Did I get your attention? Well, some of you sick pervs faithful readers might be disappointed, but to heck with you!
Remember my getting back to roots post? The one where I embarrassingly confessed owned up to my redneck roots? Well, Saturday night the family tradition continued and Cam got a little dose of his heritage. There's nothing like taking your family to Sycamore Speedway for the Saturday night races!
This is the stuff memories are made of! It just doesn't get any better than sitting on the hard wooden bleachers, breathing in a combination of second-hand smoke and car exhaust, while drinking $2 jumbo cups of Miller Genuine Draft. What's even better is when you walk back from the concession stand during a race and you get chunks of mud kicked up into said beer! Of course I drank it!
Not only were the races fun, but this is the kind of place that when a driver does something idiotic, taking matters in to your own hands is not only acceptable, but crowd pleasing. There were several instances when a driver felt someone did them wrong and rear-ended the other driver intentionally gave the other driver a little love tap to remind them they needed to be more considerate next time.
So, while other Chicagoans were in Joliet, where they paid upwards of $250 to watch the big boys race (NASCAR was in town), we were in a crowd of "wife beater t-shirt" wearing, chain attached to their wallet, mullet-heads good old, down to earth, Midwestern families. And you know what? It was a blast!
As a bonus, I was downloading the Saturday pics from the camera and I came across a few pics that had been taken and never downloaded. Remember that lunar eclipse a few months ago? Here was my view of it.
Then, it appears I've got a budding HNT-er on my hands. No, the fruit never falls far from the tree, does it? Fortunately, there weren't any of those kind of photos to be found, but he does seem to enjoy sharing a little glimpse of himself with the camera.
This one is actually my favorite.
He does seem to have a knack for making some goofy faces, doesn't he? He tells me these are his "I'm cool" poses. Ummmm ... I think I forgot what it's like to be 12. And yes, I did remind him that hats have a bill on them to keep the sun out of one's eyes, and unless he is a flounder, he needs to wear his hat the right way.
Oh, and he didn't forget the obligatory cute kitten photos. This is Gizmo - the newest addition to our family. We picked her out from the animal shelter about two weeks ago. See that funky ear she has? This wasn't a twitch, her ear always looks like that. Apparently she was one of a large litter of kittens and her head was wedged in a position that kept her head from developing in a "normal" fashion. She always looks to have her head tilted just a bit.
This is Tessa. She was queen of the jungle until Gizmo came along, and she's not very happy to have to share her house with the cute, little furball. OK, she might be looking fierce, but it was really just a yawn!
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