When it comes to favorite drivers, if I had to choose between Kyle Busch and Carl Edwards, I would choose Carl Edwards. If I wanted to sound juvenile, and someone asked me to put my favorite NASCAR drivers in favoritism order….it would be Tony Stewart, Carl Edwards, then Kyle Busch. And let me also say that my favoritism list does not go in the order of which NASCAR driver I would sleep with first, that’s a completely other list.

Now that I’m done being juvenile…how bout that Bristol race?

I personally did not watch the entire thing. My little cousin wanted me to take her to a Jonas Brothers concert. Yeah, I said Jonas Brothers. I did however, wear a old school Dale Jr. #8 Budweiser hat to the race because I didn’t feel like doing my hair, and I guarantee you…I was the only one wearing NASCAR gear in that sold our arena of screaming little girls.

By the time I got in my car to leave the concert, I turned on my Sirius Satellite Radio and the screen rolled across the top 5 finishers. Ugh!

Luckily for me, they played it again today…you know, for all the NASCAR fans that went to the Jonas Brothers concert, since I know there’s a lot of you out there!

So the recap for you Jonas Brothers fans (I hope you all know at this point, I’m totally joking!) Busch lead 415 consecutive lapsBristol Motor Speedway, the first laps were the first moments of the what is now Busch vs. Edwards rivalry as they were already bumping and pushing along the way. Then at the end, the same situation happened and Edwards got away with the win. After Edwards’ victory, he started to do his cool down lap and who comes out of nowhere and bumps his car…you guessed it…diaper baby Busch.

“It’s one of those deals where I couldn’t get by him, I couldn’t get by him, and I just had to ask myself, ‘Would he do that to me?’ ” Edwards said after doing his trademark backflip off the car in Victory Lane. “And he has before, so that’s the way it goes.”

I agree with Edwards, if Kyle Busch had the opportunity, he would have probably wrecked someone else for the win, plus someone needs to tell diaper baby Busch that it’s called RACING. I havn’t watched NASCAR long, but what I have seen from the old school style of racing…I like the rough and tumble style of racing, the type of racing that Edwards and Busch did Saturday night. It’s the type of entertainment NASCAR needs these days to keep people interested.

Denny Hamlin is the same way as Kyle Busch, when things do not turn out the way they want it to, their interviews end up being negative, like a “Oh we got second place, we should have got first…”

For the sake of sounding valley girl, LIKE OMG! YOU WON SECOND, YOU ARE A FRIGGIN’ MILLIONARE what’s the problem? Not to mention, the negativeness of a second place finish must lift the spirits of the crew members and the people that bust their butt for you and you are whining about a second place finish.

Watch Carl Edwards when he does interviews with media, if he’s wearing sunglasses, he does the respectful thing and pulls them up on his head when he talks to them. I’m a woman, and body language like that is very commendable.

Maybe it’s just my demeanor of being happy for what I have in life, and maybe that principal does not apply to NASCAR, but it just proves my point that I am a fan of Kyle Busch when he is in a race car, once he gets out of the race car and starts talking…he’s the douche bag I loved to hate last season.

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I’ve been in a little bit of a slump with writing. But for some reason, this weekend, I want to get back into it. My boyfriend’s daughter will not be over this weekend, and my boyfriend is out with the guys tonight. So why am I not doing anything exciting tonight…

Eh, well I’m hanging out with a few new friends. I found them at Wal-Mart along with a bunch of these little guys on clearance for $1.00 each:

So what if Dale Jr. does not drive #8 Budweiser car anymore, and the M&M’s hat was from when Elliot Sadler drove for them. Not to mention the Alltell Racing hat will be old once Newman goes to Stewart-Haas Racing. It’s OK! They were $1.00 and a big lifesaver when I’m having a bad hair day.

Like the one I am having today.

Lord, I need to get a life.

So I attempted to sign up with Bleacher Report last month to see if any of my articles were worthy.

I screwed up my account and the automatic feed picked up my last three posts from the past few days or so, including the Tony Stewart report leaving Joe Gibbs Racing early. Within less than a day, my article was featured on the main NASCAR topic page of Bleacher Report.

Please tell me why I got a comment (chewed out) from the moderator that the news story was already posted and that they were the ones that broke the news story first because they got the information from Stewart’s people.

Yeah, please tell me the part where I claimed to go to bed at night and wake up in them morning with Tony Stewart laying by my side and telling me everything that he is going to do for the day.

Don’t get me wrong, that would be nice, but I don’t claim to be a media expert, journalist or the first to break a news story. I write for fun and to be informative to the visitors that might not know what’s going on every second of the day, or just to be a smart-butt.

Needless to say, I think my Bleacher Report career days will be few and far between. It was interesting while it lasted. Go to NASCAR Blogger FT Digest, they don’t take my writings and opinions so seriously.

I have been in another writing slump. I think that last time I posted something; Tony Stewart just announced that he was leaving Joe Gibbs Racing to join the newly formed Stewart-Haas racing.

My thoughts: I will follow that man to China if he raced there. It just doesn’t matter. I definitely now understand the fan loyalty deal with fans and their driver, more specifically Dale Earnhardt Jr. fans. I have caught the driver/fan loyalty bug. Not that I didn’t have it before, but I think I was just too broke to home my skills effectively.

