Well, it's been a first for me too. I attended my first tea party, and peaceful protest all in one setting. I finally got fed up with all of the liberal lunacy, and attempted to vent my frustration in the right place, instead of on my family. 1300- 1500 similar parties happened nationwide, usually at the city hall, and state capitol buildings. 2,000 was the minimum crowd occupancy; in the bigger cities, it was more like 24,000 apiece, or somewhere around there. This party consisted of bands, snacks, handouts, and a lot of speeches. Even had the channel 2 news chopper out there for going on 10 minutes, plus we heard the Railroad Commissioner of Texas, and a few other notables. In short, every area of concern for us was spoken about (13 speakers, 2-3 minutes apiece; you do the math.) My brother and I got there early, and stayed through the last speaker. There were a lot of signs, and I was no exception. Being an Eagle Scout, I displayed part of the Scout Oath, the part about God and MY country. The fun broke up about 2 1/2 hours later, when the sun went down. You know, nearly every day, after listening to the radio (Limbaugh etc.) I wanted to punch something out. Still do. True to form, when I got home, I had a huge, honkin' seizure, from which I didn't recover for an hour and a half. Teaches me to do anything about politics physically again, but I usually don't take orders from my body.
You talk about people who needed to be shaken up body and limb, it's those liberals; they're stupid gone crazy! Can't they see the transparency of Barry? Yet the flock to him, like nails to a magnet. I needed an outlet to take my frustration out on, and the protest/ tea party on tax day was it; like oil bursting forth from the ground.
"...and up from the ground comes this bubblin' crude
Black gold, Texas T..."- The Beverly Hillbillies
Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Additions/ Updates
Just added some games at the bottom of the page. Don't forget to take the poll I have in the upper right corner.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Noise Not the Problem
The earmuffs were certainly worth it. The camera setting I discovered was great, too. The only thing I could have done without, though, is the major sunburn, and consequently, the great windburn I endured at the track. NASCAR fans are the most loyal, however, braving whatever inclement issue that is thrown their way. Mine were once again, a shockingly cold cool front, and winds that topped out at nearly 30 mph, making the temp dip lower into the 40's. Unusual in Texas for April.
My dad and I made a weekend of it, camping out at a local state park, which we knew very well. Saturday, we took our time getting up there; it's almost 300 miles. We moseyed around in Carrollton, and Aubrey, our old stomping grounds. We finally made it up to the state park. We pitched camp, and then went to the Denton Fuddruckers for dinner. After that we went to a movie: "Knowing." It started off good, but as the movie went on, there were some parts that didn't fit. It wound up spoiling the whole movie. Of course, I had to have a seizure on the way back. Being up 19-20 hours is no piece of cake, and that seizure wasn't either. We retired for a shower, and lights out. Now, when we hit the sack, it was warm, and their was a light breeze out over the lake, and through the trees. And then at about 1 a.m. a very cold front moved in, and I had to fight the side of my tent for possession of my sleeping bag, even though it kept trying to oust me all night. I was a little less than amused when I awoke, weary from battle. My dad and I were going to eat out for all of our meals, so my dad beat me to the car that morning. I was taking my medicine, and doctoring the holes in my foot. Anyway, we had breakfast just after dawn at Cracker Barrel. I really stacked up on the protein I knew I was going to need for the day. We got to the racetrack, surprisingly without much traffic, and we got a very, really, good parking spot. We got out, rode the tram around the track, and found the merchandise aisles. There were lots of lanes of goodies, but we were only able to go down one, in order to make the race on time, and still do lunch. We ran into a couple of friends who just happened to get free tickets. One of those friends was the one I wrote about in, "The Denton Chronicles." So, we went on our way with my friends, and saw some of the sights that awaited us, such as a couple of demo cars, merchandise, and an arcade-18-wheeler. We eventually had to leave my friends, as they sat in seats across the track from us, and return to the car for lunch. After a quick repast, we made final preperations for the race. We took our seats, test-tryed our ear-muffs, and waited for the race to begin. We listened to a 12-year-old prodigy play a piano version of the "Star-Spangled-Banner," had prayer, and the drivers got those four most famous words in racing history: "Drivers! Start your engines!" After some warm-up laps, it was time for DW's famous line: "Boogity, boogity, boogity!" Then, I took "center-stage" with my camera. I really put it through a workout, taking 1100 pictures.That's the most it's ever taken in one shooting since I got it. Each one of them turned out to be a work of art (if I don't say so myself) through four-hours of sitting on hard benches, and being close enough to the track so that we got tire-dust all over us. Although no crashes happened per se, we did have a few accidents, like running into walls, engines blowing and the like. The eventual winner was Jeff Gordon, who had never won at Texas before. Now the only track he has yet to conquer is Homestead-Miami. Now we were anticipating 1-2 hours getting out of the parking lot, but were pleasently surprised when we exited in under 20 minutes. It was about 4:30-5p.m. and the race had worn me down, so we headed North to a Mexican restaurant we had frequented when we had lived in Aubrey. Before we got there, we moved our camp to a more sheltered area. When done there, we moved on to Raphael's, afterwhich making tracks for the campsite after a very, long, day. The good thing about that night is that I got a good night's sleep, plus the tent wall didn't try to collapse on me. We left late the next morning taking extra time to make sure camp was taken down properly, and quickly as possible. On the drive back, I had to work on keeping myself awake, and not just dad. The exhaustion, the sun, and windburn had got me out of the house for a bit, and here it is, exactly a week later, and I've still got all the ailments I had when I started out plus a few gained in action at the track. Ah, well, the price we pay for a full, round weekend spent with your dad, friends, cameras, and one of the South's best friends, NASCAR.
