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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
My Racing Ties....
So, a lot of you that follow me on Twitter may notice that I go nuts over racing. That's because I live it. I grew up in it.
I've always wanted to work in racing for a NASCAR team, but I'm not book-smart, so there's no way anyone would give me the chance. My boyfriend works in the Fab. shop for Braun racing, and he pits for USAR, ARCA, and Nationwide teams when needed changing rear tires. He's been told he belongs on a Cup team by many people. He's that good. So our lives revolve around racing because of all of this even more so now than ever. But enough about him.
My roots in racing run deep. I went to my first race when my mom was 6 months pregnant with me. My dad won that race.
My dad raced since he was 12 and lied about his age. Started doing drag racing in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, until he moved up to late models, dominating at Rockford Speedway, Madison International Speedway, Lake Geneva Raceway, and the famous Slinger Superspeedway.
He was the oldest of 4 children, and dyslexic, so he wasn't good at school, and dropped out in 6th grade to work on cars for neighbors for extra money out of his dad's garage and to watch his siblings.
He continued to race on the side of his other responsibilities when he got the chance. He couldn't tour with the ASA series, but he raced with them when they came in his neck of the woods. And he'd win. A lot. So much, that his buddy Dick Trickle made up shirts that he and Rusty, Mark, Allen, and the others would wear when they came around that read "Who the F*** is Evert DeWitt?!" because no one knew this kid who kept taking their wins away from them.
He started his Auto Repair business in the mid 80's, and also had a daughter (me) so he was a busy man, but he kept racing locally. I loved seeing my daddy race, he was my hero.
He quit for about 6 years in 1993 to build up his new storage unit business, and vacation home in the Northwoods of Wisconsin with his family, but I wouldn't quit pestering him to get back into racing. It wasn't until I was older did I learn that my dad was kind of forced out of racing by the owner of the series he raced in.
Turns out, because he had so much experience, and because he won a lot, the owner (who raced himself in the series) knew they were losing money when said owner didn't win, and my dad did. So they would find really stupid reasons to penalize him (i.e. -2 laps for parking crooked in the pits. there were no pit stalls, and this was nowhere in the rule book.). It got to the point where it was no fun for my dad to race, because they were so bad to him.
He finally got back in an Enduro car in 1999, and won the first time out. He had let me help on little things on getting the car ready and I loved it. Victory lane was never so sweet at Lake Geneva Raceway.
He raced twice in 2000, winning once, and I begged him to race in 2001 more. The death of the late great Dale Earnhardt really killed him, and he had no desire to get back into it, or even watch a race again.
The Enduro race season didn't start until Memorial Day, so I begged and begged. He said if I could put it all together (team, sponsors ect...) he'd race the season opening race. I was 14 and worked my tail off.
I had just been diagnosed as dyslexic, like my father, and went to school to classes customized just for me at this point. It was one on one, for 4 hours a day, so I had plenty of time to work with local businesses to get sponsorship.
My dad also is very well-known around Southern Wisconsin, and has a lot of friends, so it wasn't hard to find anyone who wanted to be a part of his legendary racing career.
The first race of the season rolled around, and we won it.
Then I sat the crew and driver down and we had a serious talk that next evening. By winning, we were leading the points. We had a great start to the season, and I thought we had a shot at making this championship happen. Dad again said, if I could line up sponsorship, we'd go for it.
WIth NAPA, American Credit Union, and Drake Construction on board, we went racing. We had a great season, ended up finishing 2nd in the championship (lost it by 17 points due to losing an oil line, our only DNF for the season at State Park Speedway in Wausau, Wisconsin).
We had so much fun, and did so well, we decided to come back for the 2002 season, and came out of the box strong, winning 2 of the first 4 races. We were leading points and it looked like we were going for the championship again, so the owner started working with another driver to make sure my dad didn't win. Dirty driving was this guy's specialty anyway, so he was cool with it.
He took two wins from us that year, but we were still going ok, being 6th in points. With 5 races to go. Then, Dells Motor Speedway in the Wisconsin Dells came around.
We had a large group of fans with us for that race, family that lived in the area that have never been to a race before, and were very excited.
We had brought a new car that had only been raced once, and my dad, Evert, was not happy with it. It was a rough start, falling a lap down at the small track, but about 50 laps in, the leader (series owner) spun coming off of turn 2, and my dad flew right by. Everyone in our group stood and cheered, knowing Evert had gotten his lap back.
Then the drama happened. The series' owner's wife, who is one of the worst people I've ever met, was an official, and she came running over, and hopped over the bleachers and got right in the face of my dad's aunt and yelled at her for cheering. I thought she was kidding, so I just smiled at my Great-aunt letting her know this official was kidding. Then said official, let's call her Ann (name changed for personal reasons), turned and saw me. She hated me, and we'd gotten into it a few times in the past, so she began tearing into me, saying that cheering when her husband spun was unsportsmanlike conduct and I should know better and she could have my dad thrown out for 3 races if it happened again.
I then tried to calm her down, and told her they weren't cheering 'cause her husband spun (though I was) they were cheering 'cause Evert had gotten his lap back, but she wouldn't listen and continued to go off on me.
At the end of the race, we ended up 4th, and when my dad found out what she had done, he went to the series owner and exploded. See, my dad is a little guy, but he's scary as hell when his temper comes out, and he almost got kicked out of the track for going off like he did.
