Posts
All Comments
Take a guess on the car driver and number I'm rooting for.
I have my 24 hat. I have my 24 drinking cup and flag. I have my Anti-Wonder Boy Bashing Deflector. I am ready!
Go Jeff Gordon!
REMINDER: VIRTUALLY HIS ARC CONTEST
(SEE FEB 15 POST)
***********************
Still detoxifying but feeling better.
Whoa. That was some serious head spinning. I didn't eat much at lunch and had to explain to Ranger Buddy that I over-indulge. He told me that I'm now a real roofer.
At last. I've achieved roofer godhood. I put on my sunglasses and enjoyed my moment.
Here is an article about Harlequin Romance's partnership with NASCAR, with more books coming out about RACING and ROMANCE. If the link needs a password, just type in Gennita and the password is rooferauthor.
Overall, I think it's an interesting venture, what with so many of the newest racing fans being women (some of whom are romance readers!). When I was introduced as a romance author at the race, I was asked several times whether I was The NASCAR Romance Author, like that was a title or something ;-).
I explained that I wasn't The NASCAR Romance Author but I do write for MIRA, which is part of Harlequin. Then, of course, I was quizzed about all the NASCAR drivers, as if I meet them at parties or something, LOL. It was funny, kind of like being asked what Nora Roberts is like, as if I know her in person.
Anyway, the article said these new books have no sex or car crashes since NASCAR is a family sport. LOL. No car crashes in racing?!! What was that sliding by me on its hood at the finish line the day before? Whoa. Thought it was an upside down car shooting flames. Guess not.
Have any of you read any of these books connected to NASCAR? How did they avoid any car crashes?
REMINDER: VIRTUALLY HIS ARC CONTEST
(see Feb 15 post)
****************
Shhhhhh. ::making inhuman moans::
There are gremlins in my head. And they are rolling around right behind the eyeballs.
I celebrated Mardi Gras and Chinese New Year at the Daytona 500. I think I overdid one festivity. Augghhrghghh. Not thinking, not thinking. ::emitting inhuman moans:: You know you're seriously hurting when scrolling the puter screen make your eyeballs scream.
That was ONE SERIOUS PAHTY by the track. I hadn't had so much fun in a while. Our seats were just across from the pitstop, ten rows up! So we saw everything, including the photo finish.
I wanted Mark Martin to win since my boy Jeff was not a contender and he was sooooo close but second by a fender "don't mean shit" in this business. Poor dude. I put his roof on, you know.
If I sound kinda out of it, it's because I'm really not feeling too good at this moment. ::delivering more inhuman sounds:: But hey, duty to the blog calleth, so I...or what is left of my brain cells...am reporting in.
I wish I have something pithy to say right now, like...umm....
1) Say, those cars sure zipped by incredibly fast!
2) Wow, I got to stop drinking. Are the wheels suppose to be on top of the car?
3) Funny why everyone around us is wearing hats and gloves and hugging on to blankets. It isn't THAT cold....
4) Awesome! Car on fire!
5) No fair! They get to drive fast and all I get is this stinky teeshirt.
MAY 07
