My baby, My beauty

thTCW7X2K2Many people do not know this about me but for sport, I enjoy racing cars. Yes, I am a speed race as it may. I got started when I was young, my older would race his supped up Chevy’s, on the old high schools track and field track. He and a few of ahis friends. Because our parents both worked, I more often than not accompany him. Rather he wanted me to or not. My parents always left me in the care of my older brother.

How happy I was to go with him, he just does not know how much I have cherished these moments from my childhood. When I think back to my childhood, I immediately remember those races. It was amazing.

When I was old enough I started keeping my own flock of Chevy’s and Buicks. Although I had to change my location of racing. Since my brother was racing and to my own racing adventures those old high school track and field track have since then been turn into a supermarket. However, that did not slow done the racers. Since I was sixteen I have been racing behind the Walmart super store. There is a large empty parking lot from the strip mall that use to be there before Walmart came and scared them away. So much for the old mom and pop stores.

On the other hand, we take to the old country road. Long and straight perfect for drag races. These are wonderful in particular at night when they are not really in use, and the police do not really bother to police. Mostly because I think, they have funny jurisdiction and only state police officers can really do anything about it. They have their hand full with real crime, I guess. Anyway, I love it.

I have not slowed down since. Right now, I have five cars. Two I use for everyday use and the other three are my racing cars. I must say they are fast and beautiful. Totally custom, super supped up and ready to boogie.

My first car I ever bought and my first love, is my nineteen eighty-one Chevy Malibu. I bought at from a neighbor when I was fifteen for hundred dollars. It was missing a windshield, battery, the motor was in a barn behind the house, no seats except the driver seat but that did not have a seatbelt. I mean it was a real Junker.

However, for a struggling fifteen year old it was a steal. That and the fact that I am a mechanical whiz and my father and uncle have a mechanic shop. In addition, my older brother promised to help me rebuild it.

In six months we had rebuild the motor, cam, replaced the windshield, installed seats with seatbelts that actual work, we really just did complete makeover on the vehicle. Had it painted a beautiful mauve color with a matching interior? That car was and still is a beauty.

Over the years, I have added turbo nitro, dual exhaust, a new cam and headers, racing peril lies tires.   Now this thing is fast. In addition, I am still not done. It seems that as long as I keep living that car keeps changing. With technology and people creating new things to make care faster, lighter, and dare I say prettier I cannot help but keep it upgraded.

The only thing that I have not changed over the years is the color, what can I say it is a lovely color completely unique to me. When people see my car they who it belongs to, there is no question.

While enjoying my paper

thPJCDGJG2As I sat there underneath the sun of the early morning light, reading my newspaper and listening to nature waking up and starting its day. Just sitting there enjoying the simplicity of the moment, moments like these are best spent rendering and basking in tis beauty. Lovely as the day is long. The night before it had rain, making that early summer morning glistening and refreshing. It was simply perfect; everyone was still asleep so that all was quiet nothing to disturb this moment. It is amazing how incredibly pure life can be when everything is settled and left undisturbed.

As I was enjoying my early morning paper, I heard the most unbelievable noise. Something like out of a movie or something. I could ton believe that I heard such a thing. It was incredible. As I jump to rush outside to see what had was going on, I hear in the background my house awakening as well. Surely, this pose to be the most uncommon and unusual alarm clock.

Quickly I make it outside and survey the area for damages made. I noticed that the tree in front of my house have fallen. Yes, it has fallen onto my garage. With our cars parked in side of it.   Aww the damage they host have succumb to. Now I have to call my insurance company and see what I am to do next.

It is incredible how quickly life can change, in one moment everything is peaceful and clear the next it is covered in a tree and its trash.

That tree has done great damage. It has caved in the roof and lain across the top of both cars that has been parked in it. Both damaged beyond repair, I am sure of it looking at what it has left behind. There is glass all over the place and pieces of wood, broken shingles, and splinters.

I call my insurance company to see what I need to do to make a claim and what o call to have the tree removed. My insurance requested that I take pictures and submit them for a claim to be made. Later that day an agent will be sent out to evaluate our situation. Then she proceeded to recommend Wichita Tree Serviceto handle the removal of the tree. She said they are the best in the area and they always suggest them to people in need of reliable tree service.

That is exactly what I did. I took pictures call Wichita Tree Service and returned to make breakfast for my family. I am extremely grateful that the tree missed our house and landed on the garage instead and that no one was inside of it at the time. I think we all deserve a delicious breakfast and a day off.

Later on I am expecting to have everything taken care of, nice and neat. Then we can get started on rebuilding and purchasing new vehicles. Until then there is not much that I can do, except wait and see what is to become of my situation and me.

Take it Easy

th0GCMEOGCThere is nothing wrong with treated oneself. Why deprived yourself from something as great as some sort of personal pleasure?   I work had for all that I have, as the saying goes work hard, play hard. That is what I intend. What I do. Whenever I feel a bit melancholy, I like to do something to brighten up my day. A treat for myself. Something out of the ordinary. It ranges of course but always something fun, frivolous, and carefree. Whatever to make the day feel special and my heart light.

One thing that I enjoy to do on such a day is what most of us like to do, no matter if you are man or woman. Is to go shopping. Something it is for clothes, other times something for my house, one time I bought a paintball gun and joined a paintball tournament. It was so much fun and such a great stress reliever. It is always nice to treat yourself to a little something every occasionally. Granted I am unable to do this all the time but when I am it is such a pleasure.

Another thing I like to do when I am feeling a bit blue. Is some type of physical activity? This is especially true when I am low on funds but still in need of a pick me up. Sometimes I like to take long walks other times I enjoy a nice swim. On the other hand, join a pickup game of basketball. Exercise have been known to give those that chose to do it great endorphins, those feel good feelings that once feels naturally. Something that we all seek. Whatever the case, it works. If not I lose, a little bit of weight and that is always a good thing, right?

This last one is something I save for those days when I am really overwhelm and in need. This is when I am particularly low or just overwhelm and stress at trying to build an empire and such. A wonderful day of pampering and bliss and day filled of deep soak, deep tissue massages, hot stones, and detox mud baths. That is what everyone a delectable spa day.

I go to my favorite day spa, I turn my phone off, I don’t even let anyone know where I am just in case they try to hunt me down. The only person that knows which spa I go to and where I am on one of these days of pamper is my mother. She knows how hard I work and how much I need this time to myself. She never would dream of bothering me, if it is something important than she knows how to reach me otherwise I am off to the world.

Everyone is in need of a little bit of comfort and pampering. No matter who the person is, it is wonderful. Whenever a person feels overwhelm and unable to progress through the hardships that this life sometimes beholds. We must take a step back, relax, and then plan our next move. There no need to rush or to succumb to weakness. Over my years, this is something that has always proven true to my life and me.