Horrific Looking Qualifying Crash at Texas Motorspeedway

Hi folks. Amy from Badgroove.com again here. Just sharing an amazing video of the crash that happened today (to a rookie no less) during qualifying at Texas Motor Speedway. Wow.

Click here to view video.

40 Odd Things

Lisa tagged me and I decided to play along...over here on J's blog (this is Amy of Badgroove again...keeping you all entertained while J is learning to limbo on a cruise ship somewhere in the pacific).

1. Do you like blue cheese salad dressing? Emphatically NO

2. Have you ever smoked heroin? No.

3. Do you own a gun? Own NO but I have shot 'em before (target practice...not at a person).

4. What's your favorite drink at Starbucks or other specialty coffee shop? Venti Iced Black Tea Lemonade Sweetened with Classic, extra ice.

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? depends on the appointment.

6. What do you think of hot dogs? If I am in the mood for them I think YUM.

7. Favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night (as sung by Martina McBride).

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Sometimes I am in the mood for juice (almost always Orange or Cranberry Cocktail...sometimes though..nothing satisfies like a diet coke.

9. Can you do push ups? I think maybe a couple (stealing Lisa's Answer here).

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I don't wear jewelery very often...but I have a couple charm bracelets I like (sentimental value mostly).

11. Favorite hobby? Crocheting I guess...hard to pick just one.

12. Do you have A.D.D.? No

13. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? I tend to clam up at the worst times.


14. Middle name? Katherine

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. I wonder what is going on in this story I am writing (it kinda has a life of its own). Why does my tongue hurt? Is it 5:00 pm yet?

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Diet Coke. Water. Venti Iced teas.

17. Current worry right now? Trying to figure out how/if I can afford to go to the FONTANA race.

18. Current hate right now? This new system at work we are supporting.

19. Favorite place to be? Home

20. How did you bring in the New Year? Hanging out in Vegas.

21. Do you like to travel? YES

22. Name three people who will complete this? If you wanna do this do it..then leave J and I a comment here so we know you played along.

23. Do you own slippers? Yes but I never wear them.

24. What color shirt are you wearing? pea green

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I don't think I ever have.

26. Can you whistle? Yes

27. Favorite color? Purple

28. Would you be a pirate? No

29. What songs do you sing in the shower? Lately its been "Pictures To Burn" by Taylor Swift

30. Favorite girl's names? Emily, Elizabeth, Emma (how weird they all start with E)

31. Favorite boy's name? Gwain (I know...my mom has told me this child is just a target for bullies), Steven, Montgomery

32. What's in your pocket right now? Four dollars.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? Something my best friend said but I can't rememeber exactly what it was.

34. Best bed sheets as a child? Mickey and Minnie Mouse. I still have one of the pillow cases.

35. Worst injury you've ever had? Dislocated my right knee.

36. Do you love where you live? Its ok.

37. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3

38. Who is your loudest friend? I honestly can't think of any loud friends. My dad is kinda loud though. I hope this doesn't mean that I am the loud one.

39. How many pets do you have? 1 my beagle Roxy.

40. Does someone have a crush on you? Not that I know of.

41. What is your favorite book? The Outsiders by SE Hinton

42. What is your favorite candy? Lindt Milk Chocolate Truffles (good one Lisa...stealing this too)

43. Favorite Sports Team? Joe Gibbs Racing

44. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping

45. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Urg isn't it saturday yet?

Return of the Idiot Driver

Hello MLCOTW folks. You usual host J is prancing around on a ship somewhere warm drinking nonalcoholic umbrella drinks and wearing leopard print. He trustingly left me with the keys to his kingdom so I am here to entertain you with my wit and humor. What? You have no idea who I am? It is me: Amy (from Badgroove)...the one who ocassionally leaves J snarky comments about how he doesn't post nearly as often as he should. Anyway...on to today's post about Idiot drivers.

