Whale I reckun I shuld be fixun my man some possum, but since I am an educated woman of the twenty- first century I'll create a new blog instead.  I guess it could be assessed from the few garnered comments from my first blog that some do not consider me an equal on the NASCAR Fan rating.  It would appear as though my first blog created some sort of anger in danerno1.  While I am sorry to see such a feeble excuse for an English professor angered, I do not regret anything that was typed in my first blog. 

In case some of you were confused by the dramatics...my blog was meant to be more of story.  I was trying to give the reader a sense of how I felt when I first truly became a fan of NASCAR  I wanted the reader to understand the pure rush of adrenaline that I felt.  I wanted the reader to gain a sense of what it felt like for me to finally begin to understand NASCAR as a sport, a real sport.  I don't recall stating anywhere in my blog that I was an English major, nor do I recall stating anything about "just being with my man".  Yes, I said that I would sit and watch the race only because of my now husband.  Love is thinking the best and doing the best for someone else even to the point of self-sacrifice.  So, yes to make said man happy, I watched racing with him even though it "pained" me to do so.  And though sacrifice is a strong word, perhaps those who were offended by my doing so, have never had anyone love them enough to sacrifice for them. 

I can't honestly say that I give a giant, hairy rat's arse what people think of me or my blogs.  Freedom of speech...remember???? Besides, the great thing about blogs is that NO ONE can make you read them.  If you don't like it, simply click off the page. But maybe that is too sensible for some people.