go danika

I have a bit of a habit for speeding, thus, my husband has started calling me danicka (after danika patrick the racer). I got stopped for speeding through town last Friday (the cops were bored and I was going a few miles over... literally a few miles over), and my husband hasn't let me live it down. I didn't get a ticket, so he thought it was funny.

So today, I was late getting to work, and was hurrying a bit.... well, okay speeding. I passed a car full of guys, and they thought I wanted to race them, so they raced me for several miles, and when they passed they would wave and try to act cool and then all gawk at me. Hmmmm... I'm almost 30, am married and have a kid, and a car full of guys are flirting with me. Nice to know that apparently, I still "got it", even though I can't flirt back.

Maybe, even though I still have the baby belly, I'm still a hot mama. :P Move over Danika -- apparently, I have a little babe factor left -- and I definately have a lead foot; maybe I should try some racing myself.

All I need is a few sponsors and ... oh, wait... a car would help. We HAVE a car, but its on the verge of a serious breakdown. Nick is trying to hold off on doing anything with it until his father gets here (in May), but I think I might be stuck on the side of the road very soon, the way its acting. Guess we'll find out. Hey, it will give me something to post about, anyway.

Ciao