Ok...so this morning I am driving to work and it is fairly early into my drive to work. I am on a road that has two lanes going each way. I am in the far right lane going my direction because pretty soon the road ends in a T and I need to go right to get to where I need to go. Anyway, in the left lane is a white mercury milan and I just have the feeling that he is going to need over into my lane. So I slow down so he has room to get over...but Mr. Milan never puts on his blinker nor does he actually make a move into my lane. He starts to slow a bit- but I maintain my speed and in doing this end up pulling along side him, the nose of my car (A 2008 Chevy HHR - so not a small car by any means) parallel to his front passenger door then suddenly he starts to move into my lane. Yes while I am along side of him. Luckily there were no cars parked along the road so I dive in towards the curb (and incidentally towards a bus stop) and honk...basically to say HEY BOZO STOP MERGING INTO MY CAR. His reaction is to slam on his breaks- and give ME the finger. Nice! Would he rather I just stay there and let him hit me??

So play along...what was your most recent run-in with an idiot with a drivers license?

This is not J..and no I do not play him on TV. This is Amy...and I play Amy on badgroove.com. I promised to help keep J's little corner of the web warm until he gets back from his annual thankmas festivities.

I have to tell you all of an experience...I had to use the restroom at work. And now that I am in a large high volume building I decided to use the restroom at the opposite end of where I usually go. I went in and was doing my thing...when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the bathroom door (now this is a large five seater so to speak so I thought that was odd...and then I hear it:

MAINTENANCE...

Now what to do? Do I hollar out: YO! WOMAN INSIDE???

Instead I coughed and that seemed to be enough...

When I came out, right outside of the door was a bucket and plunger...and not far from that a friendly looking maintenance man.

He said: Is there anyone else in there?

As he asked this..another girl walks into the bathroom...
I said JUST HER.

I left for my car...to get some stuff out of the back that I bought to festivize the office...and on my way back the poor maintenance guy was still waiting...every time someone would walk out...three more would walk in!!

Jay: It's pretty clear to me that you aren't being honest with your ...obsessions... when you write your fan mail, otherwise why would Amy and I continue to receive your cease and desist letters in our mailboxes? Get with the program, Jay - he's just not into you. ~ETS



Dear Jay:

According to the many restraining orders I've lodged against you over the length of our indirect acquaintance, I see that today is your birthday. My lawyers have advised against this e-mail contact but, in light of my current "new leaf" status, I'm choosing to take this opportunity to explain a few things to you in the hopes that you fall over from shock, take a knock to the head, and miraculously come to realize that I'm not a god and you don't need to worship me. (At least not quite as much as you do now.)

First though, please know that I do recognize you as a long-standing and immensely loyal fan, all the way from my days as Blackie Parrish through those as Lance Stargrove, from Jake Phillips to Tony Gates, and I do thank you for your continued support. I imagine that you are the only man on the face of the planet who not only considers his Uncle Jesse "action figure" to have been a sound investment, you actually tell people about it. Proudly. (I would suggest, however, that you take it down off the mantle when you have friends over or, at the very least, turn the spotlights off for the length of their stay. House-guests should be your priority, Jay, not your mulleted obsessions from the 80s.) That being said, I'm fairly certain that no one has any doubts about your fandom at all. How could they?

However, I must stress that I do have a steady job now. It's a good one, too. In fact, it's an awesome job that doesn't show any signs of going away, not now, not ever, so there's no need to continue mourning the loss of my career. My career isn't dead, Jay; it's both alive and kicking, so please quit sending condolence cards to my mother. You're freaking her out, and I'm getting tired of having to drop whatever I'm doing to rush over to her house as soon as the mailman arrives in order to convince her that I really am me, I am alive and that the voice on the other end of the phone line isn't some evil villain impersonating me after having done away with her bouncing baby boy. (How did you get her address, anyway?)

I am going to continue declining your requests for a sample of my chest hair. I thought it flattering at one point; you wouldn't be the first man to have asked and I'd drawn certain...assumptions based upon your requests, but you've consistently insisted that you are not gay, which scares me more than anything else, Jay. It's one thing to imagine you as a lonely, friendless little man sitting in his rocking chair sewing together throw pillows filled with my chest hair, but as you've vetoed that idea so vehemently I can only imagine one other reason for your continued requests: hoodoo. I'm not stupid, Jay - I've seen "The Skeleton Key," and there's no way you're getting your hands on any of my DNA, so stop asking already! (If, however, you are making little chest hair sachets for resale to other rabid "ER" fans, please have your lawyer contact mine so that we can come to an amicable arrangement regarding my percentage of the gross sales.)