Our team had lots of fans, and at the time, I was beginning to battle a very serious sickness, so I had a website for our team, and blogged about the happenings (since at times I was to sick to work on the car, I was also down to about a day of schooling a week), and when I blogged about what happened that day, our fans were outraged and refused to come to a race 'til we were back again.
The series owner knew how much money we brought to the series, so he e-mailed me with his apology and told me his wife was suspended for the next 3 races, and we would have free entry for our whole team at any one race we chose to attend.
I told my dad and team, but my dad was still so angry. He decided he refused to get in the car for those 3 races that we were threatened to be kicked out of, and let the series see how much they needed the money our fans, sponsors and team brought.
I was VERY unhappy with this, but our sponsors were in agreeance with it, so there was nothing I could do but be depressed about it and watch us fall in the points.
We came back 3 races later and were greeted with handshakes, apologies, and were very welcomed. We also began our 2nd race team that race with my father's brother driving.
We ended up 25th in points. Eww.
2003 was the dream season. Our 2nd team went full-time, going for Rookie of the Year honors. We had a new sponser, a very well-known popular country music radio station, 99.9 WJVL, and we started dabbling in a 3rd race team, my dad's 2nd cousin, Matt, in the #228.
We had multiple wins and the lowest Evert dropped in points was 4th, leading the points more than half the year. Our rookie team was quickly coming up the points standings, doing amazing for a rookie Enduro team.
The #28 of Evert DeWitt won the Championship on October 18th, 2003, on Lap 202 of 250. We won it by 51points over the runner up, who happened to be our rookie team, #128, who also took Rookie of the Year honors. Our crew-chief won the Crew chief of the Year award, our scorer for the #28 won Scorer of the Year, and I won Car Owner of the Year. Let's just say the awards banquet in Milwaukee, Wisconsin was a very sweet one that January.. Not bad for a a team ran by a girl who turned 16 December of 2003. :)
Then 2004 rolled around, and we did a race in Kalamazoo, Michigan in April, using it for a test for the upcoming season, and had to replace the motor at 7pm the night before (worked 'til 2:30am, left for the track at 6am), due to the exhaust overheating to an extreme degree, so we didn't have all the power that first engine had had, so we ended up 8th.
My illness started getting really serious, and I was working on what I could, but having a colon polyp removed with cancerous cells took me away from working on the car as much as I had used to for a little while. But I was still at every race!
We were doing really well on track, with again 2 wins in the first 5 races, and we were leading points looking to repeat our championship win.
The July 4th weekend, we raced at Grundy County Speedway in Grundy County Illinois. We were always good at that track, but a flat that night kept us a little further back in the pack than we would've liked. On the last lap, we were 3rd coming off of 4 when we were spun into the wall. Evert quickly shifter dears and got the car across the line, holding onto his 3rd position. We didn't see who had done it, but didn't think much of it.
My parents and I went to Chicago for the NASCAR weekend that next weekend (which was an off weekend for us) to celebrate my becoming healthy (yay!), and had a great time. But, when we got back, it was time to get ready for our worst track on the schedule. State Park Speedway, Wausau, Wisconsin.
Our guys worked hard to repair the damage from the Grundy race, and we had it ready in time to go up north.
Whenever we raced in Wausau, we made a weekend out of it for our crew. being an hour south of our Northwoods cabin, we had the crew and their families up for a fun weekend before the race. That day was hot, and it's such a small paperclip track, where turn 3 gets very narrow suddenly, it's just an aggressive track. No one was excited for this race. Little did we know how bad of a day this was going to be.
We started mid-pack (our series didn't have qualifying, it was first-come-first-serve starting spot) and Evert quickly made his way up to 4th. Then it happened. 17 laps into it, a car was on the inside of Evert going into 3, and he drove his car straight into the left front tire, and slammed the car into the outside wall. My dad's care was toast. He was trying to get the tow truck to push it into the pits, but the driver of the jam truck was told not to, and to leave the car on the track.
(It's a series rule to leave the car on the track if the driver can't drive it off the track, but he could've with help, which was aloud in the rules. Remember, they hate my dad...)
So, my dad stalked to the infield pits, and began yelling at officials to get his car off the track. Evert knew he was done for the day, but he didn't want the car to get hurt anymore than it already was. It's like he knew what was coming. The first lap back to green, the driver who'd put him in the wall, drilled the car again, almost going through the rear window, totaling the rear end. My dad was so angry, this was obviously intentional, my dad wanted to throw a tire iron through the guy's windshield, and I was irate yelling at the officials about this dirty driving. But, as the owner of the team, I had to take care of business, and that meant getting my driver out of there before he did something really bad.
We got him in the family car and we left, and I left instructions for them to get a hold of me if anything happend, or they needed anything. We were back at the cabin in time to see the end of the NASCAR Truck race and all four of it's green, white, checkered finishes.
I got a call from the crewcheif, later, saying that 153 laps into the race, the same guy did the same thing to my other team. I knew this guy was out for blood, but it was someone we didn't know, a nobody, so we needed to find out why. I put my detective hat on and went to work. As soon as we got home from the cabin.
I finally say my cars for the first time up close Monday with all their damage. Saying I was in SHOCK was an understatement. The roll cage of the #28 broke. The damage was half an inch from destroying the gas tank. There was no left-rear quarter-pannel. The damage on the #128 was more internal but both cars were destroyed and would take more time to repair than we had before the next week's race.
