Hey Guys! On June 25th I'll be chatting and playing poker at VLPClub.net in the Infield Parking Poker Tournament. The IP tourney starts at 9PM so be sure to register and download the software
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IP IS BACK WOOHOO!!!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. NOW WE CAN GET BACK TO NORMAL. DIDN'T HOW HOOKED I WAS ON THIS PLACE UNTIL IT WAS GONE. HOPE YOU FOUND YOUR WAY BACK HERE. NOT LONG BEFORE THE RACE SEASON
STARTS AND I CAN'T WAIT. JR IS GETTING HIGH PRAISES FOR HIS PERFORMANCE. LOVE AND HUGZ KAT
HI STEPHANEE, WISHING YOU MY FRIEND A HEALTHY AND WEALTHY 2008. MY GRANDKIDS ARE ALL BACK HOME
AND WE HAVE OUR 2 FRIENDS BACK IN THE HOUSE (PEACE AND QUIET). LOL I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF HAVING THEM. I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY AND NOW IT'S TIME TO THINK NASCAR. HOORAY!!!!!
DAYTONA 500 IS IN MY THOUGHTS AS I WRITE THIS. I WANT TO THANK JR FOR THIS AWSOME SITE HE SENT TO ALL OF US. I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND ON HERE. I HAVE HAD AN AWSOME YEAR WITH YOU AS MY
FRIEND. THANK YOU. MAY 2008 BRING YOU ALL THE HAPPINESS YOU DESERVE. LOVE AND HUGZ KAT
Christmas Comments
HI STEPHANEE WELL, THIS IS PROBABLY MY LAST POSTING FOR 2 WEEKS CAUSE MY GRANDKIDS ARE TAKING OVER THE COMPUTER. BUT I WILL LOOK FORWARD TO ALL YOUR COMMENTS AND I WILL POST AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. AS
SOON AS I REST UP THAT IS. LOL I DO HOPE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY HOLIDAY. KEEP SAFE FOR 2008. MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU THROUGH THIS SEASON. 2 WEEKS OF INSANITY....LOL BUT I'M
LOOKING FORWARD TO IT. MY HUBBY TOOK OFF TO BE WITH THEM. HE CLOSED HIS BUSINESS FOR 2 WEEKS. LOL THANK GOD!!!!! LOVE TO YOU AND YOURS kAT
Don't know if you've seen it or not, the first time I saw it I didn't really read it, but I just read it and it is good for a chuckle. Love and Hugz Kat
Christmas at the Hendricks Christmas at the Hendricks, a bounty to behold; But underneath the Christmas tree, a tempest did unfold. Bitter words exchanged, egos on the mend; NASCAR drivers said many things to insult and to offend. Jimmie earned the glory, Jeff among the slighted; Casey deemed the lucky, Dale the uninvited. Owner Rick did his best to ease the pain, distributing what joy he could. But little did he know his merry gifts would be misunderstood.
Christmas at Hendrick Motorsports: A one-act play
Rick: Casey, you look a little down. Didn’t you get what you wanted for Christmas? Casey: I did. But I only got one gift. Jeff: You got that right! Rick: It was the biggest present under the tree: The Coca-Cola 600. No one else here won a bigger race than that. Casey: Yeah, but it was only one. I wanted more. Jimmie: Stop your whining already. You’re were lucky to win that one. Look at poor Dale over there. He didn’t win any. Dale: Still most popular though. Jeff: Weren’t you supposed to bring the beer? Dale: Oops! That kind of fell through. Jeff: I hope that’s not a sign of things to come. Rick: Cool it, you two. This is supposed to be a pleasant visit. Dale: Just happy to be here, Rick. Rick: You look a little down, too, Dale. What’s the matter with your gifts? You got the 88 from Robert Yates, a new race car, new team. What more could you want? Dale: Something from Teresa would have been nice. Rick: Look, your stepmom wasn’t going to give you her team. She wasn’t going to give you the 8. But look at it this way. Now you have two 8s. And your new team should be twice as good. Dale: It’s still not the same. Jeff: I don’t know what you two are complaining about. You didn’t get robbed ... again. What do I have to do to win another championship? This happened when that punk Kurt Busch won. Now Jimmie. I was robbed. Mugged, beaten and robbed! Rick: No one robbed you. Jimmie won the Chase, fair and square. Jeff: Stupid Chase. I hate playoffs and I hate Jimmie. Jimmie: Don’t blame me. I didn’t set up the system. Jeff: I hate Brian France. I hate Fox. I hate ESPN. I hate Darrell Waltrip. Rick: What did Darrell do to you? Jeff: Nothing, really. I was just on a roll there. Rick: Look, you had a great year. Six wins is a great season. Jimmie just had a better season, the kind of seasons you used to have. Jeff: What’s that supposed to mean? Jimmie’s your favorite driver now? Remember I found him. He wouldn’t even be driving for you if it wasn’t for me. He’s mine, mine I tell you. Jimmie: I don’t belong to anyone, except Chandra. Jeff: Oh, stop it already. We all know you have the most perfect life of any NASCAR driver. Jimmie: I’m not perfect. Rick: That’s right. Jimmie’s just one of the guys here. Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas, Jimmie? Jimmie: Now that you mention it, I think I want my own shop. Rick: What?! You and Jeff are a team. One can’t survive without the other. That’s how things work around here. Jimmie: I think Jeff is holding me back. I could have won a couple more races last year if it weren’t for Jeff. Jeff: Holding you back? If it wasn’t for your team, my crew chief wouldn’t have gotten suspended for six races. Jimmie: Not that it mattered. Jeff: To you maybe. I got the green crew chief. I’m working without a net out there half the time. I’m surprised I finished six races last year, let alone win six. Rick: You don’t mean that. This is getting way out of hand. Let’s all take our gifts and go spend time with our families. We’ll all have time to talk about racing in February at Daytona. Jimmie: Can’t wait. Jeff: Just make sure you double-check your windows. Don’t want to see a repeat of what happened a couple years ago. Jimmie: Always living in the past, aren’t you? Jeff: One day you will too, kid.
