I had the joy and privilege of spending Mother’s Day with my mother. My Mom is currently one of the sweetest people you’d ever meet. She’s kind. She’s compassionate. She’s fun and funny. Somewhere along the line she became one of those crazy old Catholic ladies who goes to church daily and hangs out predominately with other Catholics. Though I’m happy to say she retains a lot of her beliefs which may not completely coincide with what the latest pope thinks a Roman Catholic person should believe and I salute her for it. I also cheer on her daily church going because it makes her happy and keeps her active. I LOVE YOU MOMMY!!!
I also love Mother’s Day weekend at NASCAR. It thrills me to see the mommies of NASCAR’s toughest hugging their babies. I also had the rare pleasure of listening to Clare B Lang’s show on Sirius NASCAR radio before the race, co-hosted by Jeff Gordon’s mom Carol that included chats with Kasey Kahne’s mom, the Busch brothers’ mom, and Ms Nancy, Carl Edwards’ mom. It was a rare pleasure because I tend to be required by my nerves to turn off the radio or change the station when Clare is on. Her slipping dentures (which cause her to be unable to pronounce the sound made by the letter ‘s’) drive me to distraction. The mom collection gimmick made it bearable. Also she tends to repeat herself ad nauseam. Having a parade of guests seemed to cut down on the redundancy. Ms Nancy completely busted Carl. She admitted on air that she actually saw him eating a Tootsie pop. She was so shocked she had to stare. She wondered if he was celebrating something. It says a lot about a guy that his mother is shocked at seeing him eat candy. I like the Mother’s Day input on and around the track.
The other kewl thing was an interview with a fan that was at the Darlington race from Queens, Pennsylvania (540 miles away) for the sixtieth consecutive year. He drove to his first race at 17 after reading about the race in a racing magazine and has been coming down ever since. The first time he drove down Interstate 95 had not been built, so the trip was on the back roads and two lane highways between Pennsylvania and South Carolina. It was a delightful story. His story is also included in a book about fantastical fan stories.
The race, a night race, on a mile and a third track with one groove, did not have me in breathless anticipation, to say the least. In the end my driver, Jimmie Johnson, had a rather 
sucky night. Talk about ‘be careful what you wish for’…Mr Smart-Ass Knaus came over the team radio and told Jimmie that if he wrecked again to please make it big enough that everyone on the team could just go home. He got his wish. Jimmie finished 36th. By the time AJ hit him I was laughing. I was concerned for his health and safety when I saw how hard AJ hit him, but the situation had become so ridiculous at that point that it had become funny to me. Denny won both the Nationwide and the Sprint Cup races. At this point its looking like he should have knee surgery every few months throughout the season. He’s had a much better season since he’s been limping and in severe pain than he had before the surgery. Give a young man a point to prove and he will make a complete fool of himself (without regard for his future).
I am in search of a new mp3 player. I need to find one within the next three days. I have a few requirements that seem to render my search near impossible. I am seeking an mp3 player with at least 8GB of storage, a radio, Mac compatible and with a volume control on the side of the player and buttons on the front, at a reasonable price. This doesn’t seem so complicated to me, but has proven to be elusive and time is ticking away.
Since the trip to see Mom has left me exhausted, tonight will be a very early night for me.