Everyday Wonders

A sleeping baby and the adorable snores that fill the air.

Chihuahuas that want to be sled dogs.

And cooking something pretty just because.

All of those things are amazing to me,  I get so stressed by the little things so I thought I would take this opportunity to observe some little things that make me happy and encourage anyone who may possibly eventually read this, to do the same.

STP 400 (Our NASCAR adventure)

This Sunday my husband and I got up at 5:30, we left baby girl with her Grandma and left for the STP 400.  When we had checked the weather Saturday night they said it was supposed to be 65 degrees and we forgot to check Sunday morning.  We really should have.  It was cold, windy and cloudy most of the day but it was so worth it.

We got to see a few drivers giving interviews, the Sprint Cup (which was very fancy by the way), and we bought plenty of stuff.

Our seats involved a climb that seemed like it would never stop, and I made a few jokes about being higher than the birds fly, but the view from our seats was amazing!

Yup, that's our view taken before the race.

Our favorite drivers were neck to neck for some of the race which led to some great shots of my guy in front that i just couldn't resist.

That is my favorite driver, Jamie McMurray.

This is Joey Logano, my husbands favorite driver.

Our drivers came in 14th and 15th.  It was a great race, even though I enjoy pack racing much better, abut it was so much more than a race.  It was an all day event.  There were thousands of people there, and didn't witness anyone being rude, there was beer everywhere and we didn't even see one person who had taken it too far.  There were people routing for competitors right next to each other and only good natured jokes between them.  It really was something fantastic to partake in.  My husband and I are already trying to figure out how to budget in the October race.  If you like NASCAR at all you really should experience a race in person sometime.

P.S. = Take ear protection, no matter what kind of other race you have been to, you can't even guess how loud they are.

Date Night!

My husband and I (before we were married) running for homecoming king and queen in college.

Last night my husband and I had a date night.  We ate dinner at home, and then went to Sonic for some dessert and went on a drive.  We call it an adventure, however you can't say it just say that like any other word you have to have some real enthusiasm going on, like it is the best thing ever, because really it's not far from it.  Driving around taking in the scenery, fresh air streaming through the windows, and a nice long chat with your loved one.  Not worrying about dirty clothes and the dishes sitting on the counter because sometimes the old saying is right. Out of sight, out of mind.


Some of my favorite activities on these adventures of ours include finding beautiful houses with manicured lawns and imagining what it would be like to live in such an awesome place.  Also you can't beat going down a road you have never been on, just driving to drive, and not caring where it leads you.  I think that is the only downside to living in a city that I can think of, you have to get out further to get the good views.


We took drives in college, when we first got married, and now 5 years and a baby later we still find joy in it.  I hope that we still do these little things for the rest of our life together.

Regina Spektor - "Fidelity"

I'm still not feeling too great so I thought I would stick with something easy today.  Do you have songs that make you remember all kinds of random things and people when you here them?  Well this is one of those songs for me.  Every time I hear it I think of college.

I have these mental images of the TVs in the student center playing MTV U at all hours of day and night and this video playing constantly for what felt like a month.  I remember the security guard we all hang out with saying it sounds like she stuck her hand on a hot stove in this song, and I remember my husband (then boyfriend), driving to his parents some weekends and driving through a town named Fidelity and my cracking up every time.

I wonder sometimes about what other people think about when songs come on, what kind of memories pop into their heads, what songs are special to them.  I love music and I have a lot of songs that do this for me, so what songs are special to you? I look forward to my nonexistent audiences answer in the comment section.

Sick

My daughter was sick for the first time this week.  It was horrible, then she gave it to me.  Oh the joys, I don't know why I felt worse, because I couldn't move without wanting to cry, or because my 9 month old felt that way and couldn't tell me.  I have decided that it is horrible to have a sick child, that and she sounds like a very very tiny chainsaw when she snores while sick.

I was sick as a child of course, a couple times really stand out to me though.  The first was when I was younger, about 10 or 11 I would guess and I had a fever so I staid home.  My my mother and father went to work, my little brother went to school, and I spiked a fever of 103.  My mom came home and took me to the ER, where they diagnosed me with bronchitis.  That one was actually not so bad, I didn't feel too bad other than the fact that I thought I would never quit coughing, and I got to stay home all week laying on my parents bed in the air conditioning watching TV.

The second was in high school while living with my grandparents.  I came home from school and wasn't feeling so good, then it got worse, and worse, until I ended up in the fetal position in the living room floor because if I sat up I felt like I was going to throw up.  Then my Grandma and Grandpa walked in with a pizza and as soon as I smelt it I ran to the bathroom and upchucked what felt like everything I had ate for a week, but most likely was really a muffin and a couple cookies, as my diet wasn't so great in high school.

Anyway, the moral of this story is being sick sucks.  I really don't have a picture to go with this one, so lets just say I did that to protect you from the horrors of what I look like when ill.

Quiet Time

It comes rarely with a nine month old, but right now I am enjoying the quiet interrupted only by the sound of the keys on my keyboard and the occasional jingling of the dogs tags as he scratches himself on the couch.  I always think better when it is quiet, but not too quiet.  It reminds me of when I was younger.

When I lived with my parents we live about a mile away from a race track, and I used to love Friday nights because after I got done watching TGIF (back when it had cool shows on), I would turn off the t.v., and lay in bed under the open window and listen to the cars race around the track and the crickets chirping in the pond next to the house.  I would fall asleep many nights listening to the rhythmic sound of the cars going around the track.  When I moved at around 13 to my maternal grandparents house I was sad I couldn't hear the track but I still had the occasional passing car, and when I moved again to my paternal grandparents less than a year later, it was way too quiet, I slept really poorly for awhile, I wasn't used to how quiet it really could get at night.

And to think that now I would pay for just an hour of quiet.

A picture of me and a fish I caught out of said cricket infested pond.