Both of my drivers had bruises from their 5-point harnesses, and were very sore all over to the point where they could barley move. Something had to be done.
I contacted the series owner about this person, and included the pictures of the damage he'd caused to our cars, but he was very un-sympathetic. We talked to the only official who was honest with us, and he informed me on the reason my cars were destroyed and my drivers were hurting.
Turns out since it was looking like we were going to repeat in the championship, and we kept taking all of the series' money from the owner (they saved money when he won...) so the owner found a frustrated rookie who no one knew, and paid him off to wreck my cars and injure my drivers, so we'd be forced to miss at least one race, which would definitely take us out of the championship race. The guy had tried in Grundy, but never got a clear shot, so he'd been the one to spin us that week before.... I had a decision to make.
My dad didn't want to race anymore if this was going to be the case. He told me he wanted to, but we couldn't keep wrecking this bad every week, if that was their plan to continue going after us. So, we sat the crew down, and thanked them for all their time and hard work, but we were pulling the plug on the race teams. I couldn't put my drivers in danger. The sponsors were very sympathetic and understanding, and we covered the cars one last time, and put them back in the weeds at the shop, where they stayed until they were sold in 2005.
After we quit racing, I started running my father's storage unit business and worked in his Auto Repair as a Secretary and Auto Tech Assistant in September 2004 graduated with my HSED (High School Equivalency Diploma) in December 2004. I Worked at the Auto Repair until we closed the doors in April 2005.
September of 2005, I started Cosmetology School, to graduate in December 2006, and in March of 02006, I moved to North Carolina, sight unseen, just to be around racing. It's who I am. I just wanted to be around it.
So, that's the long story about why racing is so important in my life. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did... :)
I've always wanted to work in racing for a NASCAR team, but I'm not book-smart, so there's no way anyone would give me the chance. My boyfriend works in the Fab. shop for Braun racing, and he pits for USAR, ARCA, and Nationwide teams when needed changing rear tires. He's been told he belongs on a Cup team by many people. He's that good. So our lives revolve around racing because of all of this even more so now than ever. But enough about him.
My roots in racing run deep. I went to my first race when my mom was 6 months pregnant with me. My dad won that race.
My dad raced since he was 12 and lied about his age. Started doing drag racing in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, until he moved up to late models, dominating at Rockford Speedway, Madison International Speedway, Lake Geneva Raceway, and the famous Slinger Superspeedway.
He was the oldest of 4 children, and dyslexic, so he wasn't good at school, and dropped out in 6th grade to work on cars for neighbors for extra money out of his dad's garage and to watch his siblings.
He continued to race on the side of his other responsibilities when he got the chance. He couldn't tour with the ASA series, but he raced with them when they came in his neck of the woods. And he'd win. A lot. So much, that his buddy Dick Trickle made up shirts that he and Rusty, Mark, Allen, and the others would wear when they came around that read "Who the F*** is Evert DeWitt?!" because no one knew this kid who kept taking their wins away from them.
He started his Auto Repair business in the mid 80's, and also had a daughter (me) so he was a busy man, but he kept racing locally. I loved seeing my daddy race, he was my hero.
He quit for about 6 years in 1993 to build up his new storage unit business, and vacation home in the Northwoods of Wisconsin with his family, but I wouldn't quit pestering him to get back into racing. It wasn't until I was older did I learn that my dad was kind of forced out of racing by the owner of the series he raced in.
Turns out, because he had so much experience, and because he won a lot, the owner (who raced himself in the series) knew they were losing money when said owner didn't win, and my dad did. So they would find really stupid reasons to penalize him (i.e. -2 laps for parking crooked in the pits. there were no pit stalls, and this was nowhere in the rule book.). It got to the point where it was no fun for my dad to race, because they were so bad to him.
He finally got back in an Enduro car in 1999, and won the first time out. He had let me help on little things on getting the car ready and I loved it. Victory lane was never so sweet at Lake Geneva Raceway.
He raced twice in 2000, winning once, and I begged him to race in 2001 more. The death of the late great Dale Earnhardt really killed him, and he had no desire to get back into it, or even watch a race again.
The Enduro race season didn't start until Memorial Day, so I begged and begged. He said if I could put it all together (team, sponsors ect...) he'd race the season opening race. I was 14 and worked my tail off.
I had just been diagnosed as dyslexic, like my father, and went to school to classes customized just for me at this point. It was one on one, for 4 hours a day, so I had plenty of time to work with local businesses to get sponsorship.
My dad also is very well-known around Southern Wisconsin, and has a lot of friends, so it wasn't hard to find anyone who wanted to be a part of his legendary racing career.
The first race of the season rolled around, and we won it.
Then I sat the crew and driver down and we had a serious talk that next evening. By winning, we were leading the points. We had a great start to the season, and I thought we had a shot at making this championship happen. Dad again said, if I could line up sponsorship, we'd go for it.
WIth NAPA, American Credit Union, and Drake Construction on board, we went racing. We had a great season, ended up finishing 2nd in the championship (lost it by 17 points due to losing an oil line, our only DNF for the season at State Park Speedway in Wausau, Wisconsin).
We had so much fun, and did so well, we decided to come back for the 2002 season, and came out of the box strong, winning 2 of the first 4 races. We were leading points and it looked like we were going for the championship again, so the owner started working with another driver to make sure my dad didn't win. Dirty driving was this guy's specialty anyway, so he was cool with it.
