGH1usVqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LXdlY2wztWw/s1600-h/P1020535+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062404556637099682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFGH1usVqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LXdlY2wztWw/s320/P1020535+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alnee even managed to exchange a waffle for beads! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not to be outdone, on a dare, Mr. Phil approached a friendly Fort Worth Deputy Sheriff and got him to do the line, “A waffle maker?!” And no, that is not a halo over Mr. Phil's head no matter what he tries to tell you! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061694396679607746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rj7APFusVcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K-2-nCrX1hY/s400/P1020531+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rutledge had no idea the heights to which his All-Star Challenge "Wawfuhl Maykuh" Promo would reach, now did he?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great dinner and a lot of laughs, once again Jenell gave us a ride back to the Belt Sander. We piled in, and headed back to the hotel. After a long cold day, we were ready to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally in bed with the lights out, we began recalling the events of the day and inevitably, the giggles hit. My roommates and I laughed about everything you can imagine, from common friends to common enemies! At that hour, and in that state of mind, not a lot made sense. But then again, most of the circumstances that brought the three of us together for that moment hadn’t ever made a lot of sense either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close this edition of the TMS Diary, I would like to say in my opinion, Phil &amp;amp; Jenell are two of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. Our group was treated with superb hospitality, and I would highly recommend not passing up the invitation to drop by their RV at the track if you are lucky enough to receive such an invite! I’m sure it won’t take long for you to have a beverage in your hand, a chair under your butt and a plate of great food in front of you if you should so desire. You will be treated to a ton of laughs (thanks Steve!), a lively discussion (“Wabbit? Doofus? Wabbit? Doofus?”) and maybe even learn something about racing, business, and the business of racing from a fan’s perspective.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-1978684238303096384?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1978684238303096384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=1978684238303096384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1978684238303096384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/1978684238303096384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/texas-day-3-saturday-april-14.html' title='Texas - Day 3 - Saturday, April 14'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RkFJvlusVvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KLIimhxYPk4/s72-c/TMS+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-5985073022729638459</id><published>2007-05-05T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:38:21.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Shelton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nashville Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadler Barn Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>Goofus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;After watching most of "Nashville Star" this past season and seeing Blake Shelton in action, I can better understand how he &amp; Elliott Sadler are such good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article today on CMT.com about Blake. In it he was asked the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you concerned that by recording too many funny songs, people&lt;br /&gt;won't take you as seriously?&lt;/strong&gt; No, because when you get down to it, I've&lt;br /&gt;really only released one funny song, "Some Beach," and really I've had more&lt;br /&gt;success with my ballads like "Austin," "The Baby" and "Goodbye Time." But it&lt;br /&gt;definitely has crossed my mind because the next single is called "The More I&lt;br /&gt;Drink," and it's right along the lines of "Some Beach." There's definitely a&lt;br /&gt;line you've got to walk. You want people to take you seriously, but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;how seriously I really want people to take me. I'm not an intense guy, you know&lt;br /&gt;what I mean? Those songs are kind of my personality. I think people are getting&lt;br /&gt;the right reading on me if they think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm a goof-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;From: CMT.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/news/1558854/20070504/shelton_blake.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/artists/news/1558854/20070504/shelton_blake.jhtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All I could think of was... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doofus &amp;amp; Goofus!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/6h6ydj7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061167004760429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjzgk1usVNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SfrH5XFQ1rE/s400/Doofus+%26+Goofus+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doofus &amp;amp; Goofus Show!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-5985073022729638459?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5985073022729638459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=5985073022729638459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5985073022729638459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5985073022729638459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/goofus.html' title='Goofus?'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.tinypic.com/6h6ydj7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4407516362462524258</id><published>2007-05-01T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:15:29.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Gordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NHL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talladega Superspeedway'/><title type='text'>Don't Be Such A Yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was in Talladega April 2004 when the race ended in caution, Jeff Gordon declared the winner. No matter what my brother says, I did NOT start the throwing of stuff onto the track! My comment to him was "Let's get the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks outta here before they riot!" I got beaned in the back of the head with a half-empty can of beer. Personally, if it was my beverage, I would have wanted to drink it not throw it! They were even throwing their coolers and seat cushions over the catch fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/239f555c.