after MIS

If you want to know what made chris say this to me tonight: I want to get that tattooed on the inside of my eyelid so everytime I blink I can see it ...then you need to read piscin's blog and look for the June 9 picture of piscin "brak" dornan's full-on fur-flying-frenzy cataclism-for-the-ages hairball-of-hostility FACE.


In other news, chris and I spent father's day at the racetrack...with a bunch of other people's dads. like, thousands of other people's dads.



boogity boogity boogity it was loud!
and hot.

no, "hot" doesn't quite describe it.



imagine MAGMA. there you go.



muchas gracias to katie and adam for hooking us up... we'll return the favor by being the best aunt and uncle ever!!!! ....or at least the craziest...that's certainly within our realm of possibility...
thanks dwight (jenny, this shot is for you!), and liz, for all the funtime tips. I don't remember any of them, but they were helpful and sounded smart. we didn't burn (much) and we had absolutely no trouble (maybe 5 minutes worth) getting from our parking spot onto the highway and home in 2-1/2 hours... and while it was still WAYYYY too many people for my comfort level, and dale jarrett didn't qualify (BAH--my hopes and dreams lost, floating away like a child's balloon because his mom didn't tie it to his wrist, for the freakin' love people)... it was still awesome.


and loud. did I mention it was loud??

and those cars sounded ANGRY when they left pit road!

slightly disappointed there was no huge crash, or fight, but carl edwards won (gotta say I'm a fan) and did his back flip... and we got to hear thousands of people cheer junior, and thousands of people boo gordon... it's all entertaining to me...

and certainly nothing says "macho" better than mark martin and a guy in a military uniform CUTTING A CAKE WITH A FREAKIN' SWORD. I don't have a picture of it, but I'm sure you will have no trouble painting that picture in your mind.