So, guess it's about time to let everyone know. Dum's dad was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer in his lungs, kidneys, lymph nodes, ribs, spine, pelvis and femur. There's no treatment, they're just doing what they can to make him comfortable. I was waiting for Dum to say something, but I just don't think he's comfortable with it yet.

And out of such a terrible thing to happen, comes something lovely. Since it's very important to Dum for Pop to see us get married, and it's not really possible to get legally hitched right now, we're planning a very small civil ceremony for the end of this month. Pop will be walking me down the aisle (if he's still able to stand), a friend of ours will be preforming the ceremony. There might be 12 people there, total. Dum's sister found these, and asked if she could buy them for us. I thought they're pretty damn cool, so said OK.



So that's the bad news and the good news. Figured I'd let ya'll know.

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein

Seriously, who ever would have thought someone could come to an "amateur nude community" to vent and get comfort during trying times? NN is truthfully my go-to place for friends and a place where I feel able to be myself. I can show up in a terrible mood, depressed, sad or just indifferent.. and within an hour or less, heave a sigh of contentment.

Thank you all for being exactly who you are, and for letting me be exactly who I am. I honestly do love you all. Xoxoxo

Call it Post-Vacation Blahs, Call it Post-Trackday weekend blahs, call it whatever you want. I call it shitty.

Nothing spectacular's been going on the past two days. Returned to work at the bakery, and realized how burnt out on it I am. I don't know if it's because of the funk I'm in, but there's precious little that makes me smile lately.

Eh... better blog soon, hopefully. xoxox

Track day went well, only one of our boys fell down, and he wasn't hurt. Two of our boys placed in the Sportsman race, one in Amateur, the other in Expert.

Thanks to all the sweating from Disney and the Track weekend, I hopped on the scale this morning and found out I've lost 10 lbs!! *happydance*

my phone wasn't a piece of shit. I have like.. 200 pics I wanted to upload here to show ya'll bits and pieces of my first leg of the trip.

Sadly, it'll be a lil bit longer. Ma mom...bless her heart, has decided she wants a new iPhone, so will be sending me her brand new droid razor. YAY MEEEEEEEE!!!!

Dum dropped me off at the wrong terminal at the airport, and I hadda hop a transport to get to mine. Ah well...Never say that I'm the one to say "I told ya so"....*ahem*

Get there, check in, go throu security with 2 hours before my flight...guess what? Lambert don't have smoking stations anymore. Gah.

Fly into PCB and get greeted by my beautiful sister, as well as her best friend. Drive the hour home and have a fantastic messican dinner with the two of them and Mom n Daddoo. I took pics, but Digoree made me the most fantastic cake!! I'm sad I couldn't eat any of it, but she understands.

Anyway, we're 1/2 way to Disney now.. just wanted to check in and let ya'll know I'm having a great time, even if this campsite don't sell beer =/

of my very sexy racerdummy... this is just one pic... i figured i'd share special for a very very special person on here..

THANK YOU!!!

So, I noticed this at the bakery today...

...............if any of you are looking for them, last shelf on the left, top shelf =P

Thanks everyone for the kind words, and the pride I ya'll.

To update my previous blog:

No, I didn't flash anyone. Dummy wasn't racing...just riding on the track, and besides, even if he were racing, I wouldn't risk someone falling off their bike just for a cheesy trophy. =P

Rider Update: The boy who fell down in turn 5 and had such serious injuries is mending well. He's still in ICU, and having issues of breathing on his own, which I expect would happen with a punctured lung. Sunday, he actually was on the phone and talking with the race director. He's expected to make a full recovery, in time. Until then, we're organizing a BBQ and car wash and other types of activities to raise money for his medical care and to help his family with bills and such. The poor man ran his own business, so now he's out of commission, bills and such are a worry. (Now ya'll see why I'm so worried when Dum get's on the track)

Anyway, that's all the updates we have. I'm flying to Florida in a week to spend time with my family, and had to cut my vacation short a day, as I'd forgotten the next track day is the 16th. So instead of flying back on the 16th and getting there around 6pm, I'll be flying back on the early morning of the 15th. There's no way I can miss a single day of Dum being on the track.