My dad and I made a weekend of it, camping out at a local state park, which we knew very well. Saturday, we took our time getting up there; it's almost 300 miles. We moseyed around in Carrollton, and Aubrey, our old stomping grounds. We finally made it up to the state park. We pitched camp, and then went to the Denton Fuddruckers for dinner. After that we went to a movie: "Knowing." It started off good, but as the movie went on, there were some parts that didn't fit. It wound up spoiling the whole movie. Of course, I had to have a seizure on the way back. Being up 19-20 hours is no piece of cake, and that seizure wasn't either. We retired for a shower, and lights out. Now, when we hit the sack, it was warm, and their was a light breeze out over the lake, and through the trees. And then at about 1 a.m. a very cold front moved in, and I had to fight the side of my tent for possession of my sleeping bag, even though it kept trying to oust me all night. I was a little less than amused when I awoke, weary from battle. My dad and I were going to eat out for all of our meals, so my dad beat me to the car that morning. I was taking my medicine, and doctoring the holes in my foot. Anyway, we had breakfast just after dawn at Cracker Barrel. I really stacked up on the protein I knew I was going to need for the day. We got to the racetrack, surprisingly without much traffic, and we got a very, really, good parking spot. We got out, rode the tram around the track, and found the merchandise aisles. There were lots of lanes of goodies, but we were only able to go down one, in order to make the race on time, and still do lunch. We ran into a couple of friends who just happened to get free tickets. One of those friends was the one I wrote about in, "The Denton Chronicles." So, we went on our way with my friends, and saw some of the sights that awaited us, such as a couple of demo cars, merchandise, and an arcade-18-wheeler. We eventually had to leave my friends, as they sat in seats across the track from us, and return to the car for lunch. After a quick repast, we made final preperations for the race. We took our seats, test-tryed our ear-muffs, and waited for the race to begin. We listened to a 12-year-old prodigy play a piano version of the "Star-Spangled-Banner," had prayer, and the drivers got those four most famous words in racing history: "Drivers! Start your engines!" After some warm-up laps, it was time for DW's famous line: "Boogity, boogity, boogity!" Then, I took "center-stage" with my camera. I really put it through a workout, taking 1100 pictures.That's the most it's ever taken in one shooting since I got it. Each one of them turned out to be a work of art (if I don't say so myself) through four-hours of sitting on hard benches, and being close enough to the track so that we got tire-dust all over us. Although no crashes happened per se, we did have a few accidents, like running into walls, engines blowing and the like. The eventual winner was Jeff Gordon, who had never won at Texas before. Now the only track he has yet to conquer is Homestead-Miami. Now we were anticipating 1-2 hours getting out of the parking lot, but were pleasently surprised when we exited in under 20 minutes. It was about 4:30-5p.m. and the race had worn me down, so we headed North to a Mexican restaurant we had frequented when we had lived in Aubrey. Before we got there, we moved our camp to a more sheltered area. When done there, we moved on to Raphael's, afterwhich making tracks for the campsite after a very, long, day. The good thing about that night is that I got a good night's sleep, plus the tent wall didn't try to collapse on me. We left late the next morning taking extra time to make sure camp was taken down properly, and quickly as possible. On the drive back, I had to work on keeping myself awake, and not just dad. The exhaustion, the sun, and windburn had got me out of the house for a bit, and here it is, exactly a week later, and I've still got all the ailments I had when I started out plus a few gained in action at the track. Ah, well, the price we pay for a full, round weekend spent with your dad, friends, cameras, and one of the South's best friends, NASCAR.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Playin' Footsy with NASCAR
I had to do it. Again. A long thought-out yes at the podiatrist's office has landed me in world of pain on the bottom of my left foot, twice. For upchucking purposes, I will not reveal what was on the sole of my foot, BUT it will have no bearing on whether or not I go to the NASCAR race this weekend. Yes, I said race. I bought tickets last November, and waited a whole whoppin' 1/3 of a year for it, We're getting fabulous seats, and apparently good parking, plus good camping conditions at a local St. park. The only hitch is that, once again, it is in the Denton area which means going 300 miles up, and the same going back. Trouble this time, is that we are going in a third vehicle that we did not travel in in January (The Denton Record Chronicles) My dad is working on getting it repaired. Good thing I can't drive, folks, there are two holes in my left foot that say no, and as you know, if I drive, it will have to be two-footed
"At first, I thought it was a pain, but it's grown on me, like a wart you wanna have removed, until you realize, it defines you somehow"- (Garfield: the Movie/ Me)
"At first, I thought it was a pain, but it's grown on me, like a wart you wanna have removed, until you realize, it defines you somehow"- (Garfield: the Movie/ Me)
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