He took two wins from us that year, but we were still going ok, being 6th in points. With 5 races to go. Then, Dells Motor Speedway in the Wisconsin Dells came around.
We had a large group of fans with us for that race, family that lived in the area that have never been to a race before, and were very excited.
We had brought a new car that had only been raced once, and my dad, Evert, was not happy with it. It was a rough start, falling a lap down at the small track, but about 50 laps in, the leader (series owner) spun coming off of turn 2, and my dad flew right by. Everyone in our group stood and cheered, knowing Evert had gotten his lap back.
Then the drama happened. The series' owner's wife, who is one of the worst people I've ever met, was an official, and she came running over, and hopped over the bleachers and got right in the face of my dad's aunt and yelled at her for cheering. I thought she was kidding, so I just smiled at my Great-aunt letting her know this official was kidding. Then said official, let's call her Ann (name changed for personal reasons), turned and saw me. She hated me, and we'd gotten into it a few times in the past, so she began tearing into me, saying that cheering when her husband spun was unsportsmanlike conduct and I should know better and she could have my dad thrown out for 3 races if it happened again.
I then tried to calm her down, and told her they weren't cheering 'cause her husband spun (though I was) they were cheering 'cause Evert had gotten his lap back, but she wouldn't listen and continued to go off on me.
At the end of the race, we ended up 4th, and when my dad found out what she had done, he went to the series owner and exploded. See, my dad is a little guy, but he's scary as hell when his temper comes out, and he almost got kicked out of the track for going off like he did.
Our team had lots of fans, and at the time, I was beginning to battle a very serious sickness, so I had a website for our team, and blogged about the happenings (since at times I was to sick to work on the car, I was also down to about a day of schooling a week), and when I blogged about what happened that day, our fans were outraged and refused to come to a race 'til we were back again.
The series owner knew how much money we brought to the series, so he e-mailed me with his apology and told me his wife was suspended for the next 3 races, and we would have free entry for our whole team at any one race we chose to attend.
I told my dad and team, but my dad was still so angry. He decided he refused to get in the car for those 3 races that we were threatened to be kicked out of, and let the series see how much they needed the money our fans, sponsors and team brought.
I was VERY unhappy with this, but our sponsors were in agreeance with it, so there was nothing I could do but be depressed about it and watch us fall in the points.
We came back 3 races later and were greeted with handshakes, apologies, and were very welcomed. We also began our 2nd race team that race with my father's brother driving.
We ended up 25th in points. Eww.
2003 was the dream season. Our 2nd team went full-time, going for Rookie of the Year honors. We had a new sponser, a very well-known popular country music radio station, 99.9 WJVL, and we started dabbling in a 3rd race team, my dad's 2nd cousin, Matt, in the #228.
We had multiple wins and the lowest Evert dropped in points was 4th, leading the points more than half the year. Our rookie team was quickly coming up the points standings, doing amazing for a rookie Enduro team.
The #28 of Evert DeWitt won the Championship on October 18th, 2003, on Lap 202 of 250. We won it by 51points over the runner up, who happened to be our rookie team, #128, who also took Rookie of the Year honors. Our crew-chief won the Crew chief of the Year award, our scorer for the #28 won Scorer of the Year, and I won Car Owner of the Year. Let's just say the awards banquet in Milwaukee, Wisconsin was a very sweet one that January.. Not bad for a a team ran by a girl who turned 16 December of 2003. :)
Then 2004 rolled around, and we did a race in Kalamazoo, Michigan in April, using it for a test for the upcoming season, and had to replace the motor at 7pm the night before (worked 'til 2:30am, left for the track at 6am), due to the exhaust overheating to an extreme degree, so we didn't have all the power that first engine had had, so we ended up 8th.
My illness started getting really serious, and I was working on what I could, but having a colon polyp removed with cancerous cells took me away from working on the car as much as I had used to for a little while. But I was still at every race!
We were doing really well on track, with again 2 wins in the first 5 races, and we were leading points looking to repeat our championship win.
The July 4th weekend, we raced at Grundy County Speedway in Grundy County Illinois. We were always good at that track, but a flat that night kept us a little further back in the pack than we would've liked. On the last lap, we were 3rd coming off of 4 when we were spun into the wall. Evert quickly shifter dears and got the car across the line, holding onto his 3rd position. We didn't see who had done it, but didn't think much of it.
My parents and I went to Chicago for the NASCAR weekend that next weekend (which was an off weekend for us) to celebrate my becoming healthy (yay!), and had a great time. But, when we got back, it was time to get ready for our worst track on the schedule. State Park Speedway, Wausau, Wisconsin.
Our guys worked hard to repair the damage from the Grundy race, and we had it ready in time to go up north.
Whenever we raced in Wausau, we made a weekend out of it for our crew. being an hour south of our Northwoods cabin, we had the crew and their families up for a fun weekend before the race. That day was hot, and it's such a small paperclip track, where turn 3 gets very narrow suddenly, it's just an aggressive track. No one was excited for this race. Little did we know how bad of a day this was going to be.
We started mid-pack (our series didn't have qualifying, it was first-come-first-serve starting spot) and Evert quickly made his way up to 4th. Then it happened. 17 laps into it, a car was on the inside of Evert going into 3, and he drove his car straight into the left front tire, and slammed the car into the outside wall. My dad's care was toast. He was trying to get the tow truck to push it into the pits, but the driver of the jam truck was told not to, and to leave the car on the track.