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/239f555c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sure I was disappointed when Jeff Gordon won. But I was more disappointed we spent over $3000 CDN on a 10-year dream trip to THEE track, only to have the race end in Caution... I won’t deny I wanted to throw something, but I learned how to deal with disappointment and anger as a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I were amazed fans were allowed to bring in their own refreshments, or purchase from the concession four tall beer on ice in a bucket for $20 (my cat liked to sleep in the bucket I acquired post-race). Sporting events here at home (NHL, CFL-Canadian Football League), no way! In our experience, you will likely have water bottles or any other refreshment carried on your person taken from you by security on entry. And getting in with steaks or octopi to throw on the ice requires some covert operations (so I’ve heard). All refreshments have to be purchased on site. Beer is sold in a 12 oz CUP at around $7 each, bottled water around $3.50. In many venues, plastic bottled beverages are opened for you, and you get everything except the cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if not allowing coolers in would solve the problem but if race fans keep it up, they might just get the chance to find out. Fans will be forced to BUY everything on site - at concession prices! This hurts all fans, especially families and those who just bring their Cokes and water and choose not to drink alcohol. On the other hand, I believe it would cut down the number of overly intoxicated individuals. This would make such racing events more enjoyable for those fans with kids and those of us who don't drink, or choose to drink responsibly enough to still behave in public. I know everyone who threw something after the race Sunday was probably not totally liquored, but then the mob-mentality takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the cost of bad fan behaviour? Additional police, security and housekeeping staff don’t come for free. If such post-race expressions continue, the cost of security and cleanup at tracks will be added to the ticket prices, or at the very least used as an excuse to up the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post NHL game street celebrations turned-riot like those on Edmonton’s Whyte Avenue or Calgary’s Electric Avenue/Red Mile only cost taxpayers. “Cops have estimated the price tag of policing meatheads on [Whyte] avenue could reach $1 million. Barry Belcourt, the [Edmonton’s] director of roadway maintenance, said the city spends about $2,000 each time cleaning up after fans on Whyte Avenue.”* This during the 2006 Stanley Cup Playoffs. Edmonton’s Mayor Stephen Mandel said it best last year. “Try not to be such a yahoo… Try to realize this is a wonderful event and let’s not ruin it. Try to keep control of yourself.”*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like NHL arenas, CFL stadiums, movie theatres and even Nascar itself, the tracks are pretty much privately owned, therefore owners can set the rules to entering their establishments as they see fit. And if you don’t like their rules, don’t bother coming out. If enough people stay home and ticket sales start lagging, the rules may be relaxed. Like any business, venue owners are in business to make money. They have no problem establishing rules to ensure that end, protecting the bottom line. However I do think most of the rules are there to help the majority of attendees get the safest, most enjoyable experience possible. After all, it is the experience they are selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump's Momma had it right. Stupid is as stupid does. Unfortunately it’s hard to regulate stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans, find other ways to voice your displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be such a yahoo. Grow up. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*From: Stern warning for Whyte Avenue troublemakers By Frank Landry&lt;br /&gt;http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2006/05/15/1581446.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4407516362462524258?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4407516362462524258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4407516362462524258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4407516362462524258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4407516362462524258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-be-such-yahoo.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Such A Yahoo'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-7763984609723727881</id><published>2007-04-30T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:54:08.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freezing Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Spring, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Well, here it is. April 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;And I had to scrape the freakin' windsheild of the car this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;The rain we had last night froze. I barely got in to the car 'cause the doors were frozen.&lt;br /&gt;It's April. Almost May. Come on spring! Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Another tick o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;n the "pro" side of moving "saouth"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-7763984609723727881?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7763984609723727881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=7763984609723727881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7763984609723727881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7763984609723727881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-where-are-you.html' title='Spring, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-8498012270778044569</id><published>2007-04-30T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:50:40.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tortillas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliott Sadler'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Elliott!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjeju1usVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EGZZbf8i0i0/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday+E.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059692731466273938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjeju1usVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EGZZbf8i0i0/s400/Happy+Birthday+E.