justmee

My mom and I went to see Wimbeldon tonight. At the beginning, I was scared that it was going to suck. It seemed slow, and the theater had the film itself all blurry in the middle. They fixed it though, and it turned out to be a pretty good chick flick. That's why hubby didn't go along. The last time I went to a movie with mommy was when I was like 12. It was My Girl. I still love that movie.

Anyways, the excitement started on the way home. We're at a stoplight, and this old fat man in a BMW pulls up beside me. I'm thinking "damn, why don't young racing guys ever pull up?". Well, old fat man in his 80 something, maybe early 90's BMW, takes off a little faster then your average driver. I hear his car rev up so high before he shifts, it's obvious he wants to show me up. So I push down my gas and cruise on by him. At the next light, he does it again, and I'm still surprised he's trying to race me. So, light number three. I already know what he's going to do. It turns green, I punch the gas. And I get your normal Honda power out of it, and right when I'm thinking WTF... the turbo kicks in and my little car was off like a bat out of hell!!! <---- That's what my face looked like. And I didn't even want a WRX. Silly me.

I've taken this sudden interest in racing that's starting to scare me. Like actually picking up my husband's Import Tuner magazine, and READING the articles. Normally I just check out the chicks and throw them back on the floor. What the hell is going on!??!

Okay, that's all. I'm still trying to get my camera to work for me... so wish me luck.