(It's a series rule to leave the car on the track if the driver can't drive it off the track, but he could've with help, which was aloud in the rules. Remember, they hate my dad...)
So, my dad stalked to the infield pits, and began yelling at officials to get his car off the track. Evert knew he was done for the day, but he didn't want the car to get hurt anymore than it already was. It's like he knew what was coming. The first lap back to green, the driver who'd put him in the wall, drilled the car again, almost going through the rear window, totaling the rear end. My dad was so angry, this was obviously intentional, my dad wanted to throw a tire iron through the guy's windshield, and I was irate yelling at the officials about this dirty driving. But, as the owner of the team, I had to take care of business, and that meant getting my driver out of there before he did something really bad.
We got him in the family car and we left, and I left instructions for them to get a hold of me if anything happend, or they needed anything. We were back at the cabin in time to see the end of the NASCAR Truck race and all four of it's green, white, checkered finishes.
I got a call from the crewcheif, later, saying that 153 laps into the race, the same guy did the same thing to my other team. I knew this guy was out for blood, but it was someone we didn't know, a nobody, so we needed to find out why. I put my detective hat on and went to work. As soon as we got home from the cabin.
I finally say my cars for the first time up close Monday with all their damage. Saying I was in SHOCK was an understatement. The roll cage of the #28 broke. The damage was half an inch from destroying the gas tank. There was no left-rear quarter-pannel. The damage on the #128 was more internal but both cars were destroyed and would take more time to repair than we had before the next week's race.
Both of my drivers had bruises from their 5-point harnesses, and were very sore all over to the point where they could barley move. Something had to be done.
I contacted the series owner about this person, and included the pictures of the damage he'd caused to our cars, but he was very un-sympathetic. We talked to the only official who was honest with us, and he informed me on the reason my cars were destroyed and my drivers were hurting.
Turns out since it was looking like we were going to repeat in the championship, and we kept taking all of the series' money from the owner (they saved money when he won...) so the owner found a frustrated rookie who no one knew, and paid him off to wreck my cars and injure my drivers, so we'd be forced to miss at least one race, which would definitely take us out of the championship race. The guy had tried in Grundy, but never got a clear shot, so he'd been the one to spin us that week before.... I had a decision to make.
My dad didn't want to race anymore if this was going to be the case. He told me he wanted to, but we couldn't keep wrecking this bad every week, if that was their plan to continue going after us. So, we sat the crew down, and thanked them for all their time and hard work, but we were pulling the plug on the race teams. I couldn't put my drivers in danger. The sponsors were very sympathetic and understanding, and we covered the cars one last time, and put them back in the weeds at the shop, where they stayed until they were sold in 2005.
After we quit racing, I started running my father's storage unit business and worked in his Auto Repair as a Secretary and Auto Tech Assistant in September 2004 graduated with my HSED (High School Equivalency Diploma) in December 2004. I Worked at the Auto Repair until we closed the doors in April 2005.
September of 2005, I started Cosmetology School, to graduate in December 2006, and in March of 02006, I moved to North Carolina, sight unseen, just to be around racing. It's who I am. I just wanted to be around it.
So, that's the long story about why racing is so important in my life. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did... :)
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I love so much of their stuff, but I really chose my TOP favorites to tell you about, If I owned these pieces, I'd tell you more about the fabrics and the fit, but from what I see on the website, they are stunning pieces and this designer is going to go very far in the fashion world.
You can keep up with them on Twitter @babydolldress and at their website http://www.cocodaily.com/ I know I will be!
I really can't wait to see what more they come out with! :)
People that know me, know I'm very honest and straight to the point. I'm going to tell you what I think weather you are going to like what I have to say or not. Honestly, this line is stunning.
Thanks to Twitter, I found this AMAZING fashion line called Confident Couture (love that name!) and they have the CUTEST most FASHIONABLE pieces!!!
There's this one dress from their Summer 2008 line (COCO Dress #10137680) That is to DIE FOR!!!!! The color is beautiful and the top of it near the shoulders is just so different and fun! Their things are unlike anything I've ever seen. I adore all their cloths, but this one is by far my fave!!!!
Favorite. Shirt. I've. Ever. Seen! COCO Silky Shirt #10012 from the spring/summer 2009 collection. It looks so airy and comfortable, yet sexy
Don't even get me STARTED on their handbags!!!!!! I'm not a big handbag person, but this line could very well make me one!!!! I'd have to say my faves are COCO13001 - Because this is versatile for any outfit, and it has a very classy look (with lot's of pockets!) and COCO14001 - because it's a BEAUTIFUL pink, the seams and shoulder straps are just ADORABLE and I love the positioning of the zippers!
I'm not associated with them in any way (would love to be though! Who wouldn't, their things are incredible!) but I just feel the need to put this out there! I can't wait to see what else they come out with, and gosh, did I mention they are amazing? Haha! I just really enjoy seeing their things! Their handbags are so refreshingly classy yet fun, as are their cloths.
I really love the name, Confident Couture. This is how all couture should make a woman feel. Confident. It's in the name, so carrying a Confident Couture handbag must make you walk a little taller, wearing a Confident Couture dress must make you feel a little more, well, confident.
I love so much of their stuff, but I really chose my TOP favorites to tell you about, If I owned these pieces, I'd tell you more about the fabrics and the fit, but from what I see on the website, they are stunning pieces and this designer is going to go very far in the fashion world.
