Weekend Update!
Friday I got out of work late, because of a certain person coming in late and then taking a longer lunch. So I had to haul ass to the cruise. The cruise was delayed which made is possible for me to be in it. I let my father drive, mom sat in the front seat with my nephew on her lap. He was hilarious. The little guy was leaning out the window waving and yelling "Helllllo......goodbye!!!!!" People thought it was funny. Then after the cruise I went home got my stuff and went to meet my friends and SYH653 at the campsite. I felt pretty bad though, because it was after 11pm and I had dad's diesel truck.
Saturday was camping fun, bike riding, swimming, smores, volleyball, and unfortunately a missed call from Mikeal wanting to come out and join us for a little while.
Sunday I woke up with a terrible soar throat and new that I had a cold.
I went drag racing anyway, and lost in the first round because I was sneezing in time with the amber lights as they came down the tree. 
Then my dad left and my friend said that he would take me home, but when the races ended at 3 and we didn't leave the track until 7 I started wondering if I would ever get home. So I hop into his truck to end up at his mom's house. Me: "Why are we at your mom's?" Him: "Oh, my mom is out of town, I am watching the house, so I am having a party." Me: "Ugh" Everyone is yelling at him for not bringing me home, because they can see that I am very sick. Then I was laying in the yard and he says to me "Hey, you want to go for a ride on my snowmobile?" Me: "Uhhh...no." Him: "Bullshit, get up we are going for a ride." Me: "ok." So I jump on back, and I must add that he races snowmobiles and this was a race one, he hits the throttle and stand the bitch up. Now, I look at the tree that seems to be getting closer and closer. Was I afraid? No but I was thinking, "Shit, I don't have a helmet on." So after I rode everyone else wanted a ride, and he was waaaaaay more timid with everyone else. Finally at about 10 I turnded to my other friend and asked him when he was going home, he said now, and yes I will give your sick ass a ride home. So I get home and crash.
Today, I wake up and can't even stand up, so I don't go to work. Right now i still have a fever and am hoping I can make it to work tomorrow.
Now for a silly story. There is a Dakota at the track that is the same year and same engine as mine. In fact he actually built his after mine. Anyway he was talking smack to some of my friends before I got there. He was saying "So, I hear she's coming today. If I come up against her I am going to put the nitrous on, I can't stand to let a girl beat me that has the same car as me." So he came over to the trailer and asked if I would run up against him for a photo op. I said okay, and took the left lane which is shit central. While I was bucking in I saw him peak around the trailer and then run back to his car and turn the nitrous on. First off the two trucks run the same time, so once he turns the nitrous on, I knew I was going to lose. Well, we pull up to the line, and I decided that I have the shitty lane, the slower truck, so I am going to be aggressive as hell. So I rev it up higher than I normally do, and think that either I am going to spin like a mother or hook up and it will be beautiful. Well, thankfully I hooked and the truck went the fastest it has ever gone at that track. Anyway I ran a 6.810 and the other truck ran a 6.441 and I beat him. Heads up! How? I treed the bastard!
Now back to bed and fighting this cold.
Friday I got out of work late, because of a certain person coming in late and then taking a longer lunch. So I had to haul ass to the cruise. The cruise was delayed which made is possible for me to be in it. I let my father drive, mom sat in the front seat with my nephew on her lap. He was hilarious. The little guy was leaning out the window waving and yelling "Helllllo......goodbye!!!!!" People thought it was funny. Then after the cruise I went home got my stuff and went to meet my friends and SYH653 at the campsite. I felt pretty bad though, because it was after 11pm and I had dad's diesel truck.
Saturday was camping fun, bike riding, swimming, smores, volleyball, and unfortunately a missed call from Mikeal wanting to come out and join us for a little while.
Sunday I woke up with a terrible soar throat and new that I had a cold.
I went drag racing anyway, and lost in the first round because I was sneezing in time with the amber lights as they came down the tree. Then my dad left and my friend said that he would take me home, but when the races ended at 3 and we didn't leave the track until 7 I started wondering if I would ever get home. So I hop into his truck to end up at his mom's house. Me: "Why are we at your mom's?" Him: "Oh, my mom is out of town, I am watching the house, so I am having a party." Me: "Ugh" Everyone is yelling at him for not bringing me home, because they can see that I am very sick. Then I was laying in the yard and he says to me "Hey, you want to go for a ride on my snowmobile?" Me: "Uhhh...no." Him: "Bullshit, get up we are going for a ride." Me: "ok." So I jump on back, and I must add that he races snowmobiles and this was a race one, he hits the throttle and stand the bitch up. Now, I look at the tree that seems to be getting closer and closer. Was I afraid? No but I was thinking, "Shit, I don't have a helmet on." So after I rode everyone else wanted a ride, and he was waaaaaay more timid with everyone else. Finally at about 10 I turnded to my other friend and asked him when he was going home, he said now, and yes I will give your sick ass a ride home. So I get home and crash.
Today, I wake up and can't even stand up, so I don't go to work. Right now i still have a fever and am hoping I can make it to work tomorrow.
Now for a silly story. There is a Dakota at the track that is the same year and same engine as mine. In fact he actually built his after mine. Anyway he was talking smack to some of my friends before I got there. He was saying "So, I hear she's coming today. If I come up against her I am going to put the nitrous on, I can't stand to let a girl beat me that has the same car as me." So he came over to the trailer and asked if I would run up against him for a photo op. I said okay, and took the left lane which is shit central. While I was bucking in I saw him peak around the trailer and then run back to his car and turn the nitrous on. First off the two trucks run the same time, so once he turns the nitrous on, I knew I was going to lose. Well, we pull up to the line, and I decided that I have the shitty lane, the slower truck, so I am going to be aggressive as hell. So I rev it up higher than I normally do, and think that either I am going to spin like a mother or hook up and it will be beautiful. Well, thankfully I hooked and the truck went the fastest it has ever gone at that track. Anyway I ran a 6.810 and the other truck ran a 6.441 and I beat him. Heads up! How? I treed the bastard!
Now back to bed and fighting this cold.
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They did have a $4995 '90 Crown Vic on the lot though. I told the salesman, "No Fords."
They'll call me if anything else pops up though.