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope you have a grand day! Why not get yourself something fun for your birthday? No, not that ya Doofus!! Or THAT! Sheesh! I was thinking more along the lines of guitar lessons! LOL You never know, they might EVENTUALLY come in handy! Hee hee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059694548237440162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjelYlusVKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WiVZD4h0YPU/s400/JustE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now didja wait till today to crack that bottle of Canadian Ice Wine? Or was that "special waw-duh" at TMS really &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;?? LOL 'Cause actually that little bottle in the bag wasn't for Race Day! Ok drinkin' 'n' drivin' not good... Moving on then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to get you a waffle maker but decided to go with something more fun. Not that waffles can’t be fun. LOL THAT has been proven to be true!! (I know this guy named Phil, and he tried to talk this Fort Worth Sherriff into... uhhh... &lt;em&gt;nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;) Weather they are Texas Waffles (tortillas), or even hybrids like wafftillas or tortaffles (tor-tiffle, tor-taffle, toe-may-toe, toe-mot-oh), whatever ya call 'em, we'll be there for ya with 'em! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Need a caution? &lt;em&gt;Toss a waffle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From the Canadian portion of your friendly neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Doofus Skwad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;"All I know is it's hard to wrap a piece of sausage in a waffle!" ~ Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-8498012270778044569?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8498012270778044569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=8498012270778044569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8498012270778044569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/8498012270778044569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-elliott.html' title='Happy Birthday, Elliott!!'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjeju1usVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EGZZbf8i0i0/s72-c/Happy+Birthday+E.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-3117908273122334135</id><published>2007-04-28T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:12:04.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grill out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbeque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angle iron'/><title type='text'>Grill-meyster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes we have grillage!!! lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to my wonderful family, my decade old dream of owning a barbque has finally come true! Why did it take so long? Well, I lived in that crazy apartment over 6 years with no patio or balcony. Before that I was the Gypsy Queen of Western Canada working in radio and moving every four months or so. A barbeque would have just been a boat anchor to this ever-moving ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjdlGVusVII/AAAAAAAAAHk/JMJlXb5vLrI/s1600-h/P1020812+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059623865960649858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjdlGVusVII/AAAAAAAAAHk/JMJlXb5vLrI/s320/P1020812+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, thanks to everyone who pitched in on this GREAT birthday gift! And HUGE thanks to my Uncle for putting it together for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I that I have a BBQ, I can have a BBQ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(American translation: "I have a grill, so now I can grill out!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hank Hill, gimme some PRO-pane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yes, it's chained down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are those things leaning up against the wall in the back? They would be bed rails (the frame) from my old bed. Why are they there? If you don't know what could be done with some good angle iron, you just wouldn't get it. Know anybody who might like some good angle iron? I got just what they need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you, Grandpa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-3117908273122334135?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3117908273122334135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=3117908273122334135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/3117908273122334135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/3117908273122334135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/grill-meyster.html' title='Grill-meyster!'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjdlGVusVII/AAAAAAAAAHk/JMJlXb5vLrI/s72-c/P1020812+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4748793821644507192</id><published>2007-04-27T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:51:19.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Horton&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Breakfast Sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Simmons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada&apos;s Food Guide'/><title type='text'>The Most Important Meal Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059618634690483298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjdgV1usVGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0QGjPic8ebw/s400/tims_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjdgb1usVHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X8weuu3fGPA/s1600-h/breakfast-sw-bspage-en-top+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059618737769698418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rjdgb1usVHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X8weuu3fGPA/s400/breakfast-sw-bspage-en-top+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mornings at Tim Horton's just got even better. That's because in addition to hot, fresh coffee, donuts, muffins, and bagels, Tim Horton's now has a hot breakfast sandwich. So if you're looking for another delicious way to start your day, try our hot breakfast sandwich, with a cup of our great tasting coffee. It'll make your morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.timhortons.com"&gt;www.timhortons.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The CANADIAN version of Tim's Bacon, Egg &amp;amp; Cheese breakfast sandwich is 400 calories, sporting 24 total grams of fat, 17 g saturated and 0.5 g trans fat. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Additionally, Cholesterol 165 mg, Sodium 740 mg, Carbs 31 g, Dietary Fibre 1 g, Sugar 3 g, Protein 16 g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AMERICAN version of the same Tim's Breakfast Sandwich has 410 calories, 220 which are from fat (I can hear Richard Simmons having a coronary - yes over&lt;em&gt; 50% of the calories&lt;/em&gt; in this tasty treat are from fat!) for a score of 25 g of total fat (Saturated 17 g, and Trans fat 0). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Additionally, Cholesterol 185 mg, Sodium 760 mg, Carbs 31 g, Dietary Fibre 1 g, Sugar 3 g, Protein 16 g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE: Nutritional values found at www.timhortons.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to this sandwich when it went south and crossed the boarder?? It got 10 more calories and an additional gram of fat - yet it lost half a gram of trans fat! Plus, its cholesterol went up 20 mg, and sodium up 20 mg. I mean, are the eggs, biscuits, bacon and cheese in Ontario that much different than the ones across the line in New York state? I doubt it, eh Robin?! (Oh, by the way if ya want one of these things between 11am and noon on a weekend, you're gonna hafta go international!) LOL Probably something to do with the differences in the "official" diet (I.E. Canada's Food Guide) and food labelling regulations in each country. Other than that, I dare not try to explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I LOVE this sandwich!! And like a lot of things I love to eat, I knew it wasn't the best food choice I could make. And like most of that food, until I looked up the nutritional information, I didn't know how bad it actually was. So will I stop eating them? Probably not. Maybe just not nearly as often as I want to! Like him or not, I'll hear Richard's crazy little voice in my head saying dramatically, &lt;em&gt;“HALF THE CALORIES ARE FROM FAT!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4748793821644507192?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4748793821644507192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4748793821644507192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4748793821644507192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4748793821644507192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-important-meal-of-day.html' title='The Most Important Meal Of The Day'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RjdgV1usVGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0QGjPic8ebw/s72-c/tims_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4161114279849623809</id><published>2007-04-25T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:22:40.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis 9:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Motor Speedway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nascar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Yates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick Berggren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dillner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Evernham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waffle House'/><title type='text'>Texas - Day 2 - Friday, April 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes Friday the 13th. I don't believe in all that superstition crap however I do sometimes find it amusing to watch those who do. One that is not so amusing though is I have a co-worker who is afraid to go out of her house on Friday the 13th. Seriously afraid. I feel bad for her - I can't imagine living in that kind of fear. I pray you can overcome that fear L, and it will no longer have such a hold on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, back to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7cI1usUqI/AAAAAAAAADc/G2gXtg_AUFs/s1600-h/TMS.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7cj1usUrI/AAAAAAAAADk/JgY6TLb7H5g/s1600-h/TMS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057221939860099762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7cj1usUrI/AAAAAAAAADk/JgY6TLb7H5g/s200/TMS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we were off to the track around 8am or so. Of course, there was the need for breakfast… And where else would a team of Waffle Hunters eat but at… that’s right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7PQ1usUnI/AAAAAAAAADE/wG5KjADMRiI/s1600-h/100_0151+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057207319791424114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7PQ1usUnI/AAAAAAAAADE/wG5KjADMRiI/s200/100_0151+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And how much mayhem can 6 people wreak on one Waffle House? I guarantee you there are race fans who will remember that Friday morning breakfast well, especially the waitresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057220041484554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7a1VusUpI/AAAAAAAAADU/ml2P6XXtCSk/s400/Waffle+House+1b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We proceeded to the track and picked up our tickets and passes. Then we made our way down to the garage area. It is always neat coming to a track you've never been to before and coming up to the infield out of the tunnel. The dryers were on the track as Nascar was fighting the weather to get some practice in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7d2VusUvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z2YH4F4nEIE/s1600-h/100_0172+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057223357199307506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7d2VusUvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z2YH4F4nEIE/s320/100_0172+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7eEFusUwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CdukcuQdNVU/s1600-h/100_3558+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057223593422508802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7eEFusUwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CdukcuQdNVU/s320/100_3558+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Down in the garage area, we saw a few racing personalities. I spied Dr. Dick Berggren and got my picture with him. It was a pretty cool moment for me since I’ve been a fan of Dr. Dick since I began watching racing in the early '90's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057226750223471394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7g71usUyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1kCLsWR3Lmw/s400/100_0194+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We hung out by the Nascar Hauler. The boss, Ray Evernham, was there chatting with the whomsoevers, and Susan called him over. He obliged, taking pictures and signing autographs before heading back to work. Susan mentioned something about a faster goat but I didn't catch it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057227261324579634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7hZlusUzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GnuHMuyvajQ/s400/100_0191+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan and Merri got their pictures with Robert Yates (how about them hugs, ladies)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7iI1usU0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/C8gOqB8FGxE/s1600-h/100_0205+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057228073073398594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7iI1usU0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/C8gOqB8FGxE/s320/100_0205+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7iS1usU1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/idFirRtEZ-U/s1600-h/100_3581+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057228244872090450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7iS1usU1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/idFirRtEZ-U/s320/100_3581+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mel &amp; Speed's John Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057229035146072946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7jA1usU3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qxwxxjuhbxs/s400/100_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Later I got my picture with Speed’s John Roberts and Bob Dillner (Baaaawb!) That’s one I wanted for a long time – don’t ask – but I can tell you Suzi he’s much taller than I thought! My eyes don’t even come up to the Speed logo on his shirt, and he’s leaning over! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057228755973198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7iwlusU2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/aqtoXRKuVoI/s400/100_0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We checked out the stacks of Goodyear tires, and found those waiting for the 19 team. Thanks to Wayne (they call me Junior) the Tire Guy, we were able to hold the appropriate Tire Prayer Ceremonies and take photos. LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u102/YardbirdRacing/739fa149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u102/YardbirdRacing/739fa149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The weather was windy and rainy all day. Before qualifying, we decided to head to the RV Campground. Eventually, we found our destination - the RV &amp; campsite of Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Phil Oakla21fan &amp; their entourage. We were greeted like old friends, and treated with wonderful hospitality. And Mr. Kitty &amp;amp; Boomber &amp; Sooner were inside the RV too! We visited and watched as the Three Wide folks sorted out a couple of their differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057246030331663298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7yeFusU8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_zBk5WISJgk/s320/100_0232+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057246206425322450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7yoVusU9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Fs01My3uNLI/s320/100_0242+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had planned to meet other SFC’ers at Trackside, but it soon became apparent both Cup Qualifying and Trackside would be scrapped due to weather. The decision to head back to the hotel was made just before the tornado sirens started wailing. Robin and I hung out inside the RV with the cats and the knitting while everyone else stood outside under the RV awning and watched the tv for weather warnings. Phil tried his best to re-assure everyone everything was going to be ok. I wondered just who he was trying to reassure the most. LOL I wasn't even a little scared, I knew the storm would go around us!! We only experienced about 5 minutes of fairly heavy rain and some gusting winds. The storm hit hardest in Haltom City and Bedford, about 10 or so miles from the racetrack killing one man in a lumber yard. The winds and baseball sized hail damaged trees, homes, businesses, and knocked out power to thousands of electrical customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u102/YardbirdRacing/TornadoMap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Though we have had some quite damaging tornadoes here in Alberta, I have never been where there are tornado sirens. Even the huge TMS Sign warned "Severe Weather Imminent" and to "Take Shelter Immediately". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057249608039420930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri71uVusVAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7dzdywfUy_M/s320/100_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And we just thought all the crazy weather was due to the Doofus Skwad getting together again &amp; Three Wide members finally meeting!! It was an interesting experience to be sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once it was clear the storm had gone around us, we got a ride back to the Belt Sander and headed back to town. Thanks Jenell for the ride, it was greatly appreciated!! As we arrived at the Cantina again for dinner, we were treated to a huge double rainbow, a reminder of God's promises. We went in to chow down on more great food. Wow those burritos were good eh, Robin?! I'd go back to Texas just for the TexMex! After dinner it was back to the hotel to crash as Saturday was Busch Series race day - and more fun to come!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057251197177320466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri73K1usVBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m-H030J3uc8/s320/100_0252+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the&lt;br /&gt;everlasting covenant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth."&lt;br /&gt;~Genesis 9:16 NIV~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4161114279849623809?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4161114279849623809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4161114279849623809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4161114279849623809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4161114279849623809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/texas-day-2-friday-april-13.html' title='Texas - Day 2 - Friday, April 13'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri7cj1usUrI/AAAAAAAAADk/JgY6TLb7H5g/s72-c/TMS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4057106556378630688</id><published>2007-04-24T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:09:37.