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It’s not quite 17,500 mph boys…

That’s right, in fact it was only about 113.759mph; 2.3 miles in 72 seconds….around a road course. Yup, the Indy Grand Prix of Alabama was pretty sweet.

Here is where Chris and I decided to hang out, just out of the pits in turn 2. We had a few friends!


Oh ya, and we decided to consume some adult beverages...don't judge me...it was hot, there were a bunch of rednecks...and I live in Alabama now!

Here's the cars...and the big screen right in front of us so we could keep up with the running order!


We had to take a picture by the A.J. Foyt racing pit...after all, if I was a boy my name would have been Anthony Joseph. Yes, my dad is obsessed with A.J. Love you dad :-)

And for those of you that need your Danica fix...here she is being introduced during the driver line-up.

Here's Chris and I...dad says the guy under the blue cover on the right is A.J. ...little did I know.

We decided to watch the end of the race from the opposite side of the track...you can see the pits in the background. It ended up being the perfect spot to watch the final laps...

If you look closely on the fence is Helio Castroneves...after he won!


In other news, most of you probably know by now that I rescued a Mini Dachshund last Friday. And before ya’ll start freaking out…just think about living by yourself…I mean COMPLETELY by yourself, no roommates, parents, friends, siblings, boyfriends/girlfriends, random hobos or ANYONE. So, you’re probably realizing that it really sucks! Hence my adoption of Izzy! She is 1 year old, brownish red, with a sweet disposition. And sometimes she is pitiful…like when she can’t even jump up on the couch because she is so short. Oh well…I am absolutely in love with her!

Come back on Friday for a long overdue Friday Top Five!!!

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  1. Your parents told us about Izzy and my kids are so jealous!!! They want a puppy so bad, but I am not quite there yet...

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  2. AJ RUUUUULLLLLEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

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  3. Looks lije the Wiener Dog Nationals this year with a number 14 racing machine.

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