I do have to refute one of your most blatant misconceptions, though: I once wore a USC sweatshirt in a random photo published in a Tiger Beat magazine while in the throes of the 80s, but wearing a sweatshirt does not mean that I am an alumni, nor does it mean that I am a "Trojan" spokesperson. I do not hold stock in the company either and, if I did, I still wouldn't send you free samples. (Although perhaps I should become a stockholder and get some samples for myself; have you seen how hot the Olsen twins have turned out? "Come to Uncle Jesse, babies...." Yeah.)

In closing, Jay, my birthday wish for you is that you find something else in life with which to occupy your time, something that doesn't involve spending your every waking moment concerned about what I eat for breakfast or how I get my eyebrows to do that incredibly handsome Greek furrow thing. In fact, Dave Coulier and I have been talking about you, and we've decided that perhaps you might be interested in transferring your attentions to Bob Saget. He seems to be the only member of the "Full House" family whose fan club you don't run, and he tells one heck of a twisted version of "The Aristocrats," so he'd definitely be worth your time! Think about it. (Also: Dave would like it very much if you'd quit referring to him as "Big Daddy Dave." It creeps him out.) (Come to think about it, it creeps me out too, so stop already!)

Happy birthday Jay, and please quit calling me.

Cheers!
John Stamos

Jay- this better be the last email I get for you in my PO BOX or I will change boxes. These are definitely creepy. - Amy

Dearest Jay-

It had been awhile since I had received a letter from you...I was starting to worry about your welfare since you were writing me so regularly there for awhile that it started to creep me out just a little. It scared me just a little when you told me that you were able to distinguish my voice in Scooby and Scrappy-Doo, The Jetsons, Detention, Teen Titans and Muppet Babies. And then when you became a season ticket red-wings holder because I was one and ended up in the seats next to me- well that just pushed all my creep factor buttons. You do realize though that my "real" name is NOT Joey Gladstone right? Putting I (heart) JOEY GLADSTONE on the Jumbotron during that one game...uncalled for. The horrific memories of that day still haunt me..hold on a second while I compose myself.

Anyway- thank you for your interest in Shredderman- my new television show. Yes It is going to be a comedy and it is about a superhero called Shredderman- but that is all I can tell you right now. Unfortunately, nothing is slated to happen with it until 2007. I know that it is a long time for you to wait. I know that my appearance in Skating with Celebrities was not enough to hold you over. I do have a little bit of Skating with the Celebrities trivia for you. Did you know that I was frustrated with the toe picks on the ice skates and filed them off of my skates so they were more like hockey skates. Maybe they should have written something like that into my favorite movie THE CUTTING EDGE (who doesn't love the idea of a hockey player becoming a pairs skater- it was certainly a dream of mine).

I will tell you to keep your eye out for FARCE OF THE PENGUINS where I will be playing the voice of one of the penguins. It is a mockumentary of sorts on MARCH OF THE PENGUINS. It is hilarious material if I don't say so myself. And I might add the movie was written and directed by none other than Bob Sagat. I am sure, being such a big FULL HOUSE FAN, you know who Bob is. What I don't understand is why you don't follow his career the way you follow the careers of both John and I. Not that you aren't a great guy Jay and we are both very flattered and slightly freaked out about your...obsession devotion, but we really think you should turn at least some of your attentions on Bob. Poor Bob really feels left out you know.

So as my birthday present to you Jay, instead of the video you requested of me doing my impression of Mr. Woodchuck in nothing but a towel, I give you Bob Sagat. I will email you later with his personal contact information. Happy birthday big guy!

Sincerely, Dave

PS. Cut it out...I will not give you the contact information for "Michelle" and "DJ". Seriously. Cut. It. Out.

Jay- looks like you used my PO BOX again didn't you? Please stop. I hate getting your mail. It gives me the creeps. - Amy

JAY-

You ARE crazy. Why would I get you a birthday present. I will NOT appear in an apparition like I did to Anakin. You would not warrant such an action. The lightsaber you claim I left for you last year? It is not genuine. If it were it would not have that little gold Made in China sticker on it. I am not China. I do not even know what china is you fool. I don't care if it is your birthday or not.

Stay Away, Darth Maul (nee Kahmeir Sarin).

PS. I will not give you a Sith Infiltrator for your birthday, you wanna be stormtrooper.