Bekahism: The Weekender

It's been a couple of days, and I am getting harrassed about it.

But the way I see it, who wants to read a blog about not having anything to blog about? (Say that five times fast!)

Day at the Drags is this weekend, and I am revved up (pun intended) and roarin' to go! Three quarters of my time spent there is taking pictures, but on the plus side I have the best seat in the house. I am at the wall, twenty feet away from these awe inspiring machines. It is always a blast!

Even though I had this horrible dream about my dad wrecking his truck. And the worst part is I woke up before I found out if he survived or not... Talk about a cliff hanger! I hope it wasn't one of my famous premonition dreams.

I can't believe that for the first time I have nothing to talk about! Me! Big mouth!

My daughter Bekah spent the night with her friend Brooke at grandmas house last weekend, and apparently they had a great time. So much fun that my mom informed me that Bekah wished Brooke lived with her AT grandmas. And now I know why she feels like that:

"Mom, can we go to the park?"

"Not tonight, hon. It looks like its going to rain."

"Aw, mom! Why not??"

"Because, I'm your mom and I'm mean sometimes."

Pause.

"Yeah."

Thanks, Bekah.