You can keep up with them on Twitter @babydolldress and at their website http://www.cocodaily.com/ I know I will be!
I really can't wait to see what more they come out with! :)
Swag Bucks!!!!!
My mom sent me a magazine clipping a week ago from Woman's World, and it was about this website that gives you redeemable bucks for stuff. I didn't think I'd have the time to earn anything, so I tossed it aside.
I was waiting for my new blackberry's software to install (love it, it's pink!) and decided to give it a shot. All you have to do is use their search engine and random words will give you "Swag Bucks." You can get them also from the Swag Bucks Blog, by following them on Twitter and watching for code words, their newsletter, facebook, myspace ect... I earned about 5 my first day, and thought I'd never do it again.
Yesterday I was searching to see if there were any casting calls in the area, and I clicked on another search within the search, and I got 10 SwagBucks! I'm now up to 38!
You can get a bunch of crap, dvds, cds, t-shirts, ect. and they are affordable, but I'm holding out for all the gift cards! for 45 Swag Bucks you can get a $25 restaurant.com gift card! I'm either thinking of doing that or getting a few $5 amazon.com gift cards for $5 each.....or Starbucks! Haha! They have tons! Lowe's $50 gift card, target $20 gift card, JCPenny's $100 gift card, (I may go for that!)
I'm just telling you all this 'cause it's super easy to earn stuff! They have kid's stuff, and they have a lot of stuff for 1 or 3 swag bucks, so even if you don't want to do it, you can at least get something!
Just wanted to spread the word, 'cause this is really cool! There are people that have thousands of SwagBucks 'cause they sit there all day and try to get more, but I do it when I am waiting for something, type in 5 different searches, I may get a buck or 2, then don't do it again for the day..
Check it out!
http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/AmyDeWitt
**They are not paying me, I have NO association with SwagBucks or their associates, I just really like this site!**
Love y'all! Watch the Nationwide race today, Shayne is changing tires for Kenny Wallace!!!!!!!! :)
Love,
Amy
I was waiting for my new blackberry's software to install (love it, it's pink!) and decided to give it a shot. All you have to do is use their search engine and random words will give you "Swag Bucks." You can get them also from the Swag Bucks Blog, by following them on Twitter and watching for code words, their newsletter, facebook, myspace ect... I earned about 5 my first day, and thought I'd never do it again.
Yesterday I was searching to see if there were any casting calls in the area, and I clicked on another search within the search, and I got 10 SwagBucks! I'm now up to 38!
You can get a bunch of crap, dvds, cds, t-shirts, ect. and they are affordable, but I'm holding out for all the gift cards! for 45 Swag Bucks you can get a $25 restaurant.com gift card! I'm either thinking of doing that or getting a few $5 amazon.com gift cards for $5 each.....or Starbucks! Haha! They have tons! Lowe's $50 gift card, target $20 gift card, JCPenny's $100 gift card, (I may go for that!)
I'm just telling you all this 'cause it's super easy to earn stuff! They have kid's stuff, and they have a lot of stuff for 1 or 3 swag bucks, so even if you don't want to do it, you can at least get something!
Just wanted to spread the word, 'cause this is really cool! There are people that have thousands of SwagBucks 'cause they sit there all day and try to get more, but I do it when I am waiting for something, type in 5 different searches, I may get a buck or 2, then don't do it again for the day..
Check it out!
http:
**They are not paying me, I have NO association with SwagBucks or their associates, I just really like this site!**
Love y'all! Watch the Nationwide race today, Shayne is changing tires for Kenny Wallace!
Love,
Amy
The Concussion
A few people have asked how it happened, and I haven't had the time to respond, so I'll just let everyone know here.
Monday June 22nd, I had a 10-hour photo shoot for Carowinds. We started before the park opened, starting at Drop Zone. I wanted to die!!! I'm terrified of heights and, well, roller coasters in general, but I had to ride it 3 times in a row, and had to keep my eyes opened, hands up, and stay smiling...not cool! I was terrified the first time, 2nd time, I was more ready, 3rd time, I wanted to go home....haha!
Next we went to another ride, I don't remember the name, but we had to stand up, and it only went up-side-down twice, so it actually wasn't so bad. Until I'd been on it 7 times in a row.....on an empty stomach....i was ready to die. After the 6th time, I was trying to keep the water I'd been drinking in my stomach, but that last time, I was slumped against my harness after the ride ended trying not to black out...it was rough!
After we got off, we took a group picture, then went to the VIP room for salad and water...and air conditioning! I sat out the next ride, feeling so terrible, so I started getting my stuff together for my girls to talent scout. I was in charge of that for the day, so that gave me a little break before we went and took family shots of us playing games. I had to be in one for one or the stupidest games, it was sooo hard to pretend to be having fun with my "family" but I was so short, they were all towering over me as I threw the ball at the board hoping it'd fall into the bucket.
We then went back to the VIP for pizza and cookies (YUM!!) and took a break before doing the waterpark. They set up the shot, which took a while, so we chilled in the cabanas and had fun. I had to keep running off to check on my girls, and they were doing good. Jessica was so cute, I loved her :)
So the concussion.. We finally started shooting, and I wouldn't have bought that ugly new suit if I'd have known what other girls were going to wear! They said the bathing suits had to be modest, and no bathing suit looks modest on my body, so I stressed to fin this ugly thing that was a skirt bottom, no bikini! and a top that was halter, and long so it would cover the tattoos on my hip and back. I was so worried about the cleavage I'd be showing in it, where there were girls in the stringiest of string bikinis! UGH! Sorry, that was my rant, back on topic....
