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A Completely Random Post of Awesomeness

Sorry for the spotty posting lately. Last week my parents were in town to help out with the new house; a highlight of all the work they did will be coming this week! Today, however, you are treated to one of the most random posts Nerdy April has ever conjured up.

Weekend in pictures:

I haven't mentioned much about the BF's Baja car project at school. Basically, it is a suped-up go-kart that can go over fairly large obstacles and traverse deep-ish waters. Also, it is sortof a black hole of the BF's time. So, here is a picture of the man with his Baja car frame!



While the BF was having fun Baja-ing on Saturday, the wiener dog and I did chores, laundry, etc. Although, I realized I was doing most of the work when I found her like this:



And finally, after a long Saturday night of Rock Band, Baja Boys and Beer, we decided to hit up Cracker Barrel for breakfast. And, well, we got bored while waiting = the BF tried on a singing, wiggling turkey hat:


Now if that ain't redneck sexy, then I don't know what is!

In other news, this coming Sunday is the local JDRF walk. Which means, yours truly will be walking her butt off for Juvenile Diabetes. If you feel so inclined to donate, please follow the link, which will take you to my donation page.
Also, in preparation for my big walk, I think it would be fun for readers to submit a little tidbit about how Diabetes has affected their lives whether through a family member, friend, or themselves ;-) I want to be extra motivated for my big walk and would love to publish some (or all) of your tidbits on my blog this week. Email me at NerdyApril@gmail.com

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  1. Gosh! I need to do a walk. I think that'll be one of my New Year's resolutions. Maybe I'll join you next year. =)

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