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermie Sadler'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hermie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Ri4XZEu2dFI/AAAAAAAAABk/_md3ap9EujY/s1600-h/bluemoontube1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I have to say it began Wednesday night because all of a sudden it was Thursday and time to go to the airport. I spent all night packing and doing, getting excited and IM-ing with Robin to stay awake! There was the occasional "Are you packed yet?!" from Merri, who did her momly best to make sure I got some sleep. Sorry Merri. It just didn't happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 03:30 MTN Daylight time, and after wrestling the luggage into the car (and I do mean wrestling), I was off. Of course I had to forget the camera-to-computer cord, so went back to get that… Then I was truly off. Parked the car at the Park 'n' Fly. Took the little bus over to the airport. I got there at 04:15 to a line up that was out the door for check-in for the flight to Denver. They finally started putting passengers through at 04:30. It took almost 40 minutes for me to get through. Thankfully my luggage was not over the limit (like someone else who had to pay $50 to get 10 pounds of sponge candy on the plane)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Customs. They were really straightforward this time, no threats of not letting me in if I was a Jeff Gordon fan. LOL Sorry Mary-Lynn, you better be careful when crossing the boarder for Dover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security went ok. The guy looked through my backpack because of the package of new camera batteries, car keys, and my wallet with Canadian change. He took away my half-empty water bottle, making the point he had to take it away even though I could buy exactly the same thing just around the corner from where we stood. He was really nice about it though, very friendly, and we talked about racing. I still hate that I had to take off my shoes. I barely had time to get into the secured area, get myself organized and put my shoes back on and they made the boarding call for my flight. I was off to Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to Denver before. It was pretty cool to see the Rockies on landing. I have only one complaint about the Airport though. No luggage carts in the terminal! I understand once you are in the secured area you should only have your carry-on stuff with you, which by definition, you should be able to carry. However, if you are like me and insist on packing lead weights in there, it gets heavy after a while and it would be nice to put it all on wheels. *Note to self: Take small roller board suitcase as carry-on next time, instead of Coca-Cola Racing Nascar duffle with no wheels. Again, just enough time to get off one plane, pee, and find the next gate for boarding to DFW. By the way, I love moving sidewalks. Eddie Gossage should really look into those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of the second flight but I did meet Juanita on the plane. She didn’t talk much until we actually landed in Dallas and were on that “forever taxi” to the terminal (I still think it’s cool the way the runway goes over the freeway). That’s when I found out Juanita was traveling with two other gals (relatives), headed to Louisiana for her grandmother’s 90th birthday party. A big celebration, literally a family reunion, was planned. They were going to see relatives and family friends they hadn’t seen in years. The girls were driving from Dallas to down to where “Granma Wheezy” lived in LA, which was approximately an 8-hour car ride they were NOT looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanita was amazed I was coming all the way from Canada to go to Nascar races. Even more amazed I would attempt such an adventure by myself. We eventually got to talking church and she said their church was “non-denominational”. I said, “Well really all you need is Jesus and a Bible, and you’re set!” She agreed. By that time we had finally come to a stop at our gate, and the pilot turned off the “fasten seatbelts” sign. I wished them a good trip, and Juanita did the same to me. Oh, did I mention Juanita and the girls had absolutely fantastic nails and great weaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a luggage cart. At DFW you have to pay $3 for them, but worth every penny. Of course I had to collect my checked bags, so the cart was necessary. All the while I looked and looked for Robin, Susan &amp; Dave. For anyone I knew. No one. Ok, they’re running late. No problem, I’ll just give them a call. Mel’s old cheap pay-as-you-go cell does not work below the 49th Parallel. So, payphone it is. Charge to Visa. Do you know how hard it is to use a payphone these days? I must be getting old. After a few attempts with the Visa I dug out some good old-fashioned quarters (remember you have to bring the American ones with you – all coin-operated machines in the US are prejudiced and do not accept Canadian coins). I got Susan’s voice mail. I started wondering if I had been abandoned in Texas before I even got out of the airport. I’ve heard stories you know… LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some more quarters and called Dave’s cell. “That must have been you that just called Susan!” he laughed. They would fetch me in 30 minutes. Perfect. Just enough time to pee and maybe find something to munch on. Oh look, a hot dog stand. Yup and not a bad dog either. I can’t count how many soldiers walked by me while I set there and ate the dog, so I don’t know how many soldiers got prayed for, but it was fun! I was coming out of the ladies’ room (gotta love how you can take the luggage cart right in with ya!) and saw Susan walking by. “Susan!” I had not been abandoned after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to our mode of transportation for the weekend that Susan so affectionately called the “Belt Sander on Wheels”, AKA the new Ford Edge*. Not a bad looking car/SUV type thing, just maybe a little more bubble-ish in style than what we’re used to. Is this yet another sign of getting old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim9IEu2c8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1iX5EbfLBHc/s1600-h/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055780003106943938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim9IEu2c8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1iX5EbfLBHc/s320/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes a Ford. Due to unavoidable and unforeseen circumstances in the car rental industry, we were forced to drive something other than a Dawdge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim-pku2c-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nc2E0acw3WU/s1600-h/Sacred+Racing+Waffle.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055781678144189410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim-pku2c-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nc2E0acw3WU/s320/Sacred+Racing+Waffle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I no sooner got in to the Belt Sander and I was introduced to the Sacred Racing Waffle. That’s right, The Sacred Racing Waffle (or SRW). Do you really want to know? All I can say is that I believe Rutledge would be proud. The Sacred Racing Waffle rode neatly in its own plastic take-out container, which happened to have a clear lid. The whole thing made it look like a portable shrine. I knew we were in for a good time. Anybody who picks someone up at the airport with a Sacred Racing Waffle can only have one thing in mind. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We went to the hotel where I found Robin sleeping… with a guitar! LOL Ok it was still in the case but she was curled right up there with her Woobie and a guitar… She still had her shoes on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055782837785359346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim_tEu2c_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1EswJddLAbI/s320/P1020433+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I woke her up she insisted she did not have to take her shoes off no matter what I said. lol We got my things into my room, which I would share with two fine ladies – One I had met before, the other I had known even longer but had not yet met face to face. I looked forward to the next two airport runs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering both Robin and I had not slept Wednesday night, and only grabbed a couple hours of “plane sleep” (not real sleep), Susan &amp; Dave insisted we have a little rest. It would be our last opportunity for the remainder of the weekend, I thought. First I tore apart the rolling duffle and I organized the gift bags and got everything sorted out. Then I laid down for a little rest. It didn’t last long as it was soon time to get something to eat before the third airport run of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinCw0u2dBI/AAAAAAAAABE/pRpV-APoykI/s1600-h/On+the+Border+logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055786200744752146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinCw0u2dBI/AAAAAAAAABE/pRpV-APoykI/s200/On+the+Border+logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We hit this a place called “On the Boarder - Mexican Grill &amp; Cantina” located near the hotel. OWESOME quesadillas! I’m not a real fan of refried beans but this Canadian could get into TexMex if it was all like this! And they served up a wonderful virgin pomegranate margarita! That was about the yummiest slurpee I’ve had in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk off some of that food so where else would we go but Wally World! Ah the adventure that is the Wal-Mart Supercenter. Living on what many consider Tundra, we don’t have The Supercenter. Ok they are just building a “small” Supercenter on the west end of Edmonton, and I’m not sure if it will be 24 hours or not… I hope so. That’s part of what makes The Supercenter, isn’t it?! Heck even Emporia, VA has a Supercenter! And Metro Edmonton is only about 178 times bigger* than Emporia! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loading up with some snacks, bottled water, sodas and whatever we thought we might need for the weekend, we went back to the hotel and dropped everything off, along with Dave. Then it was time to head back to DFW to pick up the Legendary Merri! Armed with bunny ears and the Sacred Racing Waffle (SRW), we decided to get a package of M&amp;amp;M’s just in case – so she would at least see something familiar and know it was us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we waited, Robin and I donned the bunny ears and Susan took our photo with the SRW. An Airport Official came by and whispered to Susan, “Rabbits are not allowed in the airport.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered back, “Not even the two-legged variety?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinAaEu2dAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wOlMl3Vp1Qo/s1600-h/P1020435+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055783610879472642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinAaEu2dAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wOlMl3Vp1Qo/s200/P1020435+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“I think we may be able to make an exception,” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She convincingly added, “Besides, they have the Sacred Racing Waffle!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t miss a beat. “Why didn’t you saaay sooo!” and walked off. He made it about 10 paces, turned around and said, “The Sacred Racing Waffle?!” Then turned around and continued on his way. We all bust out laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinEE0u2dEI/AAAAAAAAABc/lVgU39qMBR4/s1600-h/P1020437+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055787643853763650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinEE0u2dEI/AAAAAAAAABc/lVgU39qMBR4/s200/P1020437+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan’s cell phone rang. It was Merri saying the plane had arrived and she would be in the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RinDbEu2dCI/AAAAAAAAABM/PIWi-zyO_fw/s1600-h/P1020437+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terminal soon. Susan reassured Merri she would not be able to miss her welcoming committee in the airport. They continued chatting until Merri came through the doors from the secured area. Soon as she saw us, she averted her eyes, and I’m certain she asked herself why she decided to come at all! LOL There were hugs all around, and we waited for the luggage to hit the turnstile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a plane was arriving at DFW from Norfolk, VA, delivering our dear friend Alnee. I was so looking forward to seeing her again. The Vegas luggage didn’t get to us in time to meet Alnee at the gate, but we found her shortly after. As we almost drove past her in the Belt Sander, I said, “There she is! That’s her!” And Susan yelled out, “Hey Lady! Want a waffle?!” LOL Alnee herself could hardly believe she had actually gotten on a plane! It was pretty much her first time flying and she overcame her fears to visit the great state of Texas despite the many derogatory things she may have heard about the place. Alnee seemed happy and excited to be there, and I knew we were going to have a LOT of laughs over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After introducing Merri and Alnee to the SRW, it was back to the hotel for some sleep (what’s that?). Of course we had to take Robin past Texas Stadium first. At least that’s what Susan told Dave when he asked what took us so long. A Belt Sander full of women admitting they took a wrong turn and got even slightly lost? LOL Think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin stayed with Susan and Dave, and Alnee and I roomed with Merri. When we realized how such a room assignment might could make some people very nervous, Alnee and I had a really good laugh. LOL I guess we would find out if she was really and truly “Scary Merri” as legend had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, in a nutshell (ha ha ha!!) was Thursday. We were all so tired from lack of sleep, flying, and excitement. As I stretched out in bed, I hoped Juanita and the girls had made it to their destination safely. It was good night, God bless the hot dog man, the soldiers, and happy birthday to Granma Wheezy! Look out TMS, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Based on population figures found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ci.emporia.va.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;www.ci.emporia.va.us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmonton.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;www.edmonton.