They were shooting some other models in the front of the wave pool, a mom, dad and kids, and the rest of us were a little ways background, where the water was about knee deap. We were supposed to be splashing and playing, and just having fun in the back of the shot. We were having a blast, and I was sitting in a inner tube, when another model came running at me, and he had been spinning people in them, so I assumed I was going to get spun, but was surprised when he grabbed the float and flipped me back. I hit the bottom of the pool first with the back of my head, then with the top of my back.
I don't know if I blacked out, but I remember trying to get up and I couldn't, so another friend helped me stand. At first I just stood there, holding my head, and just thought "Ow, I bumped my head, that hurt" but the photographer was still shooting, so I shook it off and kept going, then went to check on my girls.
We thought we were done, but they wanted to do 2 more rides quick, so I rode an easy one with a little boy, who was so cute, and then I skipped the last one, 'cause my head was really starting to bother me, It hurt, but it felt more like pressure all over, and pain on the spot where I hit. I felt so tired, but I figured it was just from the day's work. We finally got packed up and got in Christina's car to drive back to school where my car was. We were sorting out paperwork from my talent scouts and such, when I really started to feel woozy and tired, and my head hurt really bad. I told Christina, so we got going, so I could get home. I remember when we took the exit to get to school off 77, and I remember they said I looked really sad and they thought I was crying when I got to my car, but I really don't remember anything until Shayne got home and I was in the shower. I drove home, I just don't remember.
Shayne was concerned, but I told him I'd be fine, that I just didn't wanna cook dinner, I just wanted to lay down. So he went and got a pizza and was wonderful as always, taking care of me, and we went to bed.
The next morning I woke up and was ok at first, then I remember crying a lot and being really scared. I don't really remember calling work or my mom, but I remember crying to the urgent care lady on the phone, and I don't recall anything when it comes to calling Shayne. I don't remember him coming home, he said I was out of it, he carried me to the truck and took me to the emergency room. I remember a man in a red shirt taking us where we needed to go very quickly.
Then I just recall laying in the hospital bed, and talking to Shayne, and I was very tired.....oh, and I had to take charge when he was helping me put my hospital gown on, I remember that, and how Shayne told the nurse the wrong day for my birthday ("i had other things on my mind!!" haha). He was so there for me, I never have to doubt his love for me ever after that day in the ER.... He was doing anything and everything to keep me sane and to make me smile. He's so wonderfully amazing, I don't know what I'd do without him.
When we finally left, after a cat scan and 2 injections in the ass from that bitch nurse...gurr!!! We went to walgreens for my nausea and pain meds, and with my diagnosis of a mild concussion and a cervical strain, we went home, and Shayne didn't go back to work, there was only an hour left anyway, ha stayed home while I rested before he went to practice.
A week later, I went for a follow-up appointment, and was still having strong symptoms, so I was pulled out of work for 2 weeks, and no driving unless absolutely necessary, and I'm suppodes to be pretty much on bed rest. The doctor made me do some stupid human tricks with my eyes closed, and I failed badly enough to have him send me straight to another hospital for an MRI...I've had one before, they are annoying as FUCK! Lay there, don't move and hear machine guns go off all around you....just like being at home and trying to sleep through Call of Duty in my living room.
So, that's about it.... I'm just banned to bed, catching up on all of my seasons of Desperate Housewives, and Young and the Restless..... If I'm laying in bed, I'm ok, and feel lazy, so I get up and do something, then I feel like shit, so I have to lay down and take it easy for an hour.
Sunday, Shayne and I had "our Sunday" anyway this past Sunday, went to Fusion Bowl, had our usual waiter, and waited forever to order, convinced we were going to get something new, only to get the same things we always order. Then we bummed around Mooresville, and I FINALLY got my donuts!
See, anytime in my past I've been in the hospital, I don't know what it is, but I CRAVE Dunkin' Donuts, but they have to be the marble frosted ones, with the white frosting and the chocolate drizzle...no other kind will do! When I had knee surgery, mom got me home and in bed, and I went to sleep, and she ran out to get me a dozen, I woke up, ate 3 and passed back out. It's just something I have to have, don't ask me why.
So, my baby bought me 2, and I was SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY, then we just continued bumming around, then went grocery shopping since our fridge is FINALLY FIXED.... All day I felt sick and my head hurt, but I didn't say anything, 'cause we were having so much fun, and I needed that more than anything.
Monday June 22nd, I had a 10-hour photo shoot for Carowinds. We started before the park opened, starting at Drop Zone. I wanted to die!!! I'm terrified of heights and, well, roller coasters in general, but I had to ride it 3 times in a row, and had to keep my eyes opened, hands up, and stay smiling...not cool! I was terrified the first time, 2nd time, I was more ready, 3rd time, I wanted to go home....haha!
Next we went to another ride, I don't remember the name, but we had to stand up, and it only went up-side-down twice, so it actually wasn't so bad. Until I'd been on it 7 times in a row.....on an empty stomach....i was ready to die. After the 6th time, I was trying to keep the water I'd been drinking in my stomach, but that last time, I was slumped against my harness after the ride ended trying not to black out...it was rough!
