Let’s Go Racin’!

Last Friday, October 10th 2014, I married my best friend, Brandon. It was a beautiful evening. Obviously, the best night of my life. The best part, we created everything ourselves. From the play list, to the bouquets, to the centerpieces… Everything had our own little “Team Biggs” spin on it.

However, when it came down to the honeymoon, we had our own ideas: Brandon wanted to do something active, and I wanted to do nothing on a beach somewhere like a traditional honeymoon. This fight was going no where….

The Honeymoon Part One
Brandon calls in to NASCAR radio all the time. ALL. THE. TIME. So much so, that Sirius XM knows him by name… One day, he calls in and mentions he was getting married the day before one of the races. They told him if he can convince me to go, they’ll hook him up with pit passes.

I’m the best wife ever so I said yes.

IMG_2839.JPGUnder The Lights at Charlotte

I was never a NASCAR fan. But when I first met Brandon I wanted to connect with him. So, I watched a few races, picked a favorite driver, and tried to get into it. Little did I know, that it meant taking up every single Friday, Saturday, and Sunday… But it made him happy.

The passes we got were awesome! With these, you could actually go into the pit boxes, talk a little with the crew, and meet the drivers as they made their way to the cars after introductions.

Dale Jr., our new BFF

If you’ve never been to a NASCAR race, you should at least go once, and this is coming from someone who never used to like it. The thing is, television really doesn’t do it justice. Standing next to the track, feeling the vibrations in your bones, having to cover your ears because your eardrums feel like they’ll explode… It can’t be described.

We were sure to thank Mr. Jim Noble for such an awesome start to our honeymoon.

Next stop, NASCAR Hall of Fame!

This museum has interactive movies, a [very realistic] race simulator, and fun activities to train you to get on the track.

Ready for my pit crew now!
(Just kidding, I needed help lifting it.)

A few months back I was at a coffee shop with a friend when a stranger overheard me talking about my wedding. She congratulated me and we made some small talk, then she mentioned she’s been married 10 years. I asked her, “10 years, huh? What’s the secret?”

“Compromise,” she said. “Everything is compromise.”

I’ve always known how important compromise is. And don’t get me wrong, I had a blast at the track! But seeing the smile on my husbands face as the cars flew by us on the track made it worth it.



Social media has been my favorite hobby since MySpace. It is addicting and fun, and it’s become the “norm” now that if you didn’t take a picture or post a life event to Facebook, it didn’t happen. Take that as you will, I’m just along for the ride, and making my friends laugh along the way.

But, sigh, my apps bore me. Sure Facebook and Instagram are great. But you can’t look back every few minutes and expect to see something new. Twitter is okay, but I’m more of a visual person. Vine is hilarious and definitely my new favorite. But sometimes, I just want some quiet. And believe it or not, I’m tired of Pinterest.

Yes. I said it. That happened. I am tired of Pinterest.

Then there’s social media games, I’m still a huge fan of Words With Friends. But, meh… I want something more.

So, for the first time in my mobile-life, I decided to take a recommendation from an advertisement and downloaded the Whisper App.

Similar to Post-Secret, Whisper is a place where you can share your inner most secrets (no matter how big or small) and share them with the internet.

It’s interesting. We’ll see how long it is before I delete it, but it inspired me to come up with a few secrets of my own…

1. I am not good at meeting new people. If you ever meet me, and I’m too quiet and won’t look you in the eye, it’s not because I’m being a bitch. I’m just shy.

2. Every time I walk by my reflection I have to look. I’m making sure I don’t look fat.

3. To keep me motivated at the gym, I listen to all my Broadway favorites and picture myself singing, dancing, and acting every part. I end with a standing ovation and a Tony Award.

4. I am still sad Matt Bomer is gay.

5. I hate taking days off because I’m afraid of being unproductive.

6. I don’t like movies because I get too emotionally attached and cry at the end.

7. I bought underwear from Walmart yesterday.

8. I get repeating nightmares of different situations where I’m really high up. I’m petrified of heights.