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-9213398548579183139?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/9213398548579183139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=9213398548579183139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/9213398548579183139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/9213398548579183139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/texas-day-1.html' title='Texas - Day 1 - Thursday, April 12th'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/Rim9IEu2c8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1iX5EbfLBHc/s72-c/Ford+Edge+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-4438520680258227688</id><published>2007-04-20T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:07:36.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Tech'/><title type='text'>Things Will Never Be The Same Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RikFUEu2c6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KQTabGmeRY/s1600-h/vatechtribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055577899125863330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RikFUEu2c6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KQTabGmeRY/s320/vatechtribute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Thanks to Renee's brother, Roy B. Hailey, Jr. for this drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-4438520680258227688?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4438520680258227688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=4438520680258227688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4438520680258227688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/4438520680258227688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-to-renees-brother-roy-b.html' title='Things Will Never Be The Same Again...'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6g5gdTxybuk/RikFUEu2c6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5KQTabGmeRY/s72-c/vatechtribute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-6777473591515657937</id><published>2007-04-19T11:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:01:50.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Horton&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><title type='text'>Triple Chocolate Donut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 670px; HEIGHT: 147px" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="162"&gt;&lt;img height="106" alt="" src="http://www.timhortons.com/images/chocolate-2007-162x106.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(80,75,62)"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span class="bold"&gt;Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(80,75,62)"&gt;&lt;span class="copy"&gt;Tim Hortons Triple Chocolate Danish,&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, Muffin and the new Triple&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Donut are all irresistibly&lt;br /&gt;chocolaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(80,75,62)"&gt;* The Triple Chocolate Donut is currently&lt;br /&gt;only available in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know why I thought I needed &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; chocolate this week, but I tried Tim Horton's Triple Chocolate Donut today. The pudding in the middle was the best part. If I have a wild chocolate craving again anytime soon, this will be the cure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Susan, I don't think the donuts will ship quite like the cans of coffee do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-6777473591515657937?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6777473591515657937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=6777473591515657937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/6777473591515657937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/6777473591515657937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/triple-chocolate-donut.html' title='Triple Chocolate Donut'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-5446858164731613637</id><published>2007-04-19T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:45:16.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow.  Still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ok.  It's April 19th.  It's snowing.  I want to go back to Texas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I come out of the apartment to go to work today, and yeah.  There it was.  Heavy wet snow, almost freezing rain.  I normally don't complain too much about our Alberta weather, at least I try not to.  But this year I seem to really be tired of the snow.  Six months of winter is long enough.  If I wanted more I'd move even further north or to Siberia or something.  Gah!  I need to move south.  I'll take a tornado or two over this, at least right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's 0 C (or 33 F)  right now with a wind chill of -4 C (23 F).  Forecast for today?  A  high of 6 C (43 F) with mixed rain and snow.  12 C (54 F) by Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, work is calling...  At least I only have to work today and tomorrow, then have the weekend off.  Maybe I can get over this cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-5446858164731613637?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5446858164731613637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=5446858164731613637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5446858164731613637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/5446858164731613637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/snow-still.html' title='Snow.  Still.'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378849445797822696.post-7875722302469774600</id><published>2007-04-18T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:52:26.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Here It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;The long-awaited blog.  LOL  I don't know what's going to happen here.  I hope to do a TMS diary this week, and after that who knows!  I guess we'll find out together!  Stick around.  It might be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5378849445797822696-7875722302469774600?l=puddleponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7875722302469774600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5378849445797822696&amp;postID=7875722302469774600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7875722302469774600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5378849445797822696/posts/default/7875722302469774600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddleponderings.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-here-it-is.html' title='Well, Here It Is'/><author><name>Puddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258516938509184907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/MelTy38/Picture75.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