After we got off, we took a group picture, then went to the VIP room for salad and water...and air conditioning! I sat out the next ride, feeling so terrible, so I started getting my stuff together for my girls to talent scout. I was in charge of that for the day, so that gave me a little break before we went and took family shots of us playing games. I had to be in one for one or the stupidest games, it was sooo hard to pretend to be having fun with my "family" but I was so short, they were all towering over me as I threw the ball at the board hoping it'd fall into the bucket.
We then went back to the VIP for pizza and cookies (YUM!!) and took a break before doing the waterpark. They set up the shot, which took a while, so we chilled in the cabanas and had fun. I had to keep running off to check on my girls, and they were doing good. Jessica was so cute, I loved her :)
So the concussion.. We finally started shooting, and I wouldn't have bought that ugly new suit if I'd have known what other girls were going to wear! They said the bathing suits had to be modest, and no bathing suit looks modest on my body, so I stressed to fin this ugly thing that was a skirt bottom, no bikini! and a top that was halter, and long so it would cover the tattoos on my hip and back. I was so worried about the cleavage I'd be showing in it, where there were girls in the stringiest of string bikinis! UGH! Sorry, that was my rant, back on topic....
They were shooting some other models in the front of the wave pool, a mom, dad and kids, and the rest of us were a little ways background, where the water was about knee deap. We were supposed to be splashing and playing, and just having fun in the back of the shot. We were having a blast, and I was sitting in a inner tube, when another model came running at me, and he had been spinning people in them, so I assumed I was going to get spun, but was surprised when he grabbed the float and flipped me back. I hit the bottom of the pool first with the back of my head, then with the top of my back.
I don't know if I blacked out, but I remember trying to get up and I couldn't, so another friend helped me stand. At first I just stood there, holding my head, and just thought "Ow, I bumped my head, that hurt" but the photographer was still shooting, so I shook it off and kept going, then went to check on my girls.
We thought we were done, but they wanted to do 2 more rides quick, so I rode an easy one with a little boy, who was so cute, and then I skipped the last one, 'cause my head was really starting to bother me, It hurt, but it felt more like pressure all over, and pain on the spot where I hit. I felt so tired, but I figured it was just from the day's work. We finally got packed up and got in Christina's car to drive back to school where my car was. We were sorting out paperwork from my talent scouts and such, when I really started to feel woozy and tired, and my head hurt really bad. I told Christina, so we got going, so I could get home. I remember when we took the exit to get to school off 77, and I remember they said I looked really sad and they thought I was crying when I got to my car, but I really don't remember anything until Shayne got home and I was in the shower. I drove home, I just don't remember.
Shayne was concerned, but I told him I'd be fine, that I just didn't wanna cook dinner, I just wanted to lay down. So he went and got a pizza and was wonderful as always, taking care of me, and we went to bed.
The next morning I woke up and was ok at first, then I remember crying a lot and being really scared. I don't really remember calling work or my mom, but I remember crying to the urgent care lady on the phone, and I don't recall anything when it comes to calling Shayne. I don't remember him coming home, he said I was out of it, he carried me to the truck and took me to the emergency room. I remember a man in a red shirt taking us where we needed to go very quickly.
Then I just recall laying in the hospital bed, and talking to Shayne, and I was very tired.....oh, and I had to take charge when he was helping me put my hospital gown on, I remember that, and how Shayne told the nurse the wrong day for my birthday ("i had other things on my mind!!" haha). He was so there for me, I never have to doubt his love for me ever after that day in the ER.... He was doing anything and everything to keep me sane and to make me smile. He's so wonderfully amazing, I don't know what I'd do without him.
When we finally left, after a cat scan and 2 injections in the ass from that bitch nurse...gurr!!! We went to walgreens for my nausea and pain meds, and with my diagnosis of a mild concussion and a cervical strain, we went home, and Shayne didn't go back to work, there was only an hour left anyway, ha stayed home while I rested before he went to practice.
A week later, I went for a follow-up appointment, and was still having strong symptoms, so I was pulled out of work for 2 weeks, and no driving unless absolutely necessary, and I'm suppodes to be pretty much on bed rest. The doctor made me do some stupid human tricks with my eyes closed, and I failed badly enough to have him send me straight to another hospital for an MRI...I've had one before, they are annoying as FUCK! Lay there, don't move and hear machine guns go off all around you....just like being at home and trying to sleep through Call of Duty in my living room.
So, that's about it.... I'm just banned to bed, catching up on all of my seasons of Desperate Housewives, and Young and the Restless..... If I'm laying in bed, I'm ok, and feel lazy, so I get up and do something, then I feel like shit, so I have to lay down and take it easy for an hour.
Sunday, Shayne and I had "our Sunday" anyway this past Sunday, went to Fusion Bowl, had our usual waiter, and waited forever to order, convinced we were going to get something new, only to get the same things we always order. Then we bummed around Mooresville, and I FINALLY got my donuts!
See, anytime in my past I've been in the hospital, I don't know what it is, but I CRAVE Dunkin' Donuts, but they have to be the marble frosted ones, with the white frosting and the chocolate drizzle...no other kind will do! When I had knee surgery, mom got me home and in bed, and I went to sleep, and she ran out to get me a dozen, I woke up, ate 3 and passed back out. It's just something I have to have, don't ask me why.
So, my baby bought me 2, and I was SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY, then we just continued bumming around, then went grocery shopping since our fridge is FINALLY FIXED.... All day I felt sick and my head hurt, but I didn't say anything, 'cause we were having so much fun, and I needed that more than anything.
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