Truth Is: I read something that suggested meditating on feelings as a way to de-stress. WTH? Feelings are the things that send us into orbit! How the frig can that calm me down? See, a little irked right now…
Truth Is: Dale Jr. ripped it up in the Duels today, finishing second.
Truth Is: Dale Jr. ripped it up in the Budweiser Shootout, but was unfortunately collected in a foolish wreck. And, I gotta say, I think Jeff Gordon’s a great driver and all, but he seems to get a little wobbly-kneed when Dale pushes him. During the shootout, radio communication reports said that Jeff asked Dale to back off. Thing is, when Dale was pushing him, they were up front. If the Yoda of restrictor plate racing was on my rear end, I’d let him Jedi my butt all the way around the track, no questions. If there was ever someone to trust, it’s him.
Truth Is: Very happy that the two-car tandem stuff seems to have diminished at Daytona. Give me pack racing any day.
Truth Is: Dad. Sigh. Yeah, he apparently decided to “lightly drizzle” queso (cheese/salsa) on tater tots.
My response to Dad: “E. R. I. C. U. Do those letters ring a really loud bell, by chance?”
Dad, totally playing coy: “Huh, can’t say they do at the moment.”
Truth Is: I love my Mavs. Just had to say that. They fight so hard.
Truth Is: Harry Potter better bring home an Academy Award this Sunday. It will be a travesty in the film world if this series doesn’t have an Oscar to its name.
Truth Is: Moisturizer update! The smell—same. The result—vast improvement already. I’m shocked. Obviously, I’ll need to give it more time, but the drastic difference in my skin has me cautiously optimistic that this stuff will abolish the dryness entirely.
Truth Is: AMC is showing Sleepless in Seattle later today. I should have added it to my top five movies. Anything Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan, I adore, and this is one of my favorites. Cry every single time. I know, I'm a romantic dweeb. I accept this.