As if I haven’t been out of touch with the NASCAR realm for the past week, I was at the salon getting my nails done and decided on an orange polish, for good luck for you-know-who, (you will come to know I am a very superstitious person.) Then after the fact, I realized there was no race this weekend for the Sprint Cup guys. I’ll be lucky enough to remember when races are on this year.  Too bad I cannot paint reminders on my nails. The thought was there at least and I can save the luck for next week for Stewart to get a win.

Almost two weeks ago, I adopted a second ferret. For those new to my site, I bought a grey/black/white ferret from the pet shop last March and named it Smoke, after my favorite driver of course, but it was fitting for the color of her fur anyway (I’ve convinced myself of this lie already!)

Well this second ferret I adopted from an animal shelter. She is white with red eyes, already a full grown ferret vs. Smoke who is still a baby. Her original name was Tattoo, but I’ve renamed her because I think the whole fun and joy of owning an animal is to name it yourself, just like you name your children. In the nerdy spirit of naming my animals after race car drivers, the white ferret is named Rowdy.

Fans, meet Smoke and Rowdy. Very cute! *squee*

Ok, you can call me a nerd now. The new girl at work probably thinks that after she saw my ferrets in a photo as my desktop and asked what their names were and I had to explain it.

I’m going on vacation next week…I wish it was to a race, but that will have to wait until next year. I am going to catch up on news articles and get back into the real world before I completely lose my mind. I’ve been losing everything else all week…digital camera, iPod, bank card, etc. and just wanted to add a short personal touch to the website before I get back to business.

So I won’t be able to enjoy the Stewart/Zippy relationship anymore. You’ve crushed my hormonal fantasies. I’ll miss the “Zippy run for your life!” Toyota commercial.

I’ll have to pack away all my orange #20 gear, and dammit Tony you had to do all this changing after I am paying arms and legs on student loans and gas and will not be able to afford anything with whatever color/number you are going to be next year! I’m going to have to dig back into my teenage days when I was obsessed with pretty boy bands and make my own damn hat! I looked damn good in my #20 hat too! Ugh!

Hopefully your colors will be black/red since you will be sponsored by Old Spice. I was just starting to look good in orange/black, but red is good. Too bad it’s not Budweiser, you look like a Budweiser guy more than Kasey Kahne does, plus Bud tastes better than Old Spice.

While your at it, why don’t you come over and peel the damn #20 sticker off my car!

Damn you!

Ok, I love you! I was just kidding! Move away with me and Carl Edwards to India and we can all get married and have many many kids, you can even name one of them “Zippy”

Love,

Race Kitten

As you can tell, I am bored. I will post a more intricate, professional article on the Stewart happenings from the press conference.  I did get to watch it live while I was at work, filing papers away and other stuff I was pretending to do to make people think I was working. Yeah, I get paid to listen to Tony Stewart press conferences, don’t be jealous.

This has been my first time to sit down and relax in a few weeks! My not-so little cousin graduated from high school and then I found myself behind the DJ booth for his graduation party two weeks later, in between that was major house remodeling and laundry up to my ears. I missed a few races, which was a little disapointing, but I didn’t want to look like the bad family member skipping family functions to watch a race. Not to mention, the urge to write was just not burning in my bosom.

I’m back to blogging full-force and to scatter away from NASCAR hum-dum drama which I like to drum up once in a while, I decided to blog about something a little more light-hearted.

COOKIES!

So now the all important question, what does NASCAR have to do with this blog and cookies?

This is why!

Double Stuf Oreo’s is featuring the Roush-Fenway driver numbers on those yummy, dunkable, addicting cookies, (trust me, the boyfriend and I finished a package in one night!)

I think I reverted back to my childhood when I started eating these cookies. I pulled out a #17 cookie first (my boyfriend’s favorite driver) and shoved it in his face,

“Ha, I got Kenseth”

Then he pulled out the #99 next, “I’m eating Carl!”

“No, that’s my job!” Of course, my mind seldomly gets caught in the gutter, and that was probably the wrong thing to say in front of your boyfriend, but I figured after 4 years of domestic bliss, he knew I was fooling around.

I decided to eat one of each cookie design in the package before forcing myself to stop.

Now I must spend tomorrow evening biking/exercising off every bit of cookie calorie I delightfully consumed that night. At least I was dunking them in Fat Free Milk.

Tony Stewart’s Annual Event “Prelude To The Dream” takes place at Eldora Speedway, the dirt track owned by Stewart himself. It is a charity event, supporting Victory Junction Gang.

Please bear in mind the fact that I live in Ohio, and did not get to go to Rossburg, Ohio to see the “Prelude To The Dream” Race that aired on Pay-Per-View yesterday, so if I randomly end up to burst words of hate towards my ex-friend for bailing out on the Rossburg trip, you will understand my bitterness. Can’t depend on ex-friends now-a-days I guess. (I’m stupid!)

Now I just live with the hope that maybe Tony Stewart will come along and chisel the ice off of my heart and tell me how much he insist’s on me attending the race next year.

Ok you know I joke right? Believe me, if I have to take the drive there by myself, I will be there with bells next year. I’m hoping I just find my new soulmate of a friend by next year that loves NASCAR just as much as I do and I can drag them to every single race that I can financially get too. I’m currently taking applications! Anyone…..anyone?

Tony Stewart won his own charity race event and how else do you think Tony would have celebrated it?

Ok now, I am really going to kill someone because the seats I gave away were five rows in front of that man! My….favorite……ok, I must go either cry and/or find a punching bag.