Saturday, April 18, 2009

Mystery Men

Paul Drayson
Petersen/White Lightning Team 2004
Sam still hides things from me. I don't think he does it intentionally, it's just he's not a woman, and as not-being-a-woman, he just doesn't think things are interesting or as important, as say, well, me.

You see, Sam is not just a truck driver. He actually has a pretty interesting "side job." Since 2003 he has worked on a race team for the American Le Mans Series (yea, I'd never heard of it either). Boiled down, it's basically a race series that includes cars called Prototypes and Ferraris, Porsches, Corvettes, Aston Martins, etc. It's actually the premiere sports car racing of the world. In other words, the ALMS or the LMS is the Nascar for the rest of the world.


Sam drives the truck, or the tranporter that hauls the car (hence the need for a truck driver) and he's worked his way up the ranks to be the primary fueler. He got the job with the team because team's manager's sister worked for Andrus Trucking and she recommended Sam for the job. So, this is how we met team manager Dale White. This is the introduction to the first of my two "mystery men."


Dale is the team manager and is standing by the driver's side door in the above picture. All 6'5" of him can be intimidating. And it doesn't bother Dale to sit one-on-one with you in restaurant in total silence. I guess the tension can be so thick that it forces one to speak of things you normally wouldn't, according to Sam.


Every once in a while, Sam will reveal little tidbits of information about Mr. White. I knew he holds a mechanical engineering doctorate degree and has invented some auto part he still gets residuals from. Tonight, though, Sam told me Dale used to work for the government at Area 51. I asked the next most logical question (for my Dad, of course): What does Dale know about the aliens? Sam said Dale won't talk about "those days."


Apparently, though, Dale still has connections. A couple years ago, some of the team was in Africa getting ready for the Dakar race (very famous, very long, very dangerous so much they cancelled it, desert race). Dale and another team member, Nico, had their passports stolen. At the airport, Dale took one government official aside, gave him his "code" and 10 minutes later both Dale and Nico had new passports. Wow, so don't mess with Dale or he could easily have you buried alive in the desert.


The second mystery man is Lord Paul Drayson. He's so famous he has his own Wikipedia entry. The "Lord" is the owner of the team. He's a British fellow, who is currently the Minister of Science in Great Britian. Very smart man. Even all 5'5" of him is intimidating. He's in his late 40s and this is his second year touring with his family pursuing his racing teams.
He and his family are quite nice, but he won't rest until he wins the 24 Hours of Le Mans race in France (check your local listings in June for the race on Speed Channel). Word is he plans to run for Prime Minister in a few years (whew, all the answers my Dad would also love to have from someone who knows the Queen). Also (info. Sam was holding out on me) is that Paul has been financing a car for the last two years that he plans on breaking the world land speed record. They'll test it out at the Bonneville Salt Flats next year in hopes of it going 1,000 mph. Sam will pick up all the equipment for it at the airport next year.


So, Sam works with some interesting people. Dale and Paul don't necessarily look like anyone "interesting," but everyone has a story.You'd never know the stories people have just by looking at them. That's why I like people watching, especially at the mall.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Some Lost Lovin'

I'm a Lost addict. After watching last night's newest episode I continue my routine for the week by 1. Analyzing Doc Jensen's take on it all, and 2. Talking to my brother so we can confer, concur, and try out some conclusions (if that's possible with Lost). So, as I'm winding down my Lost routine for the week (sniff, sniff) I've really been thinking about why it is I like this show so much.

Lost makes you think. It's so unlike most reality/sitcom/drama crap on TV right now because it's really a show that lets the viewer try to come up with their own conclusions about what's going. Now, granted the Lost actors, and probably even the writers, may be wingin' it from week to week with all their complicated mumbo-jumbo, but still I love the mystery and the answered/unanswered questions of the Island.

For example, (and it took Doc Jensen and Jason to tell me this), but in last night's episode dead-bullet-hole guy wasn't actually shot with a bullet. It was metal filling from his tooth that was jarred lose with such force from the electromagnetism thingy down by the donkey wheel. But, the show didn't come right out and say that. All we knew was what the dead guy "told" Miles. The last thing he remembered was feeling what he thought was his tooth, essentially, going through his head. Lost didn't tell us that - it made us come up with our own conclusion that that's what happened! Oh, how I love this stuff! (Most bloggers gush about loving their husbands and kids, I gush about loving Lost....hmmm. I do love all the boys in my house, but I don't come right out and say that - you see, I let you infer that through my posts and come to the conclusion that "Oh my, yes, she does love her family." See, how tricky I am! I could write for Lost...OK, maybe not. I'm not quite that sci-fi.)