"The Man In Black" The Man In Black is back in town, so drivers BEWARE 'Cause there's a gust of heat and the smell of victory rising in the air I hear the thunder now, rolling down the track There's no doubting it, it's him for sure, the intimidating Man In Black He's back for domination, in the year '98 And when he takes the checkered flag, his followers will cheer him and the earth is going to shake There's no stopping this storm some call #3 And the other drivers will bow to him and beg for his mercy So a warning to you drivers...when the caution flag flies, take care and always watch your back 'Cause on the restart, you'll be face to face, with the powerful Man In Black. "A Lesson From #3" His name is Dale Earnhardt & he drives the Chevy #3 The horses underneath the hood eat nothing else but speed Some call him The Intimidator & to others he's The Man In Black But the other drivers just call him FAST, when he passes them on the track He's hard to catch & when he's caught, it's hard to keep up with him He can be passed & he can be beat, but the chances of that are slim So you other drivers just sit back & take a real long look 'Cause when it comes to winning races… Dale Earnhardt wrote that book.
SOMEONE SENT THIS TO ME AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE SO I THOUGHT I WOULD PASS IT ON YOUR WAY....Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my own doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out -- over several Christmases. Since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles; and who knows when I'll find any more free time in the next 18 years, so now - - *** Here are my Christmas wishes *** * I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (-in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. * I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. * If you're hauling big-ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. * On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. * I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to bejust out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing, and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his red crayon back. Have a safe trip Santa, and remember to leave your wet boots by the door, and come in and dry off, so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet. Yours always with love and appreciation, a Mom P.S. One more thing . . you can cancel all my requests, if you can keep my children 'young' enough to believe in Santa. . . . Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all 'moms' if you wish LOVE AND HUGZ KAT
Twas the Race before Christmas and all through the track Each driver was ready to make his attack. The tires had been stacked by the pit crew with care
With hopes none of them would run out of air. The drivers were belted all snug in their seats
Where visions of checkered flags looked mighty sweet.
When out of the infield there rose such a clatter The crowd sprang to their feet to see what was the matter. What sight met their wondering eyes as they rose Twas Rusty Wallace punching somebody's nose.
With eyes like the eagles the spotters they came And they turned on their headsets and called them by name "On Spencer! On Petty! On Rudd and Jarrett! "On Cope! On Speed! On Ward and Jeff Burton! At the top of the curve ran 'em into the wall!
Now gentlemen, start your engines all!"
More rapid than lightning the Iceman they flew With a sack full of cash and the Winston Cup too. And then in a twinkling there came to the front The bright rainbow colors of Gordon's DuPont.
Then Bobby Labonte flew by in a flash While Martin had a breakdown and Spencer a crash. Then all at once with a rush and a roar
There came a new car they had not seen before.
From bumper to bumper it was painted all red North Pole Toy Co.was the sponsor they read. With a little old driver so lively and quick They all said at once, "Hey, this must be a trick!"
"A geezer like that shouldn't be driving here!" "And why does his pit crew all have pointed ears?" The next scheduled pit stop went kinda slow For the old fellow stopped at each pit in the row.
He spent no time at all, but left gas and oil A new set of tires, new tools for their toil. He asked no endorsement, demanded no fee And left only coal for the black #3.
Childress got on the com and said "Hey Intimidator ... Want to chew him up now, or save him for later?" Dale spoke not a word, but went straight to his work He gave him a nudge, then broadsided the jerk.
But the old guy escaped with a zig and a zag And crossed over the finish line, right at the flag. The old man drove straight up to victory lane Grabbed up the trophy and drank some champagne.
Thanked all his sponsors and took the cash too Stole a kiss from Brooke Gordon, and then off he flew As he sped out of sight, one last cry did they hear. "Merry Christmas to all, better luck next year!"
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