And the track weekend is OVER! Holy crap what an emotional roller coaster! I knew I'd be nervous when Dum was on the track, as well as other friends of ours that came out.. but I didn't think I was prepared to be nervous for ALL the riders. Call it my maternal instincts.. but damn! I got placed on turn 6 the first day, and literally in the FIRST session of the day, I had to witness the most tragic thing I've ever seen in my life. A rider fell down in turn 5, hearing the noise of the initial crash, I turned, and had to watch as he rag dolled down the pavement until he came to a rest in the grass. He popped right back up, took a step, convulsed, and fell down again. They had to bring in the ambulance, and we stopped the session. I've found out he's in ICU with bleeding and swelling on the brain, punctured lung, broken ribs, and an assortment of broken bones. It was horrible. So you KNOW when Dum came out I was a MESS!

He was teaching the riders clinic, as ya'll know. So him and the students came out with the Intermediate session. I didn't breath for 15 minutes... All I watched for was his bright yellow helmet coming out of turn 4 into 5, where I followed him visually throu my turn, and down to 7.. every time. The second session, he scared the shit out of me. I didn't see him come around turn 4 in a loooOOOoong time.. then I heard over the radio that there was a rider down... My heart stopped. I couldn't stand, so I kinda fell to the grass. My partner knew I was nervous, so he asked them the number of the bike that fell. It wasn't Dummy. He'd pulled off into the pits after the last time I saw him, as he was getting overheated. But seriously, for 2 minute my world stopped. There were over 7 crashes that day.

I somehow made it throu the first day, and seriously did NOT think I could do it again on Sunday. But we all hung out after all the sessions were done, drinking and sharing war stories, meeting new people and catching up with the old friends Dum hasn't seen in ages. I had several conversations with people who understood my nervousness. I was told that generally the track NEVER sees that many incidents. I understood that it was a choice every rider made, knowing the possible concenquences. At the meeting afterwards for all the safety crew, I told the race director I'd only come back on Sunday if he could promise me Dum wouldn't fall down. So he said he'd take Dum's keys. lol

So Sunday, I decided I'd rather have radio contact with all the corners, and control rather than be in the stands and have no idea what's going on. Turns out... there were only EIGHT workers on Sunday....we had 14 on Saturday. I was scared shitless. That meant I'd have to work a turn ALL BY MY DAMN SELF! I'd only done it the day before! I wasn't sure about which flag was sposta be flown when, and I KNEW I couldn't pick up a bike if one fell in my corner on the track. Hell, I couldn't lift the industrial sized fire extinguisher! I wanted to back out SO BAD...but if I did, there would be NO sessions... If the corners aren't covered, the boys can't ride. So I put my big girl panties on, and made sure I let Dum and all my boys know what turn I was working in (2) and I'd kick the living shit outta their asses if anyone fell down in MY turn. Wouldn't you know it? Third session of the day, a boy fell down and slid right into my corner. I got on the radio, informed turn 1 to fly his stationary yellow flag, informed control we had a rider down in turn 2, started waiving my yellow flag to let the riders on the track know there was in incident in my turn and passing was not allowed and made the appropriate hand gestures to the rider to find out if he needed medical assistance....all in about.... 35 seconds. He was up and walking back towards me (Thank the GAWDS!) So I informed control he was OK, and requested a crash truck at the end of the session. Got the boy (literally, he was all of 1 under my tent, set down in my seat, and gave him some Gatoraide. Crash truck came after the session and took the bike and rider back to his pit. Whew. After that...I was much better. I was even able to breath when Dum was on the track. After lunch, control let me know they'd had a late volunteer to help out, and they were putting him with me. Oh THANK YOU!!! It was so much better after that. He was a cool guy, an older racer and we passed the time chit-chatting, telling stories and making fun of some of the riders (oh hush, I'm sure everyone does that).

Dummy really impressed me. He was smooth on the track, kept super clean lines, and by the end of the weekend, had knocked most of the cobwebs off his brain, and was actually running pretty fast. Other than the traumatic crash on Saturday, it really was a fantastic weekend. I'm glad I went and I'm looking forward to the other three weekends that are left.