Of course I do enjoy mind-numbing entertainment (Dumb & Dumber is a classic), but I also enjoy media that let you think for yourself. See, this is why The Office is also a fav. There's no damn laugh track: "Oh yea, hey guys, this joke isn't funny enough for you to get on your own, so we'll insert canned laughs here so you can know this is supposed to be hilarious."

No, the awkward silences of The Office are enough for me. I get it. I get that humor - and that's where Sam and I are at odds. We enjoy different entertainment. He's more of an American Pie-type, while I'm more of a Napoleon Dynamite-type. ("Well, I don't know Napoleon, make yourself some ques-a-dillas or something.") He doesn't get Dwight and I don't get the whole apple pie thing. Makes me sad we can't enjoy TV together, but we do both like The Soup....so maybe there's hope.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

I Love Peeps

I love Peeps. I love their puffed mallow, dyed sugar-coated, gritty goodness. I appreciate the fact that a stale Peep can satisfy an urgent need for sugar quickly. You see, I'm not a candy snob. OK, I am a little bit. (Note: I tried to add some visual dynamic to my post, here, but my Google search for "peep pictures" didn't exactly turn up what I was looking for.)

Peeps are so popular they have their own holiday(s). Not only have they infiltrated the day of the Resurrection, they have slowly been taking over Halloween, Christmas, and Valentine's. Those evil, delectable little creatures. I know I'm not alone in my love for Peeps. So, it upsets me when I read about sites like www.100waystokillapeep.blogspot.com. Who are these animals?!

Peeps retail for about .97 for 12. (Yes, I keep up on these things.) So, you see I'm not really a candy snob. I can do without Godiva chocolates. But, I am kind of candy connossieur. So, I'm still seething a bit after our annual Andrus Family Easter picnic yesterday. The deal is that for every kid you have participate in the egg hunt the parent supplies ten eggs. After the hunt I have to inspect the kids' candy... you know for uh...knives and Anthrax. So, what did my inspection reveal? Jelly beans and cheap chocolate! I was so ticked, especially after the eggs I donated were filled with actual Nestle's chocolate and not some cheap knockoff.

I am getting tired of this charade. It's gone on way too long now. I am demanding that all eggs for the Andrus Hunt be filled with adult-like chocolate goodness. Egg hunts are not just for kiddos, my family. I'll be honest. I, like my friend, Kara, hide my kids' Easter candy for myself on occassion. Nothing wrong with that. I know my mom did it, too. So, my dear Andrus family, until you can rectify this horrible situation I am boycotting the Easter picnic. And the only way to get back into my good graces is to maybe fill a golden egg or two with a Peep. Until then, Peep-out, my friends.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Dixie in Vegas

I love getting together with old friends. True friends are those you can just pick up with where you left off. There's no straining for conversation, awkward silences, or "trying." You know, some people are just easier to click with than others.


So, I love getting together with my friends from Dixie College. Back in them days we were all thrown together and forced to co-exist...and some 11 years later it's still turned out pretty good. Now, our conversations are a bit different. Scheming our latest prank at the Wedge has been replaced with talk of kids and we've moved past talking boyfriends, and even the bad habits of our husbands, to talk a little politics. Time has changed a bit, but we still love reminiscing - and I think our old stories even get better with time.

But, I did read a Quoteable Quote the other day on my thinkin' chair in my favorite quick-read literature, "The Reader's Digest," (you know they make that magazine that size to fit perfectly on the back of the toilet) and it said:

"We have to remember that these are the 'good ol' days.' "

Me, Brittney, Kara (hiding behind the bench because she was way pregnant. Congrats, Swaney on baby Jackson born April 8), Adrienne, Necia


Also, that weekend I had a good surprise visit from my cousins, Michelle and Becca. Those girls are crazy! They were down from Kaysville to spend a wild weekend in SG-town. And contrary to what some believe, I was NOT making them grind wheat in my basement!